Chuxue finally ended up as usual, and left for a while, leaving only a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
Chen Su'er sat on the cold steps, pursing her lips and looking at his back with a little lost consciousness.
What's going on? The mood is sour and astringent.
I really don't like this feeling.
As the days passed day by day, Chaofeng Palace gradually calmed down.[
The queen is still in a state of confinement.
The emperor did not ask much about it, nor did he appear in Chaofeng Palace again. It seemed that the assassin incident was just a passing cloud. No one talked about it, and no one dared to talk about it.
Chen Su'er was in a depressed mood for a few days and gradually recovered.
The group of people in Chaofeng Palace are eager to protect their masters and think about various ways to make her happy. If she is frowning, it will not be in line with her personality.
There are also some variables in the harem. It is reported that Concubine Xiao was too ill to afford the bed, and the people visited him continued one after another, but most of them were rejected by her on the grounds of poor health. The concubines who had rejected him once were usually only left. The condolences were given, and they left. However, Lin Yuer went there almost every day, which moved Concubine Xiao, so she met him.
Now I am accompanying her around and waiting every day.
The two are like sisters and are inseparable.
In the harem, except for the women in the cold palace, there was only one person who did not visit Concubine Xiao, which was Chen Su'er.
The night opened.
The main lobby of Chaofeng Palace became lively.
Chen Su'er looks like everything is normal.
I laugh whenever I want to laugh, and make trouble whenever I want to make trouble. Even if my eyes become more lonely, no one will notice it.
Xiaorong and Xiaochun'er were relieved too.
When the fuss started, Chen Su'er also told stories.
I didn't want to talk about it, but it was hard to refuse the kindness.
When she was completely sleepy, she would stay with them in the main hall and talk about a dream of the Red Chamber.
When everyone was intoxicated by the sound of being intoxicated, they suddenly paused, stretched out their feet lazily.
Sitting on the chair, I was mentally deficient in the tabletop with one elbow, my back supported my left forehead, and my phoenix eyes slightly narrowed my interest, and looked at everyone and said, "Drink."
Someone immediately filled with tea.[
After taking a sip, he yelled lazyly: "I'm hungry..."