The male concubines also left the charity hall intermittently. Nanny Li frowned. She had also listened to everyone's words just now.
Chuoluo, the princess's personal bodyguard, since the princess "lost her memory", the princess no longer needs Chuoluo and others to serve her, but this Chuoluo with an evil smile, this Chuoluo who always contradicts the princess, his
Her thoughts are much deeper than those of any male concubine.
I couldn't help but worry a little, could Chuo Luo be the second Shangguan Chun?
The princess seems to have a special thought for Chuoluo.
However, it was no longer Nanny Li’s turn to worry. Things always developed unsatisfactory, but they were not under the control of others.[
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Chuoluo stood in front of his pavilion, Yuanchun Pavilion, which sounded like a very ladylike name, but unfortunately Chuoluo was a young man.
Chuoluo turned his head and glanced at what was standing quietly in the heavy snow not far away. It was the Princess's Hidden Phoenix Pavilion, the tallest building in the Changbi Palace. It was magnificent and the green tiles were covered by layers of white snow.
He frowned slightly, pushed open the door of Yuanchun Pavilion without hesitation, walked directly into the sleeping pavilion and lay down on the bed.
There was the sound of snow falling outside.
When Chuoluo was about to take a rest, he heard a knock on the door outside, and a somewhat familiar voice came in. Chuoluo answered, and the man pushed the door open and entered.
Chuoluo sat up, and a gust of cold air came in with the opened door, making him shiver with coldness. He saw a maid serving a pot of hot tea. The maid was pretty and beautiful. After putting down the tea,
He lowered his voice and said to Chuoluo, "Master, this tea is of the highest quality. Please taste it carefully. The bottom of the cup..."
Before the maid finished speaking, she smiled at Chuoluo, turned around obediently, and left.
Chuoluo was stunned. This maid was the maid who had served him for several years. Normally she would not say a word, and Chuoluo was not interested in the maid. Now when he heard what she said, he felt that there was a profound meaning in it.
So Chuoluo put on his cloak, rubbed his purple-red hands, and picked up the teapot. He saw a note pressed at the bottom of the teapot. Chuoluo was startled and quickly looked up at the door that had been closed by the maid.
In my memory, the maid looked pretty and pleasant, but there was nothing special about her at all.
Chuo Luo looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he opened the note and looked at it, only to see that it was handwriting that he was very familiar with.