I’m Determined To Be the Dark Moonlight

It is spring, the flowers are blooming one after another, and the imperial garden is full of purple and bright red.

The bright sun burned like a golden fire in the blue sky.

Yun Shao walked through the hundreds of flowers expressionlessly, when she suddenly heard a crisp chirping sound, she tilted her head and found a small sparrow standing on the branch of the tender bud. Queer also tilted her little head, with black eyes the size of soybeans, and stared at her for a while.

"Chirp?" Xiaoque's voice was fluffy.

Yun Shao couldn't help showing a very shallow smile.

But then, the dream painting style suddenly changed.

A strange voice came from behind, "Deer, Deer."

The **** squeezed his throat and reported, "Your Majesty, Concubine Li is here to see you."

Pear Concubine?

Yun Shao frowned, when the third concubine in the harem, when will there be an extra pear concubine?

Then she saw a little white horse rushing towards her from the rustling of pear blossoms, its hooves treading on the precious flowers in the back garden, and it jumped up and down happily.

The little white horse was draped in cloud brocade silk satin, with a golden crown and hair ornament on his head, and his cheeks were covered with bright rouge—

Not like a ghost, but scarier than a ghost.

Yun Shao's face was pale, and he opened his mouth. The words "help drive" were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything. She wanted to flee this place almost immediately, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't move a single step.

Fu Shou smiled happily: "Concubine Li is very concerned about Your Majesty, and even made herbal soup for His Majesty."

The bowl of green soup was placed in an enamel-colored bamboo orchid porcelain bowl, and it was bubbling.

Yun Shao's eyes widened: You bastard, dare to present anything, do you want to poison me?

But in the dream, she still couldn't say a word.

The terrible "soup" was getting closer and closer to her.

Suddenly, Fu Shou shouted in panic: "It's not good, Your Majesty! Concubine Lei is here too!"

Before Yun Shao could take a breath from the strange soup, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lei Fei? Where did another Lei Fei emerge from?

She twisted her neck stiffly, and sure enough, the **** horse who criticized the red and the green ran towards her from the other direction, and while running, it called out "Hoo! Hoo!".

Fushou: "The two favored concubines are fighting for favor. Your Majesty must take it easy."

Yun Shao clenched his sleeves and opened his mouth to scold him for being rude.

bastard! Does this speak human words? Even if it is a favored concubine, why should she take it easy?

What's more, she only used the harem as a tool to weigh the previous dynasty. As long as the palace concubine didn't dance in front of her, she was quite tolerant to these women who were sent to the deep palace by their family members at a young age.

But the opposite is not a woman, but two jealous horses.

Yun Shao didn't know how he came to the conclusion of "competition and jealousy", only to see the two horses neighing relative to each other, which was extremely frightening.

In the end, the dark horse successfully competed for favor and kicked Xiaolihua away in one fell swoop. Xiao Lihua looked at Yun Shao resentfully, leaving her a heartbroken back. The sound of hooves resounded in the deep palace. It was not a returning horse, but a passing visitor.

Yun Shao turned his head again, and met the dark horse face of Lei Ting's heroic and extraordinary power.

Seeing that the dark horse was getting closer, Yun Shao was startled, struggling desperately, silently shouting: Help!

Even with the horse... She hopes that the opposite is a beauty in a horse like Xiao Lihua, not a fierce man in a horse like Lei Ting.

What's even more frightening is that in the dream, not only did she not retreat, but she felt that the horse's face opposite was very...

cute, think...

It's like seeing color.

"Ah!" Yun Shao sat up abruptly, covering his chest, his long hair fell from his pale cheeks, covered his thin back, and spread on the couch like water. She was drenched in cold sweat, her eyes were straight, and she didn't return to her senses for a long time.

Fushou heard the voice and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare again?"

Six years ago, when His Majesty had just lost her little green plum, he had nightmares at night and could not sleep peacefully for a long time. Fu Shou served on the side, watching the little emperor curled up on the large dragon couch, slowly tightening his body, biting the back of his hand, and staring red at the flickering lights.

Very pitiful.

At that time, the queen mother's eyeliner was everywhere in the palace. The little emperor who had just entered the palace remembered his deceased lover late at night, and he didn't even dare to make a sound of sobbing.

— But, that was a long time ago.

Fu Shou thought, His Majesty has not had a nightmare for a long time, and I fell into a nightmare again tonight. Could it be that I saw the similar face of the old friend?

Yun Shao was wearing a single coat, his face was haggard, and he didn't understand why he had such a strange dream.

Does she really love horses that much?

The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight shines on the palace steps. She looked at the raised eaves outside the palace gate, and was stunned for a long time. She shook her head until Fushou asked, and returned to the bedroom.

Yun Shao would rather read the memorial late at night than sleep, so when she went to court, she looked haggard and pale, and her eyes were blue and black. It's just that this haggard doesn't damage her beauty, but instead adds a little bit of clarity to her.

After going down to court, Fu Shou felt sorry for the little emperor and persuaded her to rest.

Yun Shao walked into the palace, and heard a roar of horses again, his eyes darkened, he held the palace gate, and his face was bloodless.

Fushou: "Your Majesty, you forgot that after you brought back the white horse that day, it was placed in the Golden Dragon Hall."

Yun Shao gritted his teeth and said, "Send it back, hurry up!"

She never wanted to see those two horses again in her life.

——

When Xiao Qianxue came back from Yujingxuan, she saw two horses in the courtyard and blinked, almost thinking she was dreaming: "Yingying, am I dreaming?"

Weiying pinched her cheek: "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Wei Ying spread her hands: "Look, pain is no longer a dream."

Xiao Qianxue looked at Xiao Lihua with joy, and regardless of her long goose-yellow dress, she ran over and hugged Xiao Lihua affectionately.

Little Pear Flower: "咴! 咴! 咴!"

Xiao Qianxue held its face: "Little Pear Flower, you've lost weight, didn't His Majesty treat you well?"

"Bah!"

Wei Ying covered her lips, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she asked Gong Douji: "Actually, what Xiao Lihua took is the heroine's script."

Gong Douji: If you say this, won't your conscience hurt?

In addition to Xiaolihua, the emperor also sent Thunder to them. The black horse stayed quietly under the sycamore tree, and the sun was scattered on the dark fur.

Wei Ying blurted out, "Good horse!"

Then she felt that the eyes of the two people around her were suddenly wrong.

Xiao Qianxue laughed awkwardly: "Yingying, you also like horses, hahaha, if there is a chance to leave the palace in the future, I will take you to my house to choose a beautiful foal!"

Wei Ying pursed her lips, feeling that the heroine seemed to have misunderstood something, but she couldn't explain it.

After all, this is indeed a very beautiful horse.

Eunuch Zhang coughed twice, "Okay, Your Majesty is sympathetic to your body, and ordered to send two bowls of almond dew, thank you soon."

When they finished thanking the emperor, Eunuch Zhang snorted proudly, turned his head and walked away, looking at Wei Ying a few more times before leaving.

The milky white almond dew is served in enamel colored porcelain bowls, such as nectar syrup.

Xiao Qianxue lowered her head and took a sip, then said with a smile, "It's delicious, Yingying, you should drink it too."

Wei Ying held the bowl and silently asked the system: Tong, no one will be poisoned in it.

Gong Douji: ... The host doesn't have to be so vigilant!

Weiying: Professional habit, sorry.

She took a sip of almond milk.

The almond dew is still hot, as white as milk, with a delicate and sweet taste. After drinking it, a warm feeling rises in the stomach and dispels the cold air all over the body.

Weiying put down the empty bowl, her eyes suddenly fell on the black horse, as if thinking of something, she smiled softly: "Thunder, rain and dew, all are the grace of God, is the Emperor Dog implying something?"

It's impossible for Xiaolihua and Lei Ting to live in Chuxiufang with them. It didn't take long for the eunuchs to come and take the two horses away, saying that they were fostered in the Royal Horse Division, but they belonged to them. If they wanted to see it, they could go there at any time.

In the middle of the night, Wei Ying took over Xiao Qianxue's job of sprinkling cinnabar, and scribbled a circle of cinnabar on the small courtyard. She returned to the house and found that the heroine had fallen asleep with her closed eyelashes like fans.

Wei Ying sat on the head of the bed, resting her chin in her hands, staring at the oil lamp on the table in a trance.

Gong Douji: "Host, what are you thinking!"

The warm yellow light shone on the girl's face, and those eyes that were always covered in water were mercilessly illuminated by the flickering fire.

Now when Wei Ying is silent, the system will send a message. It panicked and thought, the host shouldn't come up with another sleazy operation!

Wei Ying stood up silently, went to draw a pot of hot water, washed her hands carefully and seriously, then came to the courtyard and stood in the middle. The moon was like water, she stood under a cold and bright moon, her pale cheeks were pale blood, and a strange light appeared in her eyes.

Gong Douji became more and more square.

Wei Ying called softly, "Tong, are you there?"

Gong Douji's voice was so nervous that it trembled: "Yes, yes, what do you want to do?"

Wei Ying clenched and loosened her hands, rubbed her sleeves, her eyes glowed, and her voice couldn't contain her excitement: "I want ten consecutive puffs!"

Gong Douji: ? ? ?

Wei Ying: "Hurry up, hurry up, I deliberately flipped through the almanac, today is the most suitable spot for drawing cards, and you won't miss it!"

After a while of operation, she chose ten golden boxes as usual, and when she was about to open it, she suddenly asked, "Tong, do we have ten consecutive guarantees?"

Gong Douji: "No."

Weiying: Bah, you don't even have a guarantee. Your Gong Dou team is too shabby.

Gong Douji: Because no one is as black as you.

After ten consecutive draws, she only got four green cards, and the others were duplicate gray cards. Wei Ying stared at the familiar string of "little deer bumping", "love at first sight" and "seeing the mood", feeling that she was about to have a myocardial infarction.

Among the four green cards, only one "full-level boss" is a new card, and the others are "dream lover" and "pretend to be a ghost".

Wei Ying: "Isn't there any kind of card that can turn people into Europe?"

Gong Douji: "Xuan does not change if he does not save his life, host, you accept your fate."

Wei Ying, who was caught with a myocardial infarction, didn't want to sleep, so he fastened his thick cloak and pushed open the door of the small courtyard with a lantern. The night wind blew coldly on her face, she covered her chest, coughed twice, inadvertently stepped on cinnabar, and the crimson footprints were left on the ground, roaming the palace with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Gong Douji: "Isn't the host going back to sleep?"

Wei Ying shook her head: "I want to prepare for tomorrow's draft."

The final round of the draft is to assess the talent of the showgirls. Since His Majesty left the draft, this round of drafts was handled by the concubine and female officials. The so-called talent is actually very metaphysical. What is talented and what is not depends on the words of the female official, so there were many beautiful girls who went to please the female official before.

Wei Ying and Xiao Qianxue have never been there.

Xiao Qianxue's reason was because, as the heroine, she didn't even have to consider whether she could be selected, while Wei Ying's reason was simpler. She offended Gong Beinu, and she didn't even need to consider bribing the female official.

Concubine Shu presided over the draft, and Gong Beinu could make her eliminated with a single word.

The general plot is as follows, the female supporting villain is torn apart, the female protagonist will be fine, and the cannon fodder will be affected.

She thought, she must be the brother who was affected.

She originally wanted to save a few more cards to prepare for the first ten consecutive draws in the draft, but...the result made her heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Wei Ying sighed again.

Gong Douji didn't believe her words: "Prepare, is the host going to play the female ghost?"

The other beautiful girls are only going to play the piano, read books, or embroider, draw, and recite poetry. It's not like her, wandering around in the deep palace in the middle of the night, is this trying to learn from ghosts?

If the last round of the draft is to choose the most beautiful girl, the host will definitely be selected, but talent, it really doesn't know what talent the host has.

Gong Douji comforted Wei Ying: "It's okay, even if you don't succeed in the draft, you can still become a palace maid and stay in the palace."

This is also the plan chosen by many missionaries in the past. After all, the identity selected by the system for them is not particularly high, and it is not easy to choose to enter the palace through proper procedures.

It is also a good way to become a palace maid, take advantage of the opportunity when the concubines are fighting for favor, and get in touch with the emperor a few times.

"The Empress Dowager Nishigong of this dynasty, the emperor's biological mother, I heard that she used to be an ordinary palace maid, so she was able to give birth to the dragon child safely..." Gong Douji quietly pointed the way while talking about the secret history of the palace, carefully placing the Wei Ying led to that remote palace.

Create all kinds of opportunities for the host and the emperor to meet by chance, it is really a qualified system, hehe!

Wei Ying couldn't see clearly, pushed open the courtyard door, heard a familiar voice, and frowned slightly.

"Why are you here again?"

Weiying: "What a coincidence."

Yun Shao stared at the beautiful girl, couldn't help frowning, and asked with a stern face, "Didn't I tell you not to come again?"

With such a poor body, still with a broken heart and stubbornly walking around in the middle of the night, what kind of spirit is this? Can't she just stay in her room and rest in peace?

Weiying thought to herself, isn't this lost?

But she definitely couldn't tell the truth, she just rolled her eyes and said with a low smile, "I didn't thank the ghost girl last time."

It's a pity that the female ghost girl has always been arrogant and duplicitous, and snorted coldly: "Thank me for what? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wei Ying laughed even more happily. Once she was happy, she couldn't help coughing. The cough was piercing, and her lips were a little red.

Yun Shao closed his eyes and clenched his palms.

The scene where the beauty vomited blood reminded her of the past, but it was here, but...

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Wei Ying leaned over and asked with a smile, "Why are you still not sleeping, are you waiting for me here?"

Yun Shao turned his head away from her: "No, it's so late... What are you doing here?"

Weiying: "Can't sleep."

Yun Shao: "I can't sleep either."

Weiying asked curiously, "Why can't you sleep?"

Yun Shao sighed deeply.

Wei Ying also sighed deeply.