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Fu Wan sniffed, thought for a while, and carefully hid the sword in his clothes.The winter clothes were heavy and hard to see traces, she patted the clothes with satisfaction, and returned to the palace, it was already late at night.

The extravagance in the palace is unparalleled, the exquisite glazed lamps are poured with whale oil, and lit one by one, the light smoke curls up, smelling like spring flowers in full bloom.

Unfortunately, this prosperity has nothing to do with her.

With light hands and feet, Fu Wan pushed open a dilapidated and painted door in the side hall of the Eastern Palace, and slipped in.

Quickly changing the maid's attire, she smiled mockingly—Diji Diji sounds dignified, but if she doesn't please the master of the palace, she will be in a worse situation.

She carefully put the saber into the cage at the end of the bed.

Holding the teacup in a daze for a while, she felt that it was not safe, so she took out the sword again and buried it under the quilt, only to feel a little relieved.

"Your Highness." A soft call suddenly came from the yard.

The voice urged without emotion: "Your Highness, it's time to take medicine."

Fu Wan lifted the curtain and came out, only to see the female officer standing expressionlessly in the bleak west wind, holding a food drawer in her hand.

She squinted her eyes and said, "Lord servant." This female official surnamed Chu was a popular figure in front of the empress, and she was among the servants in front of the palace. Few people knew that she had taken care of the young Fu Wan.

Chu Shizhong put a blank face, pulled away the partition, and brought out a bowl of soup: "Please."

The two stared at each other for a while, and suddenly, Chu Shizhong calmly glanced at the grass under the palace wall.

Fu Wan immediately understood - there were outsiders.

She snatched the porcelain bowl with her hands and drank it down in one gulp. She exposed the bottom of the bowl and raised her voice: "How about it, can you return to your master?"

Chu Shizhong said: "Your Highness, I should go to Changle Palace tonight."

Fu Wan: "Is... today?"

"Exactly fifteen." The female officer raised her hand, "Look, the moon is full."

The moon is indeed round, embedded high and far outside the eaves, reflecting the sparse osmanthus in late autumn, like a festive painting.

Fu Wan said in a hoarse voice, "I, I'm not feeling well..."

"Have you sent a monthly letter?" The female officer took a step forward, covered by a shadow that was half a head taller, as if as long as she nodded, she would immediately take off her obscene pants to check.

Fu Wan bit the corner of her lips, and shook her head slowly, like a kitten showing its teeth and claws, showing its teeth that have no deterrent effect when it is afraid - this is exactly the inherent impression of her, weak, innocent, and without the slightest threat .

The short debate ended here, and the weeds in the corner of the palace wall suddenly shook, as if the wind was blowing, and it seemed that someone ran past.

Chu Shizhong noticed something and turned to look.

"It's okay, let him go." Fu Wan said lightly.At this moment, her tone is calm, why is there even a little bit of panic?

She stepped out of the palace gate and stepped firmly on the blue bricks of Tianjie.

The moon is as cool as water.For a moment, she suddenly thought of that beautiful and dangerous swordsman.The man's eyes were as cold as the moonlight, with crow-like eyelashes hiding a mole.

[I would like to gamble and admit defeat, if you have thought about the request...]

It's really interesting... Fu Wan's smile was a bit cold, she was always bold, if she made a wish that would risk the world's shame, would that person agree to it?

"Everything is ready, please...Your Highness?" The lady stepped sideways with a lantern in her hand, "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Wan said nothing, just shook his head.

Changle Palace.

Gold threads are embellished with jade beads, and a gorgeous inner room is separated.

Auspicious clouds rise from the censer of strange beasts, and you will be drunk when you hear it.On a high place, a woman in a bright yellow robe leaned on the couch, and there were many handsome young waiters kneeling around, and several little medicine boys accompanying them were holding various medicines.

Fu Wan glanced at the situation in the hall, knelt down and paid respects.

The woman looked at her with great interest: "Emperor, I haven't seen you in a month, how can you be so born?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, but the implied sense of oppression was no different from that of a heavy hammer.

Fu Wan pursed her lips and did not answer.

The woman smiled: "Why, coming to my palace, did you find it difficult?"

Fu Wan knew that it was the former spies who had passed on the message.She crouched lower and lowered, with a panicked look: "My son, I beg Your Majesty to forgive me!" A needle could be heard in the hall, and she could sense the gaze from above, but she didn't know how much the other party believed it.

"That's all." After a while, the empress pointed casually and said calmly, "It's not early, Mr. Yu, come here."

The kneeling young man in white kowtowed and saluted, took a jade tube, and handed it to the empress.The empress cut a line on her wrist with the silver knife, her face remained unchanged, and she let the blood drip into the jade tube.

The young man waited for her to stop, then holding the jade tube, he came towards Fuwan on his knees.

The strong scent of medicine and the smell of blood emanated from the jade tube, which almost overwhelmed the scent in the hall, giving it a strange feeling.Hearing the sound of fabric rubbing getting closer, Fu Wan secretly clenched his fists, pressing his forehead firmly to the ground.

"slow."

The frightening grinding sound stopped.

The empress on the seat chuckled: "If you don't remind me, I almost forgot. Where is the imperial physician?"

The female official said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the judge is waiting in the side hall."

"pass."

Fu Wan closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a moment later, this heart was raised again, and several maids grabbed a piece of her thin white wrist, tied the silk to the jagged wrist bone, and led the silk thread to the outer hall.

The other end of the thread was held in someone's hand, trembling slightly.

The long wait made her heart beat like thunder.

Even worse, she didn't wait for her verdict until the ice flakes in the Ruishou furnace were almost burned out.

The empress's voice could not hear any emotion, she just said: "Take her down. The doctor will take care of her. It will be fine in the future, so there is no need to come to pay her respects."

Fu Wan was taken aback for a moment, rolled his dry eyes, and then slowly realized——successful?

Countless plans flashed through her mind in an instant, and her fingers clenched into fists under her wide sleeves.

"Your Highness?" Chu Shizhong bowed to support her.

She glanced at her, didn't answer, and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

On the way back to the palace, Fuwan got a soft sedan chair for the first time, and the sedan chair babbled across the street like a cold moon like water.Her pale and thin fingers twisted along the throat, across the chest, lightly touched the flat belly, and finally clenched.

The moon is still round, the osmanthus seeds are fragrant, and the glazed palace lanterns are swaying in the night.But there is also something that has been different since then.

"Your Highness," the female officer seemed to hesitate to speak, and after a long while, she whispered, "Your Highness, there is no turning back when you shoot the bow."

Fu Wan didn't answer, just lowered the car curtain.

The palace man sent her back to a remote palace, and closed the door roughly.Chu Shizhong seemed to have something to say, but he was also blocked from the door.

Fu Wan jumped onto the mahogany bed, and took out the sword from under the quilt.The scabbard is cold, and the blade is even colder. If you kiss it on the throat, you can end all the sins of the world.

She drew the blade, admired it for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

"They all expect me to die, but I don't want to die."

The blade of the sword reflected her dark eyes, which reminded her of another pair of eyes—like frost and snow, like moonlight, cold without temperature, but implying scorching stars.

After a while, Fu Wan put the saber back into the sheath, and then slowly hugged the sheath tightly.The soft skin trembled from the rough iron, and after a long time, a soft and slow sigh came from the tulle curtain.

The long sword gradually simmered warmly, and there was some tactile sensation between the rubbings, like the fingers of a martial artist, plucking the soft strings.

Half asleep and half awake, she thought vaguely—if there was a next time... maybe she should ask the person's name.

The author has something to say: left-handed candied haws and right-handed marshmallow——

Fu Wan: Sister, I'm pregnant

Bai Chan (squeeze): It’s obvious that I’ve gained weight

(There is no pregnancy or childbirth in this article! Everything is a playboy routine, please don’t mind)