Ore Palace Ballad

Gong Yurong took Jiang Yuyao's fan and gave her a new one the next day.The handle of the fan was pitch black, with circles of bamboo knots, cool to the touch, and the surface of the fan was a picture of a lotus flower.It's not so much for use, it's more like a delicate decoration.The fan pendant is a black butterfly with golden eyes, and the tassels underneath are the same color as the lotus on the fan.Jiang Yuyao smelled it, and there was a fresh fragrance.

"This fan looks extraordinary." Jiang Yuyao admired, this thing probably cannot be bought even if you have money.

Pass the fan to Qingzhu, and ask her to take a look.Among Jiang Yuyao's four maidservants, Qing Zhu and Qing Qiao are the most knowledgeable.But Qingqiao only likes to stay in the kitchen, and is more interested in those ingredients than these things.

Qingzhu looked carefully, and then looked at the fan pendant. Through the sun, you can see a little bit of gold thread inside, and the faintly visible emerald green, "I don't know what material this fan is made of, but this fan pendant is rare. Money can’t buy it, but it’s a treasure that can’t be found.”

Such a thing has been made into a fan pendant, which shows that the fan itself is even more precious. After returning the fan to Jiang Yuyao, Qingbi said: "The fan is not poisonous. The fragrance is not so much a fragrance as a medicine. Keep your mind calm. Best for summer”

"Such a good thing is given to me for nothing. Although it is an apology, it is too expensive, and I always feel uneasy." Gong Yurong's kindness to her is inexplicable.She only treats her as Gong Xi's younger sister, that's all.But the other party's attitude towards her was so strange that she always felt something was wrong.

"Good things, we don't lack in the palace, but there are too many of them. If the empress thinks it's inappropriate, why don't you return a generous gift to the princess. The empress is bitter and hot, and this fan can't be better. I can't return" Qing Lan persuaded from the side.

Jiang Yuyao nodded, "What should I answer?"

Qing Lan suggested: "The princess is also the daughter's family, why not send some precious jewelry, cloth embroidered handkerchiefs, the princess lives alone outside the palace, there is no one to talk to, the empress sends things, it is best to be considerate"

Jiang Yuyao smiled: "Okay, give her a gold-carved peony crown in my box, and a few embroidered handkerchiefs, and the two gold-encrusted jade bracelets from the Shangfu Bureau, and give her together too."

"Yes"

When Qinglan went out with the things, Qingzhu seemed to disagree, "Mother, why did you send those?"

Jiang Yuyao touched the fan and said to her: "This kind of day is the most suitable for nails, and it dries quickly."

Qing Zhu had no choice but to fetch the box, picked out a clear red color, and carefully smudged it for her.

"Qinglan has some kung fu skills, it seems that she is not low, and she is very skilled in using knives. I have been guessing who she is. At first, I thought it was sent by His Majesty, but then His Majesty sent you over again. If she was His Majesty's person, you wouldn't be so strange." Fortunately, she has figured it out now, and it doesn't look like she is trying to harm her.

Green bamboo dyed hand paused, the matter here is still a big one, but I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

"Your Majesty thinks that Qinglan is available, so you want to protect her?" Qingzhu felt that she had to understand her attitude before reporting this matter to the public.

Jiang Yuyao looked at the wrapped ten fingers. After they were done, she would look better with another color, "Yes, she has been with me for a year, and she does her best. As long as she doesn't harm me or the people around me, I don't want to hurt you." It doesn't matter who her master is."

"The servant understands"

The autumn sun was still very strong, and he ordered Qingzhu: "Get an ice bowl for the next person to eat, don't save the ingredients, let Qingqiao let go and do it"

"Your Majesty, don't eat too much." Qingzhu thought that he had already eaten it once today, if he ate it again, it would be too cold.

"I know, it's for you, don't come to my room to greed me." He waved his hand and drove the person out.The people below were eating, she was watching, it was really torture.

Drunk Lantern Pavilion

Wen Yao has heard of this place before. The name of this place is Zuideng Street, which means drunk, the lights are shaking when you look at it. It doesn't look like a person is drunk, but the lights are drunk.The most famous one at the beginning is the Awakening Platform, which is a large round platform by the river. At night, it is shrouded in lights, the moon hangs high, and dancers perform dances. Even the moon cannot bear to be covered by dark clouds, so the Awakening Platform.Behind the wake up platform is Zuideng Street, which is the busiest place at night.

Every year, the Oiran Grand Competition is held in this place, and even literati students write poems for the Oiran.One street passed, seven or eight houses were doing night business.And the most famous among them belongs to Zui Deng Ge.

In the Drunken Light Pavilion, all the girls are upright officials, performing arts but not themselves.It sounds like a good idea, but in fact, all the girls here signed death contracts.If you want to get out of this place, you must either be bought and become someone else's plaything, or you will die.

As for Zuideng Pavilion, it is said that there are people in the imperial court behind it that Zui Deng Pavilion can achieve what it is today.And the official position is not low, so no one dares to mess with it. Fortunately, Zui Deng Ge does not participate in the Oiran Competition, otherwise other shops may have no business to do.

"Oh, how did this face become like this? The cheeks on both sides are gone"

The owner of Drunken Lantern Pavilion is a woman in her thirties, full of romanticism, who loves the seductive one the most, known as Sister Hua.

When Sister Hua saw Wen Yao's face, she covered her nose with a handkerchief, as if afraid of smelling something.

"Man, I'll leave it to you. You can decide what to do with it." The man with Wen Yao had no blood on his face, was very pale, his lips were purple, and he wore a green ring on his index finger. .When he spoke, it was as if he was choking his throat, with a deliberately low dullness.

Sister Hua shook the handkerchief, "This is the fifth one, what exactly does the master want?"

"Of course it's the same as the person in the painting."

Sister Hua asked Wen Yao to be taken down, and found a chair to sit down, "It's not easy to find someone who is somewhat similar to the person in the painting. They are exactly the same, where can I find them?"

"Take your time, you will always find it, man... you should look carefully."

"Okay, you can go back quickly, I guess Lao Song is still waiting outside."

Sister Hua sent the man away, and hurriedly found a doctor to treat Wen Yao. It's okay if his face is ruined, but he can't lose his life.It's all silver.

Sister Hua: "I finally let you go, and you came back by yourself. What are you trying to do?"

Wen Yao's face was covered with medicine, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even speak fully. "Once a person...has delusions...you are not afraid of anything."

"It's all delusional, what are you still obsessed with? Hey——" Sister Hua sighed, she just cleaned up the mess all day long.

Wen Yao grabbed Sister Hua's hand, which startled Sister Hua, "What are you doing? You scared me to death."

"The person she wants is in the palace. She said it herself, that person... is Concubine Shu"

Sister Hua's complexion changed, her body tensed up suddenly, and then quickly softened, "What are you talking about? Why did you get involved in the palace again? You have a good rest. I'll go and see your medicine."

After going out, Sister Hua went straight to the place where the medicine was boiled, and handed over the little girl who made the medicine.He lifted the lid of the medicine, threw something in, and then closed the lid of the medicine.

Standing in the courtyard, looking at Wen Yao's room, he silently said sorry.