I really dare not mess with the Queen Mother

Coming out of Gu Junran's bedroom, Qin Zhao's whole body was listless.

She was so uncomfortable, Gu Junran was so outrageous that she had to read for half an hour before she was willing to let him go.

In the past, she was not so tired when she read and memorized textbooks in the morning at school, and her throat was as if smoking. Gu Junran was willing to reward her with a cup of tea when she was released.

She was really not in a good mood. On the way back to the bedroom, she thought there, is there something wrong with Gu Junran?

She must be different from normal people. When normal people hear the two heroines doing this and that in the book, they will say with a blank face: "The writing here is wrong, and the posture is wrong."

Qin Zhao felt bad all of a sudden.

She also followed up at the beginning: "Why do you know so well? Ah? How do you know that the posture is wrong?"

She is really curious.

Gu Junran said, "It's not written like that in another book."

As she spoke, she took out the second book and gave it to her, flipping through a certain page familiarly, and handing it to Qin Zhao.

"You read it."

Qin Zhao: "..."

She really didn't expect that Gu Junran still has such hobbies, which are really beyond the reach of others, and it's really unthinkable.

Xiao Shengzi saw that she was in a bad mood, so he smiled and said: "Your Highness, I heard from a little father-in-law that he still has a good-looking script. Would you like my servant to get it for you?"

Qin Zhao instinctively shuddered when he heard the storybook now: "Don't! Don't! I beg you, don't let me see such things as the storybook again!"

Now she wants to cry as soon as she reads the script, and she can instantly remember the inhuman torture that Gu Junran gave her for half an hour just now.

She walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, and suddenly realized that Gu Junran must have deliberately taught her a lesson.

Alas, Gu Junran is really not a woman to mess with.

All the way back to the bedroom, she poured a whole pot of tea before finishing.

After a while, after dinner, she still felt thirsty, so she drank again, and finally her throat didn't hurt so much.

However, my throat got better, but at night I couldn't fall asleep because I drank too much tea.

Of course, the reason why she couldn't sleep might be because she was going to court tomorrow, and Gu Junran said that she had to put on a show so that she could continue to protect her.

Then she has to be energetic when she pretends, doesn't she?

Now that he drank too much tea, his eyes were obviously too sleepy to open, but the consciousness in his mind was extraordinarily clear.

Qin Zhao had no choice but to put on her clothes again. She put on her boots and got out of bed.

There was a slight commotion, which alarmed the little palace maid who was watching the night outside.

The little maid immediately opened the door and came in. Seeing that she was already up, she quickly asked, "Your Highness, why are you up again in the middle of the night? Do you have any orders?"

Qin Zhao waved his hand: "No, I can't sleep, go for a walk."

The little palace maid replied: "Yes, I will prepare now, servant girl."

Qin Zhao quickly said, "Farewell, please stay here. It's cold outside but warm inside. I'll just go out by myself."

Because of her words, the little maid's heart suddenly became warm.

Immediately put on the hanging fox fur for her, just as the little maid was about to reach out to fasten her collar buttons, Qin Zhao immediately said: "I will do it myself."

She said that she had tied it herself.

There are some things she can do that she is happy to do by herself.Under the grateful eyes of the little maid, Qin Zhao stepped out of the palace gate.

It is rare to see a bit of moonlight in the night sky, and the wind is very loud in my ears, and at night, the howling wind whizzes past my ears.

Qin Zhao was blown by the wind and gritted his teeth. It is true that once winter comes, he doesn't like to go out at night.

She just wandered around aimlessly in the palace, and she didn't know how far she had gone. She just felt that she couldn't even see the guards nearby, and there was a pavilion ahead.

She felt that it was dark over there, so she shouldn't continue walking forward, but who knew that when the idea just came up, a few small green light spots flashed in the pavilion in front of her.

The small light spot loomed, Qin Zhao was driven by curiosity, and walked along the small light spot in the direction of the four-cornered pavilion.

When he got closer, he realized that it was a human figure.

To be exact, it was the figure of a slim woman.

It seems that she should be a young lady in the palace. The little palace lady wears a hairpin on her head, and the faint light is emitted from the hairpin on her head.

Qin Zhao didn't step up the steps, but stood there curiously. She thought, could there be such a luminous craft in ancient times?

That should be impossible, but luminous pearls are extremely precious luxury goods, a little court lady can't wear a nobile decorated with luminous pearls on her head, right?

Just as she was thinking so, the person in front of her had already turned around.

She was holding a white jade lamp for lighting in her hand, and when she took a picture, it turned out to be a delicate and beautiful face.

Although she is not as dignified and grand as Gu Junran, the little girl in front of her is indeed pretty. Even though she is wearing a pink costume of a lowly court lady, there is an inexplicable wit on her face.

Qin Zhao doesn't hate people with this look, like the type who has everything written on her face, she is also happy to get along with such a person, and subconsciously thinks it is simple and unscheming.

"How can you come here?" The little maid asked in surprise.

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

The little palace maid came down from the Sijiao Pavilion first, walked up to Qin Zhao, looked at her, and asked, "Which palace are you a little eunuch?"

Qin Zhao couldn't help laughing: "Huh? You think I'm a little eunuch?"

"Then what else?" The little palace maid lowered her voice and said to her, "I tell you, don't you run around at night, you know?"

Qin Zhao pulled the corners of his lips, thinking that this little maid was quite interesting.

"Oh, let me tell you, the empress has an order, the curfew in the palace has already started, you may be decapitated if you run around!"

Listening to her serious appearance, Qin Zhao also nodded seriously: "Yes, I see! Thank you for telling me this."

After she finished speaking, she asked again: "Why did you come here? Didn't you say that you were beheaded for running around during the curfew?"

The little maid said indifferently: "My master went away a few days ago, and no one mourned for her. I felt sorry for her, so I came here."

After she finished speaking, Qin Zhao could indeed smell the smell of burning paper money in honor of the deceased.

Qin Zhao thought for a moment and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being caught and beheaded? Hmm? I'll report you to the Chief Manager!"

The little maid smiled: "You won't."

Qin Zhao asked with a cooperative smile, "Why?"

"No reason." The little maid looked at her with a smile.

Qin Zhao found that when she smiled, there were two dimples on her cheeks, and her smile was sweet.

Qin Zhao thought for a while and said, "Then I beg you, tell me why I didn't report on you?"

The little maid approached her and patted her on the shoulder: "Because I think you are a good person."

Qin Zhao smacked his mouth: "This doesn't seem like a compliment, but it doesn't matter. I'm glad you said that."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking and turned around to leave.

But the little maid directly caught up and followed behind her.

Qin Zhao tilted his head and glanced at her: "What? Let's drop by?"

The little maid actually grabbed her arm and said, "Don't you have a candle lamp? Take me with you. I'm afraid of the dark."

As she spoke, her body moved closer to Qin Zhao's arm.

Qin Zhao frowned and let her go.

The little palace maid asked her: "Which palace are you a little eunuch? I think your clothes are really pretty, aren't you the one in the palace where the spoiled lady is?"

Qin Zhao replied: "No, I am from the palace of the Sixth Highness."

"Ah! Is it His Royal Highness?" The little maid suddenly exclaimed: "Really?"

Qin Zhao said calmly, "Well, what's wrong?"

The little maid sighed and said: "Oh, no one in this palace knows that His Highness the Sixth Prince is favored in front of the empress, and he is handsome and extraordinary. Unfortunately, I have never seen it before."

Qin Zhao laughed, "From what you mean, do you still like the Sixth Highness?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The little maid yelled coquettishly, and said, "You are not allowed to tell anyone, I like His Highness Sixth, do you know that?"

Qin Zhao nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I got it, don't worry, and I don't even know you, so tell people where to go, right?"

The little maid pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "My name is Mu'er, and I'm from Beauty Lin's Palace. Now His Majesty is seriously ill, and no one cares about Beauty Lin's absence. Naturally, our servants in the palace are not having a good life. I'm about to be transferred to the Clothes Bureau."

Qin Zhao was surprised and said, "Huh? What's going on? Did Lin Meiren go and be ignored?"

The little maid sighed and said: "Yes, she is very pitiful, and we are also very pitiful. It would be great if I could get to know His Highness the Sixth Highness."

Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Huh? I really appreciate your confidence."

The little maid giggled: "What's the matter with me? If I get to know His Highness the Sixth Highness and fly up a branch and become a phoenix, then I will definitely be able to give us Lin Meiren a grand burial."

Qin Zhao praised: "You are so kind~"

The little maid said sadly: "But what's the use of being kind? Why don't you go to the Clothes Bureau." After she finished speaking, she asked Qin Zhao again: "Aren't you from the Sixth Highness's palace? Can you let me know the Sixth Highness?" ?”

Qin Zhao hesitated: "This is not good, she doesn't like to meet outsiders."

The little maid said helplessly: "You won't help with such a trivial matter."

As she spoke, she tugged at Qin Zhao's arm.

Qin Zhao laughed: "Okay, then I'll try it for you. When are you going to the Clothes Bureau? Then if I create opportunities for you and the sixth prince, where can I see you in the future?"

The little palace maid smiled and said, "I haven't gone to the clothing bureau yet, if you want to see me, you can come to Lin Meiren's cold palace."

Qin Zhao nodded: "Success."

He walked a certain distance with the little palace lady again, and when they were about to part, the little palace lady told her again, telling her to keep her word.

Qin Zhao agreed with a smile, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

She couldn't figure out who sent it to her, so she could only deal with it for the time being, and wait until the morning went down tomorrow before telling Gu Junran about it.

She didn't believe in this kind of coincidence, when she came out for a walk in the middle of the night, a little palace maid with a personality that would not displease her at all appeared so coincidentally, and she kindly saw her master off, but there was no trace of sadness on her face.

Her acting skills are too bad, even worse than her!

However, she hadn't waited until the next morning morning, when it was dark, she was on her way to the morning court.

I saw several little eunuchs dragging a woman whose whole body was beaten to pieces. Her pink clothes had already been dyed red, and she was dressed as a maid.

Qin Zhao froze for a moment, only to realize that it was the girl she met last night.

"What's going on here?" Qin Zhao stopped and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The little eunuch stopped and knelt down to salute her: "Returning to Your Highness, this is what the empress meant. The empress said, if you ask, she will let you think about what you did last night."

Qin Zhao: "...?"

The author has something to say: Qin Zhao: Maybe there is too much vinegar.