Zhao Junhan has been living in He Ling's house these days.
He can't be seen in public, and he simply doesn't have anyone close to Ling, which makes his stay safer.
It's not that He Ling has never thought of driving him out.
If his trouble is not solved, sooner or later he will get burned.
But whenever He Ling thought of the low voice he shouted to her that night, telling her to run away and saving her from the eunuch, all that cruelty disappeared.
What's more, He Ling felt that Zhao Junhan would not compromise so easily.
He Ling's father was executed for murdering the emperor's heir, and it was the now-unparalleled Concubine Zhao who lost his child.
The imperial edict stated that he would be given a glass of poisoned wine and would not implicate the clan members, but that was not the case at that time.
The people of Jinyiwei bloodbathed He's family and burned it to the ground with a fire.
He Ling has lived in her uncle's house since she was five years old.
She took her cousin's place as a slave in the palace in order to repay the care of her uncle's family.
If she is lucky enough, she can also figure out the truth of what happened back then.
The Jinyiwei men were coming with force.
They could enter and leave the inner palace freely, and the intensity of the investigation was unprecedented.
The maids and eunuchs below were all discussing what happened.
He Ling and another palace maid were walking on the palace road.
The two of them were ordered by Sister Sishan to go to the Shang Palace Bureau to get the clothes and clothing distributed this month.
Winter is approaching, and everyone has two new sets of coats. , Aunt Sishan is of a higher rank, and can still go and get some pairs of earrings.
On the way back, He Ling saw the man he often dreamed of.
She was still holding the cloth and jacket in her hands, and her small feet stepped on the snow, making a squeaking sound.
The man came towards her, with a tall body, a cold and expressionless face, and dark court clothes.
There was an embroidered spring knife on her waist, her jaw was tense, and she was looking straight ahead, not even a single glance falling on her on the roadside.
The people who were traveling with him immediately knelt down when they saw the man, making a "plop" sound.
"I've seen the Commander-in-Chief."
He Ling's body was cold, her hands had lost strength, and the clothes she held in her arms fell to the ground.
It was such an action that attracted the man's attention.
He glanced over slightly, his eyes were dark, like a deep whirlpool inside, making it impossible to see the bottom.
He pursed his lips slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared between his eyebrows.
He Ling looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say anything.
The killings and bloody fires of that year appeared in front of her eyes unconsciously.
The man stopped and stood a few steps away from her.
The resentment in He Ling's heart welled up in her chest, her soles felt weak, and she couldn't move her eyes away from him.
It wasn't until the person next to her tugged hard on her sleeves that she staggered and knelt down, but her eyes were still staring at this man motionless.
"Do you want to die?"
her companion whispered in her ear.
He Ling took a deep breath, dug his nails into his palms, and remained silent.
Lu Chengyuan paused for a moment, looked back, looked indifferently and unattainable, walked straight past them, and left without looking back.
Years of experience in investigating crimes have honed his sharp eyes.
Just now, the little palace maid looked at him with something wrong.
Anyway, he doesn't have time to worry about these trivial details now.
The baby theft case is what he cares about.
After searching for a day, we finally found some clues.
Thinking of this, his sharp eyes narrowed.
Some people in the palace were really bold.
He Ling's knees hurt, her eyes were sore, and her fingertips were white.
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After she calmed down, she stood up, picked up the clothes that had fallen to the ground, and asked the person next to her, "Who was that person just now?"
"That's the Commander-in-Chief of Jinyiwei, a high-ranking official of the second rank."
When she said this, she smiled, "I was scared to death just now when I saw you like that.
The Commander-in-Chief is a very talented person, but he has not yet married a wife in his thirties.
What a majestic and majestic figure.
It’s so majestic that people can’t help but want to take a second look, but those eyes are so fierce.”
Blood was drawn from He Ling's palm, but she felt no pain.
She nodded and asked, "Do you know the name of the Lord?"
"My last name is Lu and my last name is Chengyuan."
He Ling calmed down and repeated, "Lu Chengyuan" "What’s wrong with you" "Nothing, let's go back."
He Ling shook his head and said.
After returning to Sishan Hall, grandma divided the clothes and gave each person two sets of coats, one light pink and one light green.
The clothes and food of the palace maids are distributed according to the routine, and only a few pieces of clothing can be changed throughout the year.
He Ling took her clothes and went back to the house.
She also secretly begged for some fabric to make a winter coat for Zhao Juanhan.
The room was much warmer than outside.
He Ling put down her clothes and looked at the people standing by the window.
She frowned, not sure how long these days would last.
Sometimes she always felt that Zhao Junhan would fly out of this small courtyard.
As for what he would become in the future, she didn't know.
She took out the measuring strip from the drawer and gently pulled off the corner of his clothes.
"Come here and I will measure your size."
Zhao Junhan turned around and saw the coat on the table at a glance.
He raised his hand to his shoulder and let her measure it obediently.
He Ling roughly measured his shoulder width and waist, "Okay."
"What's wrong with your palm?"
He just noticed a few pinch marks and small wounds on it.
He Ling subconsciously put his hand back, not wanting to mention it more, "It's nothing."
Zhao Junhan stepped forward and grabbed her hand without any explanation, with a cold look in his eyes, "I pinched it myself."
He Ling wanted to take her hand out, but the strength of his grip made her unable to move.
She looked unhappy and said, "Let go."
She curled her lips and added, "It has nothing to do with you."
Her mood really couldn't be described as good.
She heard his slight sigh, and then he spread her hand flat, his deep gaze fell from the top of her head, and his slender fingers slowly rubbed the wound on her palm, "Does it hurt?"
He Ling was stunned, "It doesn't hurt."
He chuckled, "Liar."
How come it doesn't hurt?
He bit her wrist so hard that her eyes turned red from the pain.
He Ling felt complicated and unspeakable, and the corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of his shoeless feet.
"Why don't you wear shoes?"
He Ling has long discovered this quirk of his, he likes to walk around barefoot on the ground, and he is not afraid of the cold despite the cold weather.
That's right, he should have been used to the cold for a long time.
He didn't wear clothes to protect him from the cold.
Every time he spent a cold winter, he lived for another year.
"It's warm in the house."
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"It's up to you."
She wouldn't listen no matter what, and she didn't want to care anymore.
Zhao Junhan smiled, but silently put on the shoes placed beside the bed.
It finally caught her attention.
The snow that had been falling for several days has stopped.
The sun is getting higher and the warm sunshine is slowly melting the snow.
Zhao Junhan opened the window, and the cool breeze blew through his clothes.
The coolness also blew away the woody fragrance in the room.
He Ling lowered his head and sat on the chair, concentrating on cutting the cloth, revealing his beautiful profile.
He stared at her, his eyes sweeping over her lips and her neck, until he suddenly came to his senses and looked away.
Some thoughts have long been secretly growing in my heart.
Lang Pei still had to go on duty in Concubine Zhao's palace.
After the hairpin incident, He Ling never spoke to her again.
When Lang Pei saw her, he never paid attention to her.
He still looked arrogant with his cold eyebrows.
Lang Pei didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel guilty.
He only thought that his methods were not smart enough, he used the stupidest method, and he underestimated He Ling's thoughts.
It's no secret in Sishan Hall that the two of them don't interact with each other, but even so, grandma still deliberately arranged for the two of them to do the same thing.
That is to deliver lunch to Song Duan, the admiral of the West Factory.
This is not a big deal, but Song Duan is the one that people can't avoid.
The new wave of maids who entered the palace all know that this governor is not to be messed with.
Not only is it untouchable, but it is best not to appear in front of him.
Song Duan's mind was unpredictable and he did everything based on his mood.
Three out of ten maids who served him were executed.
Sometimes I find the clothes the palace maid wears too flashy, and sometimes I hate the way the palace maid looks so timid.
In short, the reasons for each execution were different and very unreasonable.
However, there is no need for a reason for the governor to kill someone.
It all depends on his mood that day.
On this day, Song Duan ordered some of Sishantang's specialty dishes on a whim.
Originally, he never ate the food cooked by Sishantang.
All his meals were cooked by the chefs he hired from Jiangnan.
He lived a delicate life.
Very, he wants the best in everything, and he never gives up on himself.
Aunt Sishan rarely told them to be careful, serve the food and come back immediately, and never offend the governor.
He Ling was not too nervous, and Lang Pei had seen the world.
He had seen the governor from a distance in Concubine Zhao's palace before, and he was not afraid at all.
The two walked along the palace road in silence for a while.
When they were approaching the side hall, Lang Pei suddenly spoke up and asked: "He Ling, do you think we will die?"
He Ling frowned, "No."
She seemed to laugh, and glanced at her with a hint of meaning, "I can't say for sure.
I heard that this governor is not easy to serve.
Maybe we are unlucky enough to have the governor take care of us, but there will be no good results. have eaten."
He Ling stopped, turned around, looked at her steadily, and said: "It's you, not us."
After a pause, he continued: "Besides, you are very thoughtful and will never make mistakes."
Lang Pei said with a smile, "Then I'll lend you some good words."
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"To be honest, those twenty boards gave me a better memory, so I'll thank you in advance."
The words "unkind" flashed in He Ling's mind for no apparent reason.
She took a few steps back and said, not to be outdone, "You're welcome.
I'll gain wisdom from every experience.
There will be many opportunities for you to improve your memory in the future."
Lang Pei's eyes turned cold and he whispered word by word in her ear: "You must not make any mistakes later."
The profound meaning of the words is difficult to figure out.
He Ling felt uneasy, lowered his eyes, and thought to himself that no matter how much Lang Pei gritted his teeth towards her, he would not dare to make a mistake in front of Song Duan.
The side hall of Wenyuan Palace is also magnificent, with towering cornices and majestic pavilions.
He Ling smelled a fresh fragrance as soon as he entered.
The smell was neither light nor heavy and made people feel comfortable.
Her heart was hanging in the air.
Song Duan's name was like thunder.
Of course she knew it, but she had never seen this person before.
A governor who is feared by people.
The struggle between the east and west factories is also becoming increasingly fierce.
The west factory can be regarded as a rising star.
In just a few years, most of the foundation of the east factory has been uprooted, which shows Song Duan's ability.
The reason why He Ling understands him so well is because of her uncle.
Under the influence of her ears and eyes, she has also heard many ways to gain power.
Song Duan's slender body stood in front of the desk.
He held a brush in his hand, with his head lowered, concentrating on practicing calligraphy on the rice paper.
He wrote vigorously, and the black ink stained the white paper.
His pen was bold and bold, and he wrote with great skill.
Good words.
He Ling glanced hastily and only saw a rough figure, not daring to look more.
She carefully took out the plate from the food box and placed it on the table without making any noise.
Lang Pei stood behind her, looking at her coldly, rolling his eyes as if he was planning something.
He Ling's intuition was wrong and she broke into a cold sweat behind her back.
It wasn't because she was frightened by Song Duan's momentum.
When the last dish was put on the table, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing went wrong.
She closed the lid, but before she could turn her head, the person behind her made a move.
Langpei lowered her head, with a humble look that showed no sense of presence.
She suddenly raised her eyes, squinted at He Ling's back, smiled, stretched out her foot, and slapped fiercely when no one noticed.
He kicked He Ling's leg, the movement was so fast that people couldn't recover.
The force of her kick was so strong that He Ling jumped forward and hit the table unconsciously.
She fell to the ground, and the table was overturned by the force of her impact, and the porcelain bowl on the table hit the ground.
It shattered to the ground, and the soup and water inside spilled out, making a huge noise in the quiet room.
The blood on He Ling's face suddenly faded, and even his lips turned deathly white.
She closed her eyes and almost immediately thought of what Lang Pei said to her just now.
She asks her to be careful.
He Ling smiled bitterly and did not dare to look in Song Duan's direction.
Such a big movement must have alarmed Song Duan.
He Ling held his breath.
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And Lang Pei is waiting for He Ling's death.
After a long time, a laugh sounded in the air, the kind of laugh that was extremely mocking.
"It's really fun.
I think I'm too kind to you, so I came here to die."
The black boots fell to the ground, he put down his pen, walked out from behind the desk, and approached He Ling step by step.
He Ling wanted to say something, but thought it was useless.
He moved the corners of his lips, but still made no sound.
No matter what, you can't escape.
He looked down at her and ordered in a cold voice, "Look up."
He Ling slowly raised his head, and then his clear pupils looked at the person in front of him.
She was stunned for a moment.
This man was so good-looking and familiar, giving her the illusion that she had seen him before.
But she was also sure that she did not know such a big shot as Song Duan.
Perhaps it was because of his cleansing that he was not heroic enough, but his eyebrows were exquisite.
When he was against the light, it made people feel as if he was looking at flowers in the fog.
The moment Song Duan saw her face, he was dazzled for a moment, and her facial features overlapped with that of a little girl in his memory.
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