A couple with hair is broken and a sacrifice is made.

The queen sent her hair to her, and the meaning was obvious.

Hai Qing looked at Jin Yanrong with a little fear, but did not dare to say anything for a while.

I always felt like I had encountered something amazing, so I silently lowered my head and stood aside.

Jin Yanrong looked at the sachet in his hand for a long time, lowered his head and stuffed the broken hair back into the sachet, tightening the hole and never said a word again.

Ming Yayun's move is very clear.

"If the queen has any requests in the future, let's follow her." After Jin Yanrong said this to Hai Qing, he raised his hand toward Qingluan Palace.

"What did the emperor say?" Ming Yayun sat upright on the lord of Jingren Palace, looking at Qingyu who came back and raised her eyes and asked.

"..." Qingyu looked at Ming Yayun and shook her head.

"Sure enough." Ming Yayun didn't feel any surprise. She curled her lips and said with a smile: "Change clothes for me, I want to see someone."

"yes."

The night is as bright as ink.

The palace road seemed particularly quiet. Ming Yayun walked on the palace road wearing a black cloak and carrying a lantern, walking towards Yihe Palace. No one has stepped on Yijing Palace since Concubine Xian fell into ruin.

Even the palace road seems to be somewhat desolate.

There was a dim light in the Yihe Palace. It should not be a cold palace, but it seemed to be the same as the cold palace.

"Who?" Yi Cui was wearing a palace outfit made of cotton clothes and was about to extinguish the lanterns in the courtyard when she suddenly heard the sound of the palace gate. She was strange and went forward to open the door. When she looked up, she saw the queen standing at the door.

"Emperor... Empress?" Yicui was a little stupid and hurriedly leaned over and knelt down and said, "I will meet the Empress."

"I am here to look for...Song Zhaoyi." Ming Yayun glanced at Yi Cui indifferently.

"Yicui, who is here?" Song Zhaoyi, the former concubine, was standing in front of the door wearing a cotton coat, with her face not covered with makeup, her face not showing a haggard look, and her eyes were clear, as if she had just lived in hard practice.

Song Zhaoyi raised her eyes and saw the queen walking into the hall. Her figure appeared to be frozen briefly. She looked at Ming Yayun, taking off the hat on her head, bent her lips and smiled.

He bowed his head and leaned over: "I'm going to see the Queen."

The smile on Song Zhaoyi's lips was so natural and decent. Seeing Ming Yayun's arrival, she seemed to be surprised at all. She smiled and said, "Please please in the Queen, I'm waiting for you for a long time."

"You expected this palace to come?" Ming Yayun stepped forward and looked at Song Zhaoyi standing in front of her and said with a smile.

"Empress, please." Song Zhaoyi smiled but did not answer, lowered her head slightly and invited Ming Yayun into the house.

That night, the candles in the Yihe Hall were bright forever.

No one knows what the queen talked about with the former Virtuous Concubine.

No one even knew that the queen and Song Zhaoyi had ever met.

I only knew that the next day, the emperor, who had always been indifferent to the queen, actually gave the queen a gift for the first time. It was a jade Ruyi, which was a good thing. The jade Ruyi was made of warm jade and held in the hands in winter.

It’s cool again in summer, and the appearance of jade Ruyi is just right for fun.

The gift given by the emperor is considered intentional.

Compared to the antique calligraphy and paintings I gave back then, it is really different.

"Empress!" Qingyu was particularly surprised and stood beside Ming Yayun and smiled: "You sent the sachet to you, it's really useful. Look, the emperor is concerned about you again!"
Chapter completed!