The door to the Tibetan Spring Palace was pushed open.

A thin layer of dust fell down, and was blown out of sight by the wind in the blink of an eye. The people in the surrounding palaces did not expect that the emperor would come to the palace to hide the erotic. After a brief shock, they hurriedly knelt down in a row.

The Zangchun Palace has been neglected all year round, and there are very few people serving Jiang Ling in the palace.

Apart from the green weeds and green chrysanthemums, there are only a few palace maids and eunuchs whose names cannot be named.

As soon as Yin Ling'er stepped through the door, she couldn't wait to search for the woman named Jiang Ling, so she didn't pay much attention to the emperor's expression beside her.

There was indeed a peach blossom tree in the courtyard, but it was not as big or as beautiful as Yin Ling'er imagined. The peach blossoms on the tree had also withered, leaving only the broken branches and leaves swaying in the cold wind.

After a while, a woman came out of the room.

It was autumn, and the other party did not wear much, and her plain clothes made her figure even more frail. She had obviously lived in this deep courtyard without seeing the sun for a long time, and she had not deliberately dressed up carefully. The clothes and makeup were all

She was clean and proper. When she saw that girl, Yin Ling'er couldn't help but secretly marvel in her heart. Such stunning beauties really cannot be compared to ordinary people.

She suddenly understood why the emperor wanted her to read more books.

There is poetry and calligraphy in my belly, and what my predecessors said is indeed true.

The autumn wind rustled, Jiang Ling stood there quietly, as elegant as an ink painting.

Lu Wu tugged on his master's sleeves, and the latter slowly turned around and said in a calm voice: "I have met the emperor."

She lowered her eyes and lowered her face, not looking at the concubine whom she had never met before, nor at Bu Zhan, who was wearing a dragon robe.

The breeze passed through the courtyard, blowing up her black hair on the temples. The next moment, Jiang Ling heard the woman's charming voice in front of her:

"Your Majesty, I want this tree."

This is a very ordinary and ordinary tree.

It is also the only peach blossom tree in the Tibetan Spring Palace.

Jiang Ling raised his head and frowned slightly.

The other party was a young lady from an unknown family. She was raised very pampered. She was wearing a lotus pink dress and a bun with pearls and jade. When the light and shadow fell, there was a burst of radiance.

She had not seen such luxurious jewelry for a long time, and the dazzling light was slightly dazzling.

As soon as Yin Ling'er opened her mouth, palace officials immediately came forward. They had prepared transplanting tools in advance and walked towards the peach blossom tree.

The crowd blocked her and Bu Zhan's figures.

Vaguely, Jiang Ling seemed to feel a gaze falling gently on her.

After not seeing her for three years, she became even thinner, and her figure was only a thin layer, as if it would topple over when the cold wind blew. But in this thin figure, there was a tenacity as deep as an iron nail.

When Bu Zhan wanted to chop down the tree, she didn't question him or even stop him.

Yin Ling'er originally thought that the woman in front of her would be angry.

Because he broke in and took away the things she loved out of thin air, any person should have some emotions.

But she doesn't seem to have it.

Her expression was very calm, as if she was watching a very ordinary thing. Jiang Ling watched the shovel dig out the soft soil bit by bit, and suddenly felt very bored. She slowly walked towards the person and left the front yard.

The Tibetan Spring Palace is not big, but it is not very small either. For three years, Jiang Ling was able to walk sideways through the entire palace with his eyes closed.

Listening to the sound of digging trees in the front yard, she felt a tightness in her chest. It was a pity that such a beautiful tree had been with her for so long. People moved the tree alive and to death. She didn't know if it could survive in another place.

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Thinking like this, she just wanted to sigh and bump into someone unexpectedly.

Jiang Ling was lowering her head, and the first thing that caught her eye was a bright yellow dress. The dress was embroidered with dragons and cloud patterns with gold thread, both of which showed the dignity and majesty of the owner of the clothes. Her right eyelid popped out.

He jumped, and when he subconsciously raised his head, he looked right into the eyes of that person.

He lowered his dark eyes, which seemed to be indifferent, and fell quietly on her plain and thin face.

Haven't seen him for three years.

This was the first time Jiang Ling saw Bu Zhan wearing a dragon robe. In her memory, he still looked like a snow-white plain robe with wide sleeves. He often liked to tie up his black hair with a simple hair tie, but now he

It is the golden crown and jade belt, which looks more and more arrogant and unattainable.

She lowered herself again and called out calmly according to the rules: "Your Majesty."

The woman's neck was fair and slender, and the wind carried a faint fragrance. Bu Zhan looked at her well-groomed figure and responded calmly: "Yes."

Other than that, the two of them had nothing to say.

In fact, Jiang Ling is also a little tired. It's her mother's birthday in a few days. She stayed up very late last night copying scriptures to pray for her mother, and now she has a faint dark green complexion. Bu Zhan's eyes are following her

When his eyelashes slid down and landed on her eyelids, his expression paused.

However, he only looked slightly stunned.

There was still a long silence between the two people.

The cold wind continued to blow, and the grass in the courtyard withered and turned into a dull yellow.

Jiang Ling only felt that the silence was suffocating for no reason, and made people feel bored for no reason. She didn't want Ren Zhan to see her like this. If she had known that he would suddenly come over today, she would have gone to bed earlier last night, and her face would not have been so full.

exhausted.

——Like an abandoned woman.

She looks like an abandoned woman with a sallow complexion and thin skin, full of resentment because a man doesn't have enough to eat and sleep well.

Jiang Ling suddenly felt a little depressed.

Bu Zhan's expression moved imperceptibly, and then he looked away - he didn't seem to want to look at her, and looked around intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, a rather cautious voice sounded in the front yard:

"Your Majesty, are you still digging this peach tree?"

Are you still digging?

Seeing the emperor leaving suddenly, the people who were digging trees in the palace were at a loss.

Almost subconsciously, the man's eyes glanced over again.

Without saying a word, his gaze fell firmly on her.

He seemed to be waiting for her to speak.

Seeing that there was still no movement in the backyard, a young eunuch couldn't bear it anymore and ran over along the road. At a glance, he saw a pair of men and women facing each other.

Jiang Ling also raised his eyes and stared at him.

After a while, she smiled softly: "It's just a tree. Your Majesty likes it, so he dug it up. There is nothing in this palace or in the world that is not your Majesty's. What do you want, your Majesty? How dare you?

Beak."

After saying that, she turned around and told the little eunuch who ran over: "Just dig it."

A group of palace people started working again.

The clanking of shovels gave Jiang Ling a slight headache. She walked past the emperor and returned to the palace, asking the palace servants to close the doors and windows.

Those people worked all afternoon and finally dug out the tree.

Looking around, there is nothing left between heaven and earth.

Jiang Ling felt pity in his heart, sighed, put down the peach tree picture he was drawing, handed it to his servants and ordered it to be burned.

The courtyard was clean, but she was not. The next day, Yin Ling'er came to visit her.

Jiang Ling heard from Lu Wu that just a few months after entering the palace, Bu Zhan had already given her the title of Shuyuan. When asked about her family background, she was not surprised to find that she was the legitimate daughter of the right minister.

She knew Bu Zhan very well, he was always able to achieve his ambitious ambitions without any hesitation and using the most despicable means.

Yin Ling'er was indeed pampered, and as soon as she walked into the Cangchun Palace, she felt arrogant and domineering. She simply saluted Jiang Ling, and then glanced at the simple furnishings in the palace, she couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

Every word is flamboyant and every sentence is provocative.

Lu Wu was very angry when he heard this.

She wanted to step forward, but her sleeve was gently pulled by her master. Compared to her anger, Jiang Ling's expression was very dull. She raised her eyes and glanced at the woman, but did not pay attention to the spikes on her face.

If so, just call the palace maid to make tea.

Yin Ling'er punched the cotton.

She pushed the tea handed to her by the palace attendant and said sarcastically: "I never drink this kind of tea."

Jiang Ling then laughed: "That's a pity. I'm afraid I don't have the tea you want to drink here. If you want to drink more expensive tea, you should go to Changming Palace. His Majesty will definitely ask someone to make good tea for you.

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"You also know that His Majesty loves me very much."

Jiang Ling shook her head honestly: "I don't know."

"Then you know now."

Yin Ling'er raised her head and deliberately exposed the bracelet on her wrist.

"These are all gifts given to me by Your Majesty, jewelry, jade bracelets, fine silks... You, why are you laughing at me?"

The other party was dressed in plain clothes and his face was as calm as water. Jiang Ling didn't seem to want to speak. After thinking for a moment, he still said warmly:
To be continued...