The silk is full of dust and stains, as if strongly expressing how terrible the crisis it has suffered before, but there is only one word on the silk that has been worked so hard -“Banquet”.
[Whether Wei Jin: What do you mean? Verb or Noun?]
[Bobo milk tea with taro paste: Banquet? The latest banquet is the feast of the Revelation Day, isn't that tomorrow?]
[The Autumn Wind That Doesn't Fall: Could it be a banquet?]
[Whether Wei and Jin: Ah Zhi is true, why don't you write it clearly.]
[Zhou Zhou: I found an opportunity to write it when life and death were at stake, and it was written with blood.
She cut the main artery.]
[Whether Wei Jin: No, it's just that you can write two more…
one more is fine.]
[Baby Ping An is so cute: Will there be hidden words? Isn't it common in novels that words will appear when immersed in water?]
[Renjianyuan: Yes, try it.]
Fu Ping’An didn't quite understand the reason for this, but he still listened to the bullet screen and poured some water on the silk, but there was nothing else except the faint blood.
[Chang'an Hua: It seems that you are thinking too much.]
[Bobo milk tea with taro paste: …
Don't think so badly about a court lady who is under house arrest.
It's amazing to be able to write a single word.]
[Insomnia every day: what does that mean?]
Fu Ping’An was also confused.
But logically, the word “banquet” at this time is easily reminiscent of the feast of the Revelation Festival.
This is a rare opportunity in a year for her to show her face among the officials, but this time due to the Tiangou eclipse, the scale of the Qisheng Banquet was reduced; only an inner court banquet was held, and only relatives of the family members were entertained.
At the same time, the emperor would give a banquet to the ministers above the second rank, but the ministers did not need to come to the palace.
With such a small banquet, she could already foresee that the whole event would be under the eyes of the Queen Mother, so it was hard to imagine what arrangements could be made.
The people in the barrage also had no clue, “I really want to see the moon” told her to burn this thread.
But before it was time to light the lamp, he suddenly asked someone to light the lamp, which made people suspicious, so Fu Ping’An wrapped the silk in her handkerchief and hid it in her arms first.
The smell of blood dissipated, but with the silk in her arms, there was a vague feeling that Azhi was still there.
[Baby Ping'an is so cute: Don't be sad, I'll give you a gift.]
[Reading novels makes people happy physically and mentally: I will give it to you, and I will give it to me too.]
[Feng Ye: Oh, I feel sad even for me, and I can't get over it in ten days and half a month.]
But in fact, Fu Ping’An was calmer than expected.
It only took a quarter of an hour to calm down.
She walked to the door and opened it, but there was no one at the door.
No one dared to step forward.
Turning her eyes slightly, she saw that Qin He was still kneeling on the porch, with her body low and her head on the ground, motionless like a sculpture.
Fu Ping’An said, “What are you doing kneeling there?”
The voice was calm and unfamiliar.
Qin He knelt and stepped forward, hesitantly said: “Slave…
Slave came to plead guilty.”
Fu Ping’An said: “What is your crime? Come in and serve me.
I don't know what's going on.
There is no one who even waited before…”
[Yuyu is speechless: it must be that Ah Ying, Yuni has seen it.]
[Don't eat fresh shrimp: I'm so angry, is it because of jealousy, drive her away quickly.]
[Snail noodles are fragrant: kill her, this person is so vicious, and she will definitely do bad things in the future.]
[River God: Then it is not necessary to kill people, the crime does not warrant death.]
[Insomnia day by day: You, Holy Mother, you are amazing, you don't have back pain while standing and talking.]
[Hebie Qingshan: I think you will still cultivate a tyrant.]
[Yuza Taozi: You can't be called a tyrant, if you don't punish this, won't you lose prestige in the future?]
[Ge Ge: Will the live broadcast kill people be banned?]
[Bobo milk tea with taro paste: Yes, at least seven days, as stated in the contract.]
[Sonnet Spokesperson: But last time there was a corpse with only a mosaic.]
[Insomnia every day: It wasn't the anchor who killed it.]
[k77: I didn't eat all day when I saw that…]
Fu Ping’An watched the barrage in front of her in silence for a long time, then called out the system and turned off the live broadcast for the first time.
For the first time in over a year, the world was so quiet.
Fu Ping’An suddenly realized that the text also had sound.
When the bullet screens were brushed past her eyes one by one, she often felt that there were all kinds of people chattering in her ears.
These voices made her not lonely, and made her feel that there were many people around her, but now that the barrage was turned off, she looked around, only to realize that she was actually extremely lonely in this deep palace.
She looked at Qin He quietly, and said: “I am like a decoration, right?”
Qin He said: “Your Majesty is rich all over the world, and the world belongs to Her Majesty, how can Your Majesty be a decoration?”
Fu Ping’An said: “Raise your head Look, look into my eyes, and tell me what happened that night – until you report the ending; you will not hide anything.”
Qin He raised her head; her eyes were clear and firm: “The servant entered the palace when I was a child, so I have nothing to do with the palace.
The old mothers are all on good terms.
Didn’t the slaves lose Her Majesty’s favor recently, so they wanted to go to other palaces for a while—this is precisely because the slaves wanted to know everything, so she confessed to Her Majesty.
Your Majesty, please don't blame me.”
“That night, the servant girl went to give gifts to the Nanny Quan of Qianqiu Palace, and stayed in the former sister's room.
Suddenly, a guard broke in in the middle of the night, saying that she wanted to check the palace ban.
The servant girl was not from Qianqiu Palace, so she hid under the bed and waited.
The guards left and this servant ran out, wanting to go back to Jingui Palace, and heard on the way it was Miss Azhi who was arrested, and the slave servant knew that Her Majesty valued the girl, so she rushed back to report the letter.
The servant knew that she had behaved badly, so she just begged Her Majesty to spare the slave servant, but these words are absolutely true, if there are lies, there will be lightning strikes.”
Fu Ping’An took a few steps, but said: “Is there nothing else to say?”
Qin He turned pale with fright, and kowtowed again and again: “This servant never told the Empress Dowager that your Majesty and the princess often talk alone.
Although this servant used to belong to the Qianqiu Palace, now she is devoted to Her Majesty.
This servant just knows, right now the suspicion of being a servant is the biggest, that's why I came to plead guilty.”
Fu Ping’An: “If it's not you, then who could it be?” “
Qin He said: “Your Majesty, give me some time, and I will definitely find out.”
Fu Ping’An nodded slightly.
Qin He had just breathed a sigh of relief, but she heard Fu Ping’An say, “Two days, after the Holy Banquet, I want to know who did the trick.
I can wrong you.”
Qin He raised her head and wanted to speak, but when she met Fu Ping’An's eyes, she flinched again.
The girl in front of her didn't have a very vicious look on her face, and even had some compassion, but it was this kind of look that made Qin He know that she was serious.
She leaned down and said, “Slaves…
must do her best.”
Fu Ping’An walked to Qin He's side: “Don't lie to me, don't try to find a scapegoat, I know it well, you may not believe it, but you can try.”
Qin He pressed her fingers tightly on the ground, her fingertips turned white: “I dare not.”
“Well, go and ask the dining room to prepare lunch.
Princess Yunping is leaving in the afternoon, so I will eat something good today.
You can figure it out.” “
Qin He stooped and exited the palace gate.
After blowing some wind outside, she realized that she was covered in cold sweat.
She still remembered that when she first came to Her Majesty's side a year ago, she still felt that Her Majesty was innocent and kind.
But now, when she thought of how she had thought about it back then, she shivered with fear.
At lunch time, Fu Ping’An started a live broadcast again.
A bunch of people flooded into the live broadcast room, all asking why the live broadcast suddenly stopped.
Probably because she has never closed it, no one seems to think that she closed it herself, and they all think that the signal may be unstable, or the platform went crazy and blocked her for a while.
Sitting in the hall were Bo Jiaoer and Princess Yunping.
Since the meals were shared, the three of them were far away in three corners of the hall.
They only ate a little, and Princess Yunping put down her chopsticks and said, “I'm full.”
Pingan glanced at it: “You should eat more, you eat too little, no wonder you are so thin.”
As soon as the words fell, Bao Jiaoer also put down the bowl and said, “I don't want to eat either.”
Fu Ping’An was helpless “Why are you?”
Bao Jiaoer said: “They all said that Her Majesty likes thin people.”
Fu Ping’An: “…I don't have any.”
Princess Yunping said: “In the past, King Ling of Chu had a thin waist.
The Chinese are vying to regard thinness as beauty, and it is still being criticized.
Your Majesty should act cautiously and not leave any excuses for others.”
Fu Ping’An smiled bitterly: “Are you admonishing the emperor?”
Princess Yunping's face darkened: “I am not, I can't do it either, Your Majesty, don't listen to anything I say.”
Fu Ping’An saw that she was angry and knew the reason, but the more she was like this, the less she knew what else to say.
But she still felt as if her hands and feet were bound, as if she was in a deep pool, and it was difficult to breathe.
Nor can she protect anyone around her.
Regardless of the barrage of “Hurry up and coax her”, this time she didn't say anything else, she just said to Bo Jiaoer: “Don't swallow your saliva, eat something quickly, or you won't grow taller.”
After lunch, Grandma Quan came to pick up Princess Yunping.
Fu Ping’An called Grandma Quan and told her to clean up Qingquan Palace and take care of it on weekdays.
Finally, she finally asked, “Azhi has left the palace, already?”
Quan Momo said: “She has left the palace.”
Fu Ping’An asked again: “Is anyone picking her up? Where does she live?”
Quan Momo smiled bitterly: “This…
I don't know.”
Fu Ping’An felt that this was the best way, which showed that A Zhi had indeed escaped the Queen Mother's eyeliner.
At this time, she caught a glimpse of the barrage and said——[What about that guard, did you reward Azhi to that guard?]
Fu Ping’An really didn't expect this.
Thinking about it, the other party should be the person who sent the news, rounded up to be hers, so she was stunned for a moment and asked: “What about the guard?”
Dodging her eyes, she said, “Your Majesty, don't ask; the Empress Dowager has her own disposal.”
Fu Ping’An suddenly understood.
Naturally, the Queen Mother never relents easily.
She silently sent Princess Yunping to the gate of the palace, and couldn't help but whispered: “When the Regent comes back, you go out of the palace.”
Princess Yunping didn't shake her face this time, she held Fu Ping’An's hand, her lips moved, and she hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything, and only squeezed Fu Ping’An's palm heavily.
This made Fu Ping’An think of A Zhi, who also squeezed her hand heavily at that time.
Besides passing on the news, did the other party want to express something similar to that of Princess Yunping?
Fu Ping’An forced a smile and said: “When I'm still in the palace, I can still see you.
I will visit you in Qingquan Palace from time to time.”
Princess Yunping's eyes turned red, and she nodded.
That night, Fu Ping’An burned the silk on the candle, and realized that Azhi had really left, and there was a high probability that she would never see her again.
She cried silently, but was worried about her manners at the feast would not be good, forced to hold back and went to sleep.
Before going to bed today, she turned off the live broadcast.
In the early morning of the next day, she habitually called out “Ah Zhi”, and came back to her senses in a trance, remembering that Azhi had already left, but she was surrounded by Mother Zhao, she asked in a low voice, “Who does Your Majesty want to serve?”
Ping'An thought for a while: “Then…
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