Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 743: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly saw a dark figure striding towards her from the corner of the palace wall.

The man had a black iron token hanging around his waist, and every step he took was extremely heavy.

"stop."

The voice was as cold as ice.

He Yingxue looked up and met a pair of hawk-like eyes.

Yan Wujiu placed one hand on the goose-feather knife at his waist, and the black iron wristband shone coldly in the sunlight.

"My Lady, the cold palace is a restricted area, no one is allowed to enter."

He Yingxue had never seen such a scene before. She was so frightened that her shoulders trembled and the brocade box in her arms tilted, so that the top brocade box fell off, and a jade ruyi fell on the bluestone slab with a "clang".

"Commander Yan, I..."

"The cold palace is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed to enter." Yan Wujiu interrupted directly, and the tip of his boot pressed against the falling jade ruyi, "Your Majesty, please go back."

Han Su was so scared that he knelt down to pick it up, but a look from Yan Wujiu nailed him to the spot.

He Yingxue took a deep breath.

This man is just as described in the original novel and is unyielding.

But she must go in today, otherwise how can she help in times of need?

She suddenly took a step forward and raised her head almost to his chest.

"Either you let me in now, or I will shout here that I am molested. Commander Yan probably doesn't want to die with this kind of crime."

"you!"

Yan Wujiu's ears suddenly turned red.

The imperial guards seemed to be blind and could not see anything.

At this moment, the broken door of Canwu Palace opened with a creaky sound.

Song Yuesheng leaned against the door, holding a simple silver hairpin in her hand, watching the farce with interest.

She smiled, "Oh, so lively?"

These few words made the two of them look over.

The deposed Queen Duanning had her hair tied up casually in a bun, and her coarse cloth dress was stained with mud, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

He Yingxue hurriedly took two steps back, distanced herself from Yan Wujiu, and spoke quickly: "Sister Duan Ning, don't misunderstand me. I just did it because I had no choice but to go in."

She held up three fingers, "There is absolutely no private relationship between this palace and Commander Yan!"

Song Yuesheng leaned against the door frame, spinning the silver hairpin around her fingertips: "There is no Queen Duan Ning in the palace any longer. It is better for you to call me by my real name, Imperial Concubine."

"Sister Song, don't say that." He Yingxue took a step closer, but stopped in front of the scabbard that Yan Wujiu suddenly thrust across her face. "Your Majesty will definitely restore Sister Song to the position of Queen."

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Are you so confident?

"Concubine."

Yan Wujiu interrupted coldly, his thumb resting on the blade, "The emperor's order is hard to disobey, please return."

He Yingxue was about to retort when she heard Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckle.

"Did Commander Yan misunderstand?" She tapped the mottled threshold of Canwu Palace with her fingertips. "The imperial concubine didn't come in, and I didn't go out. How can it be said that I disobeyed the emperor's order?"

He Yingxue admired secretly.

She is worthy of being the queen who is always favored!

First-class at finding logical loopholes.

Only a woman like this can be compared with Wen Yu, a man with eight hundred schemes.

"exactly."

He Yingxue quickly took over the conversation, motioning Han Su Hanzhi to put down her things at the door, "I will talk to Sister Song here. If Commander Yan is worried, you can stay here."

Seeing Yan Wujiu was about to speak again, she spoke first: "Your Majesty only said that outsiders are not allowed to enter, but he didn't say that we can't send gifts, right?"

She picked up a brocade box, revealing the thick fox fur inside.

"It's freezing cold, I'm worried about my sister catching a cold, isn't that okay?" She glared, "Does it mean that in Commander Yan's eyes, it's normal for concubines in the harem to fight to the death?"

Yan Wujiu was choked speechless, and a rare trace of embarrassment flashed across his stern face.

"...at most one stick of incense."

"Humph!"

He Yingxue raised her chin proudly, but turned around and met Song Yuesheng's inquiring gaze.

That half-smile made her heart skip a beat: "Song, why is Sister Song looking at me like that?"

"I just didn't expect..." Song Yuesheng picked up a brocade box slowly, "The Imperial Concubine Xuan is a little different from what Huang Jing said. She is so sharp-tongued."

He Yingxue laughed dryly twice.

"How can we believe all rumors?" She took two steps back without leaving a trace. "I suddenly remembered that I still have palace affairs to deal with. I will come to visit you another day."

After she walked away, Song Yuesheng dragged them one by one into the threshold.

Six thick silk quilts were spread out on the stone table in the yard, fluffy as clouds in the sun.

Eight brocade boxes were opened one after another——

Zhenshu gasped.

The entire snow fox fur in the box was as white as new.

Ginseng is as thick as a baby's arm, and bird's nests are crystal clear.

"Is Concubine Xuan..." Zhenshu's voice trembled, "Are you here to show off?"

Zhiqi had already pulled out the dagger, and the cold light flashed across the medicinal herbs one by one.

"Your Highness, just throw it away. The He family and the Queen Mother are closely related. How could Concubine Xuan come here at this time with good intentions?"

Song Yuesheng picked up a gold and jade hairpin and looked at it carefully in the sunlight.

"Yan Wujiu saw it with his own eyes." She suddenly chuckled, her fingertips stroking the soft fur of the fox fur, "Who cares what her purpose is... With these quilts, at least we won't freeze to death in Canwu Palace."

"Miss?"

Song Yuesheng raised his hand to interrupt their chatter.

She took a quilt and said, "The rest can be divided among the three of you."

"Remember, in the face of freezing to death or starving to death—" Song Yuesheng picked up a handful of fox fur with his fingertips and let it fly away in the wind, "What kind of backbone and calculation are all jokes."

Zhiqi tightened his grip on the quilt.

"The Imperial Guards are on patrol outside. He Yingxue dared to come, which means she won't do anything. You can take her without worry." Song Yuesheng threw the quilt on his shoulders and strode towards the inner hall. "The daughter raised by the He family is not that stupid."

As dusk fell, candlelight flickered in the Chengjian Hall.

Wen Yu was reviewing memorials with his pen, and the cinnabar spread like blood on the rice paper.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered, and a man wearing a crow mask walked out silently from the dark room. The black iron mask glowed coldly under the firelight.

"Checked it out?"

Wen Yu never raised his eyes.

"My Lord," Jackdaw knelt on one knee, "I and Hanming have thoroughly checked the list of palace maids, and there is no such person as 'Ah Heng'."

The tip of the wolf-hair brush was suspended above the memorial, and a drop of vermilion ink fell on the word "tax".

Wen Yu slowly put down his pen, and when he raised his eyes, a dark tide surged in his eyes: "Did you miss anything?"

"The maids in the Empress Dowager's palace, the maids who worked in the laundry department, and the palace maids and concubines who were thrown into the Canwu Palace to fend for themselves are all on the list."

"Go back."

Wen Yu pressed his knuckles against his brow and glanced at the corner of the desk.

A corner of rice paper was exposed under the memorial, and the ink mark of the word "Heng" was still fresh.

He looked at the Jackdaw who had not left: "Anything else?"

"Noble Concubine Xuan went to the cold palace a quarter of an hour ago. She brought six quilts and eight boxes of treasures, but returned empty-handed."

Wen Yu frowned: "Why did she look for Duan Ning for no reason? Yan Wujiu just let her in like that?"

"The imperial concubine did not enter." The crow feather pattern on the jackdaw mask was eerie in the candlelight. "She was just chatting with the deposed queen in front of the door. She left after about a quarter of an hour."

"Axue is such a soft-hearted person..."

The red pen turned a circle between his fingers, and Wen Yu lowered his eyes to hide the dark light in his eyes.

"That's it, step back."

**

Half an hour later.

From outside Zhuoying Palace, a eunuch reported in a sharp voice: "Your Majesty has arrived——"

The teacup in He Yingxue's hand fell onto the table with a "bang", splashing her cuffs.

...Wen Yu!

Why is he here?

Doesn’t the original novel say that “He Yingxue” is just a cover to confuse the Queen Mother?

suddenly.

A dark figure came under the moonlight.

What a graceful face!

He Yingxue was stunned for a moment.

The candlelight gilded the emperor's features, and his black dragon-patterned uniform made his shoulders look broad and his waist narrow.

Those eyes were as deep as a cold pond, but at this moment they were filled with a rare tenderness.

"Axue was stunned?"

The deep voice startled her.

He Yingxue hurriedly bowed, her hair shaking as she stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

I go I go I go!

How come it is completely different from the original!

This intimate name, does it mean... to sleep with me? !

He Yingxue raised her eyes secretly and met the emperor's smiling eyes.

The man above all others looks at you so tenderly...

No wonder the original owner couldn't let it go until his death.

"Axue, there's no need to peek like that. Although I can't make you queen right now, you and I are already husband and wife. There won't be anyone else in the harem."

The tips of He Yingxue's ears instantly turned red.

Who can stand this!

How about... just sleep for one night?

Anyway, I'm already wearing it...

A suppressed chuckle came from outside the door.

Wen Yu's smile deepened. He reached out to help, but suddenly his body shook.

"what happened to you?"

Wen Yu stepped back suddenly, pressing his right hand tightly against his temple: "I haven't reviewed the memorial yet..."

He stumbled and turned.

"I'll see you another day."

He Yingxue subconsciously reached out: "Wen Yu, do you have a headache? I will ask Han Zhi to call the imperial physician immediately..."

"do not come!"

A cold light flashed in the emperor's eyes, shocking her so much that she froze in place.

The black sleeves swept across the threshold and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

He Yingxue's legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Miss!"

When Han Suhanzhi rushed in, he saw He Yingxue covering her heart with her fingertips trembling.

There was a lot of beating there.

I don't know if it was because of fear, or... because he was amazed by the fleeting tenderness of the emperor who was so decisive and murderous.

Wen Yu hurriedly left Zhuoying Palace, staggered and held onto the palace wall, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Ah Heng..." He stared at the bloody marks on his palm, his eyes still cold, "Who are you..."

The night wind blew up the fallen leaves, covering up the emperor's rare gaffe.

At this moment, on the west wall of Shangshansi, a shadow almost fell down because of a sneeze.