The Legends of Consort De

When he arrived at palace of the dead, it was very quiet inside and outside, Bu Chang Zai was hanging around outside, he was tired and rested for a long time, while Eastern Accessory Hall was sitting cross-legged under the window drawing red words.

When Beneficiary entered, he did not get anyone to report, but only saw the petite and small girl who was wholeheartedly lying on the brick table. When he quietly approached, she did not even notice as he waited for the paper on the table to be moved.

"Thank you for thinking so much about chenqie." Lan Qi still did not dare to stop her guests from continuing to write, she called Huan Chun to bring the tea, and personally bring it to Beneficiary, then asked if she should also invite Bu Chang Zai to come over to speak.

"If Beneficiary has any advice, chenqie would be extremely grateful." Lan Qi knew that she had something to say, but she was no longer modest. She got up and blessed herself, "Chenqie is so young, and yet she is still young.

"Sit down …"

Outside the hall, Huan Chun held onto the furnace to warm the hands of the palace maids from the Beneficiary. When she saw the Wang mama sneaking out, she could not help but mutter under her breath, "Where are you going to be lazy again?"

Ministry of Internal Affairs stood at her spot and glared at the people who were coming and going. Dong Yun continuously fanned the air in her surroundings and advised his master, "Why don't you go and take a seat elsewhere? This place has a very strong smell."

Zhao Fei laughed coldly: "I have already smoked my entire body, why am I still going to another place? The Emperor no longer comes to the YiKun Palace. If I bring bad luck to someone else, will I be ridiculed as being insufficient by others behind their back? "

Dong Yun did not dare speak further and waited patiently. Not long after, a small palace maid ran over and the Zhao Fei saw their whispers and asked impatiently: "What's the matter now?"

Dong Yun also said in an inexplicable manner: "It's fine, the palace of the dead's steward, Senior Servant, has come to pay respects. What a muddle-headed old thing, why don't you take a look at our situation?"

Zhao Fei did not care at first, but after thinking about it, her long and delicate eyebrows twitched. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, as if she despised the smell inside the palace, and quietly instructed Dong Yun, "This old granny, you be careful, I have uses for you in the future."

Dong Yun understood, and let the palace maids by her side carefully serve the masters, she herself slowly retreated, and went out to talk to the Wang mama.