When Yuwen Yuanhao and Luo Qingying were leaving, Yuwen Yao did not forget to tell the two of them to come back early after worshipping Duanjing Emperor Guifei, and then accompany him to talk more.

Standing outside the gate of the hall and looking at the distant figures of Yuwen Yuanhao and Luo Qingying, Yuwen Yao's eyes were full of relief.

"Yue'er (Yu Wenyao's affectionate name for Duanjing Emperor's concubine), have you seen it?

Our Haoer ...... When you grow up, you have found half of his favorite, you are in the sky, but you have to protect our Hao'er, don't let him ...... Like me and you...... Suffer the pain of this parting! ”

Yu Wenyao's voice was lonely and sad, with a strong longing for someone, so that Cui Liwan, who was standing beside him and heard this, couldn't help but quickly cross a trace of hatred in her eyes.

Fengyi Palace, the palace where Emperor Duanjing lived before her death, even though Emperor Duanjing has been dead for so many years, every flower, tree, brick and tile here all maintain the appearance of Emperor Duanjing when she was alive, and everything in it is also spotless, just as if Emperor Duanjing is still alive.

The people who work on errands in this Fengyi Palace, except for a few older people who went to Shangqingfang to retire for the elderly, and Fang Ziyun, the personal palace maid next to Duanjing Emperor's concubine, went out of the palace to marry, and the others also stayed here to continue to work on errands, and it is said that every once in a while, Yuwenyao will stay in this Fengyi Palace for a while.

People have been away for so many years, but Yu Wenyao is still so persistent, which makes people look at it, and it is really affectionate.

The people who stayed in this Fengyi Palace on errands were all old people who served the concubines of Duanjing Emperor back then, and when they saw Yuwen Yuanhao, the little master, they were naturally very kind, and they learned that Yuwen Yuanhao would take Luoqing Sakura into the palace today, and they also cleaned up this Fengyi Palace early, and replaced the festive red lanterns at the entrance of the corridor, adding a bit of joy to the Fengyi Palace, which was silent on weekdays.

Yuwen Yuanhao saw a group of palace people, and led Luo Qingying into the main hall where Duanjing Emperor Guifei lived before her death.

As soon as you enter the hall, you will see that there are several pots of newly cultivated golden chrysanthemums in the flower room, the whole room is diffused with a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums, the light veil in the room is as ethereal as thin smoke, the soft couch of yellow rosewood is covered with a thick velvet blanket, and on the small square table of rosewood, there is a pot of marigolds in bloom.

On the dressing table, there are some things used by Emperor Duanjing back then, chrysanthemum powder used to nourish hair, exquisite fat for dressing the face, and some favorite hairpins of Emperor Duanjing......

Looking at the chrysanthemums carved on the dresser, looking at the proud chrysanthemums blooming in the room, and thinking about the various chrysanthemums in the flower garden outside the hall, Luo Qingying also guessed that this Duanjing Imperial Concubine was ...... I must be in love with chrysanthemums.

Chrysanthemum has always had a noble character of being identical, proud and unyielding, and indisputable with the world.

In the side hall, Luo Qingying finally saw the true face of this Duanjing Imperial Concubine, although it was only a portrait, it was enough to make people amazing.

The eyebrows are bent and fly into the bun, the eyes are as dazzling and shining as two black pearls, the nose is small and straight, the skin is as white as jade with two faint peach blossoms, and the pale pink cherry lips are like a layer of creamy luster.