Chapter 1445 - If You Want to Play, This Palace Will Play You to Death (3)

Xiao Que'er listened to her master's words, and looked at her seriously, and she actually believed it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief on her face.

Jiang Shuning got up with a smile and said to her, "I'm hungry, what's for breakfast?" ”

When Xiao Qi'er heard her master mention breakfast, she knew that she was hungry, so she hurriedly stepped forward to serve her to wash, and replied while moving: "It's still the same, it's all what you like to eat, master." ”

Hearing Xiao Qi'er's answer, Jiang Shuning didn't say anything more.

She took off her bright yellow shirt, took the little bird's cloth handkerchief and wiped her face, and sat down in front of the bronze mirror to comb her hair.

From this moment on, Jiang Shuning rarely spoke again, but looking at the look on her face, there was no way to find her emotions leaking.

Jiang Shuning is wearing today, wearing a large peony emerald green palace dress, wearing pearls and jasper, such colors and collocations show her grace and luxury, and the beauty of flowers and moons.

Xiao Qi'er found that the master's mood was not right, and he went to love Jiang Shuning again after breakfast.

She watched the breakfast that had not moved much being taken down by the palace people, and cautiously glanced at the master who got up.

Jiang Shuning felt that her heart seemed to be unquiet today, she stopped walking towards the soft steps outside the hall, turned to stare at Xiao Que'er and said, "Are you ready for tomorrow's flower viewing meeting?" ”

The sight of the master was covered, and the uneasiness in the eyes of the little finch quickly disappeared.

She said very naturally: "It's all ready, the slave maid is about to ask the master, the epiphany sent by the emperor some time ago, tomorrow will also be in full bloom, will the epiphany also be shown?" ”

Thinking of the pot of epiphany, Jiang Shuning's eyebrows darkened, "It's not a rare treasure, let's find a place to put it casually, that epiphany blooms at night, in fact, it doesn't make much sense." ”

The little finch lowered her eyes and replied respectfully: "Yes." ”

But she vomited in her heart, the pot of epiphany, the master liked it very much at first, and looked forward to blooming every day.

Now that it was finally time for the flowers to bloom, she didn't care about the words, and Xiao Que felt that she seemed to know why the master was unhappy and that her mood was wrong.

Jiang Shuning felt that her mood seemed to be worse, she was not in a stable mood in the past two days, and she always had the idea of escaping the palace.

The idea came very suddenly, and it was very strong.

But she knew that she couldn't, she was the queen of Xiliang Kingdom, the county lord of Wu'an Houfu, and the Jiang family forces were standing behind her.

Once she is gone, Han Yongrui will face a dilemma.

Maybe she really has the day to leave, and on this premise, it is Han Yongrui who cuts the domain.

The biggest threat to the Xiliang Kingdom now is the vassal kings of various places.

Jiang Shuning stood in place, pondered for a while, and continued to move forward.

If you are uncertain, it is a good way to practice calligraphy.

Once when her father and mother were around, what she hated most was reading and writing.

After they left, she fell in love with writing, which at least eased her mood.

But things didn't go well today.

Jiang Shuning just walked to the table, took the pen stained with ink from Xiao Que'er, and asked to see the palace people outside the palace.

Xiao Que called him in, and Jiang Shuning just wrote two words on the fine rice paper.

The palace people who stepped into the palace knelt on the ground, and said in an eager voice: "Queen Mother, the emperor has an accident in Fengluan Palace!" ”

The pen in Jiang Shuning's hand marked a big mark on the rice paper.

She became more and more graceful and feminine, and walked quickly towards the outside of Fengqi Palace.

On the table behind her, there were two words on the paper, Han Rui.