Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 745: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Song Yuesheng recuperated for four days before the wound on his neck showed signs of improvement.

She thought it was a trivial matter, but Zhiqi, Zhenshu and Eunuch Wu advised her every day not to step out of Canwu Palace again, and they even took turns to keep watch outside her bedroom.

Song Yuesheng had to persuade them with all their might before they felt at ease and gave up the idea of ​​standing guard outside the door.

In early December, the first snow fell in Huangjing.

The events of the previous dynasty were like a gust of wind, blowing into the ears of the people in the harem from time to time.

First, the Minister of Rites stepped down due to corruption, then the Minister of Punishment was found to be suspected of collaborating with the enemy, and then the proofreader accidentally knocked over a candle, which almost led to a tragedy...

These people seem to have nothing in common, but in fact it is a contest between Wen Yu and the Queen Mother.

Eunuch Wu used to frequently visit various palaces of the previous dynasty.

These are the inside stories I learned from him.

The previous dynasty was in dire straits.

Unfortunately, the current task value is only 2%.

Song Yuesheng sat under the porch, his eyes fixed on the flying snowflakes.

If you want to significantly increase the mission value, you can only find an opportunity for He Yingxue to become a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country.

But there are two possibilities for the "evil concubine".

1. Wen Yu is still the emperor.

Second, one of the male protagonists kicks him out and the other becomes the new king.

Based on the known information, it is impossible to rule out whether any of them has another identity.

and so……

The most important thing is to change the status quo.

It doesn’t matter whether you leave Canwu Palace or not. What’s important is to lure Wen Yu here.

It would be much less dangerous for him to take the initiative to find her than for her to find him away from the eyes and ears.

Song Yuesheng thought for a moment.

Then she walked into the courtyard and looked around the environment and houses of Canwu Palace.

"despair."

There was a slight rustle in the snow.

When Wen Yu climbed over the wall and entered, he saw her thin figure standing in the yard.

There was snowflakes scattered in his black hair, and a corner of his old clothes was lifted up by the cold wind, revealing no cotton wool at all.

"Didn't Concubine Xuan give you a lot of gifts?" He frowned and pulled off his fox fur coat. "Why are you still dressed like this?"

Song Yuesheng took a step back to avoid his action.

"It's rare for her to risk sending some quilts and supplements, as she is a favored imperial concubine." She turned and walked towards the corridor, the snow crunching under her feet. "I heard that Wen Yu gave the task of providing relief to the victims of the post-snowstorm frost disaster to Prince Yi. Why are you here instead of going to provide disaster relief?"

"I've already said it..." Wen Yu subconsciously argued, but suddenly sighed, "Whatever, it's just a name, call me whatever you want."

Song Yuesheng pushed open the door, and the cold wind blew the snow into the house.

"Come in." She stepped aside to make way, her voice lighter than the wind and snow, "If you get sick, I can't take care of you."

Wen Yu followed in.

The house was colder than expected.

Wen Yu stroked the cold teacup with his fingertips: "Why not light a charcoal fire?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled, "Since the time of Emperor Zhaoxi, the Imperial Noble Consort Zhuang Hui, Canwu Palace has been a place where palace maids, eunuchs, and concubines were placed at will, leaving them to fend for themselves."

"No matter how clean it is, it won't change this place..." She looked out the window at the falling snow, "It's a tomb of the living dead."

Wen Yu was stunned.

"I……"

His Adam's apple rolled and he was speechless for the first time.

"Feel sorry."

She was neither sad nor noisy, and her life was no different from others, which made him ignore the fact that Canwu Palace was actually a cold palace.

He originally thought that even if he didn't like her, his royal brother would remember that the Song army was guarding the northern border and would not deduct her basic salary.

I didn't expect that my brother would be so cruel to her.

"Ah Heng..." His voice was hoarse.

Song Yuesheng immediately raised his hand, interrupting him before he finished speaking, with a sly look in his eyes: "Since you feel guilty..."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, "Why don't you do me a favor? Buy me a set of red and green clothes outside the palace and send it to me tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Wen Yu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly laughed softly, "Ah Heng."

He leaned over the table, his shadow looming over her.

"You deliberately."

There was indulgence in his tone.

"Of course I won't let Prince Yi run in vain."

Song Yuesheng took the brocade box from the bedside, then placed it on the table and opened it.

The moment the lid of the box popped open, an old mountain ginseng with its roots spread out appeared.

"Look at this quality, it is definitely worth six hundred taels of silver."

Wen Yu looked at it for a while and said, "Noble Concubine Xuan gave you the ginseng that my brother gave her, and you gave it to me?"

Song Yuesheng nodded: "Although it doesn't look good, the things you send out belong to the other party, and the other party has the right to deal with that thing."

The snow outside the window hit the window paper, making the house even quieter.

"Although my brother is very tolerant of me..." Wen Yu suddenly chuckled and knocked his knuckles on the table, "But bringing items into the palace privately--"

He leaned closer, staring at her. "But it will cost you your head."

The corners of Song Yuesheng's mouth twitched.

You even dare to covet the deposed queen, and yet you are pretending to be serious here?

She suppressed her sarcasm and curved her eyebrows in a well-behaved arc: "So what do you want?"

Wen Yu's eyes moved slightly.

"I heard that the eldest daughter of the Song family is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting." The corners of his lips curled up with a meaningful smile, "Wait for me to get the clothes you want, and then play "Autumn Water Ode" for me, okay?"

Qiu Shui...

Waiting a long time.

It seemed that he didn't listen to a word she said last time.

"How can we trust all rumors?" Song Yuesheng fiddled with the copper lock on the brocade box nonchalantly. "I can't play the zither. If you think the ginseng is not sincere enough, I will give you a painting after the snow stops."

Wen Yu suddenly reached out and pressed the brocade box, his fingertips almost touching the back of her hand.

"If you are worried about attracting the attention of the imperial guards..." He lowered his voice and said with a hint of coaxing, "Ah Heng, I will play the zither and you can dance with me, how about that?"

"I can't dance or music either."

Wen Yu suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Is this how you answer when my brother asks you?"

"Yes." Song Yuesheng looked at him straight in the eyes and spoke each word with emphasis, "I wouldn't even put a knife to my neck."

Wen Yu turned and left.

Song Yuesheng sighed helplessly.

The original owner's memory is like a book that she can read at any time.

She checked over and over again. Not to mention that she had never seen Wen Yu, before marrying into the Sixth Prince's Mansion, the number of times the original owner had left the mansion could be counted on one hand.

They all accompanied their mother to the banquet, had a meal and chatted with other children for a while before returning home.

It would be better to find Shen Qihe at night and ask him how to treat hysteria.

What she lacks right now is a reliable ally.

Not emotion.

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to close the brocade box, a bony hand suddenly pressed on the lid.

Wen Yu went away and came back, with unmelted snow still on the ends of her hair.

He exerted force with his fingertips and pulled the brocade box towards himself.

"Ah Heng." He stared at her, with an almost paranoid vortex in his eyes, "You are not allowed to lie to me. You promised to give me a painting."

"I won't lie to you." Song Yuesheng let go of his hand and let him take the brocade box away. "But you have to wait until the snow stops and melts before you come."

Wen Yu suddenly smiled: "Okay."

When he turned around, his cloak flew up, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

Song Yuesheng looked at Wen Yu's back as he disappeared into the snow.

Just now... he actually had some of the appearance and temperament of Wen Yu as described in the plot.

The Sparrow Spirit's plan of "changing dynasties" is not impossible.

But there are some things...that still need to be proven...

at the same time.

He Yingxue lifted her skirt and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The crunching sound made her laugh out loud.

"My Lady! Slow down!"

Han Su chased after him, holding the fox fur coat in his arms, panting, "It's snowing so heavily now, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Hanzhi followed behind, holding an umbrella.

"My queen, you have been claiming to be ill and have not seen the queen mother. What if someone finds you playing in the snow here..."

He Yingxue suddenly squatted down, scooped up a ball of snow with both hands, and deftly formed it into a ball.

“Isn’t this just in time?” She blinked, a sly light flashing in her eyes. “I was getting better, but then I got caught a cold after being caught in the snow.”

She would never go to see that old witch, the Queen Mother.

Who knows what kind of poison she will be given next time?

If you can't beat me in a competition of cunning, you might as well not go.

He Yingxue threw the snowball up and caught it again, "Remember to ask Imperial Doctor Li to come, and don't ask Shen Qihe to come."

Although he is handsome, he is better at hiding his emotions than in the original.

She was a little scared.