After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

Under the layers of moon-white veils, the woman was dressed in a lotus-colored gauze skirt, and her graceful figure was looming in the mist. Her eyes were half-closed, and the light in her eyes fell faintly on a certain void, as if through the The dots of light are looking at something, and it seems that they are just unconsciously distracted.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to write on the letterhead?" The maid standing beside her lowered her head and grinded it. A small piece of rice paper with a color like snow was spread on her hand, and it was pressed with a bluestone paperweight. Jiao, as if trying to break free, but was trapped in one side.

"..." The woman leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch, her long fingerprints were exquisitely decorated, and the embellished red agate gemstones were shining, her fingertips hooked a small pale pink flower, her voice was soft and lazy, Like pressing on a piece of solid ice that will not melt for a thousand years, the little maid shivered suddenly.

"What is there to write?"

Her rhetorical question was swallowed by the wind, and the ending was a little scattered. At first glance, it sounded like a cold statement rather than a question.

This little girl was newly sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. She has been serving her for less than half a month.

time is too short.

"Write some auspicious words?" The little maid tilted her head. She was about [-] or [-] years old, a daughter sent in by a poor family, with almond eyes and peach cheeks. She is fresh and lovely, with a vigorous vigor on her body, like a flower born in the sun.

Welcome to the sun...

Forget it.

A bright wrist with a gold, emerald and jade bracelet was slowly lifted up, and the little maid filled the dragon beard brush with ink quickly, and handed it forward with her hands folded respectfully.

The back of the hand was beautiful and delicate, like a finely crafted work of art, and the finger caps without finger guards were dyed with bright red Koudan, making her complexion pale as snow.

so white.

The little maid immediately thought: whiter than the snow in Jiangzhou.

Concubine Ling pinched the body of the purple wood pen, feeling a sense of absurdity in her heart.

In previous years, she would send someone to release this light-yellow butterfly paper kite, and those auspicious words would naturally be written and submitted. When she heard this question in a trance, she seemed to be dragged into a pool of water by someone choking her throat. , the nasal cavity and alveoli were filled with cold and heavy liquid, some sharp thorns climbed up her limbs along the nerve endings, she clenched her palms violently, the purple wood dragon beard brush was almost pinched into the flesh inside.

At that moment, it was difficult for her to notice how much time had passed, maybe it was a few breaths, maybe it was just half a cup of tea cold.

The beauty on the imperial concubine's couch looked over coldly, her eyes were beautiful but lifeless, as if a once lush and beautiful garden had been dilapidated and desolate after being ravaged by wind and rain.The hand holding the pen suddenly loosened slowly, and that action made the little maid feel as if she was relieved.

"Listen to your accent, Jiangzhou people?"

The little maid smiled flattered: "If you go back to your mother, the servant is from Jiangzhou. Your mother is really good at hearing." She seemed to think that the rumored imperial concubine was not so arrogant and domineering, or she was born to like to be close People, the little maid smiles with crooked eyes, very cute. "Have you ever been to Jiangzhou?"

Jiangzhou.

The noble concubine closed her eyes for a short while, and suddenly felt that all this was becoming more and more boring. She threw the pen back on the pen stand, and the dripping ink drew a long streak on the rice paper, like a ferocious streak. scar.

"No." She still half-closed her eyes, looking lazy.

The little maid nodded, and put a clean rice paper on it, with a smile on her lips: "Madam, Jiangzhou is not as good as Yaojing City. Everything here is good."

"Really?" She replied coldly, feeling a sense of upset from nowhere, causing the imperial concubine to press the center of her brows with one finger, breathe a little harder, and then lower her eyelashes.

The little maid was very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing that she was not looking well, she even lowered her voice: "Your Majesty, are you tired? Why don't I press the Qingming acupoint for you?"

She waved her hand with the back of her hand outward, silently refusing.After a while, Concubine Ling looked at the ball of snow-white rice paper, calmed down, and said, "I won't write any auspicious words, I will tie up this paper in a while."

The little maid agreed, and she heard a trace of impatience in the imperial concubine's tone, and completed a series of steps extremely quickly.

The goose-yellow paper kite flew into the sky in the hands of the palace man pulling the thread, causing the imperial concubine's eyes to be empty. She stared blankly for a while, and then turned her gaze to the little maid who bowed her head quietly, "Can you sing Jiangzhou's little song?"

The little maid was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "Yes, I know a little bit...but the servant girl can't sing well, I'm afraid the servant girl will pollute the mother's ears..."

"It doesn't matter." The imperial concubine Ling leaned back with her forehead half-supported, and the bracelet slipped off her wrist bone with her movements. The little maid caught a glimpse of a distorted red scar on her wrist, and immediately opened her eyes wide in fright.

She had seen scars like that.

It was dark red and terrifying, like a sinister and vicious snake, spitting out cold snake letters and entangled on the wrist.

Concubine Ling saw that she was not moving, and did not raise her eyes, "What's the matter?"

The little maid settled down, and slowly began to sing, the charming girl's voice was like water and songs.

"January [-]st, new snow. The dragon raises its head, the beginning of the lunar month."

"March [-]rd, Xuanyuan is born. April [-]th, Qingming rain."

"Oh, who is she waiting for? Oh, why hasn't she waited for May [-]th?"

"On June [-]th, give a book from heaven. On July [-]th, worship Qixi Festival."

"On August [-]th, avoid consecration. On September [-]th, step on the ninth day."

"Oh, who is she waiting for? Oh, why did she wait until October [-]th?"

"The winter moon rises, and the frost falls. Jiaping moon, the old man returns."

"Oh, who is she waiting for? Oh, it turns out that she didn't wait to come back."

Jiangzhou's tune was soft and soft, and the last voice of the little maid was melodious and melodious, "Oh, so she didn't wait to come back..."

"So she didn't come back."

After the colorful butterfly paper kites were disconnected, they flew to the vast distance. Song Yunyan just finished writing the note, and put down the sleeves she was holding lightly. Seeing Song Tangtang staring at one of the goose yellow paper kites in a daze, she couldn't help poking her. He poked her round soft cheek, "Why did you buy so many butterfly kites?"

"big sister."

Song Tangtang suddenly pointed to the high-flying light-yellow paper kite, and said in a muffled voice, "It's lonely. Mother said that the paper kite was sent to the sky for Empress Min De. The Empress is a good person, so I can't bear it."

Song Yunyan was slightly taken aback, but she didn't expect her to answer like this.

That's right, my younger sister has been a warm and kind-hearted person since she was a child, and she can always keep firmly in her heart the things that others mentioned.

Song Yunyan smiled slightly, a little windy, she stood in the wind, her eyes cut water, warm and moist like a piece of flawless white jade.

"Ah."

Concubine Ling didn't say continue or stop after listening to the song, and the little maid didn't dare to say anything, and stood quietly aside.

Until there was a rustling sound in front of the curtain, the noble concubine frowned slightly in annoyance, and her voice was a little dry: "What's going on in front?"

An older court lady walked quickly through the curtain and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, someone has released a lot of butterflies and paper kites."

The imperial concubine's brows deepened when she heard the words, Minglu Park has an unspoken rule, every year who come here to fly a kite, very few will choose the butterfly kite.In the early years when the noble concubine Ling came to release it in person, the entire Minglu Park was empty and silent like a wasteland, and she gradually lost such interest, so this rule is mostly kept in the elderly population, and many children do not know it .

"You." Concubine Ling casually pointed to the little maid standing in the corner, "What's your name?"

The little maid replied: "The servant girl ranks seventh in the family, and only the humble name Xiaoqi."

Concubine Ling was silent for a moment, and then said: "In the past, there was no serious name in the palace. She is Shuqing, so you can call it Huayi."

The little maid got a new name, and she didn't have time to kneel down and thank her, so the imperial concubine turned her eyes indifferently, "Go and see, which one is releasing butterflies and paper kites."

The little maid's footsteps were windy, Shu Qing had just made tea for Concubine Ling, when Hua Yi came back with something in her hand.

"how?"

The imperial concubine's finger guard lightly brushed a hair on the sideburns, several strings of tassels bumped into each other, she raised her eyes expressionlessly, her face was quiet and distant.

Huayi took a small step forward, spread her hands flat and raised her hands high, "Returning to the mother's words, this servant has inquired clearly, the one who put the butterfly and paper kite is the Second Miss of the Song family."

Second Miss Song?

Song Yunyan's crooked younger sister?

She seemed to snort lightly, bit her lower lip, and followed what Miss Song Er said just now.

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion, causing the imperial concubine to nod her head slightly, but she remained silent for a long while.Huayi swallowed her mouth dryly, and raised her hands higher, "Your Majesty, this is a thank you gift from Second Miss Song to Your Majesty."

"..." The imperial concubine was a little astonished, she motioned for Shu Qing to show her, but she didn't expect it to be a bright purple pansy hairpin carved out of amethyst.

The knife workmanship is crude, and the lines are also twisted and crooked, but the flower core is carved to the eye, and it looks a bit like it.

"Butterflies." Ling Guifei gave a low laugh, the smile was so vague that it was almost inaudible mixed with the wind.Huayi looked at it tremblingly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "What kind of person is it?"

"Going back to your mother, Second Miss Song has a pair of small dimples when she smiles." Huayi bowed, thinking of Second Miss Song's appearance, even if she saw Imperial Concubine Ling every day, it was hard not to be amazed by the girl's face.She thought about it, and added with some hesitation: "It doesn't look quite the same as Miss Song."

Shuqing folded his hands in front of his belly, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, do you want to come up here?"

The imperial concubine Ling looked down at the butterfly flower, she didn't know what she thought of, her eyes overflowed with sadness, she smiled, her voice was muffled in her throat, it sounded like she was laughing at herself.

"I actually forgot that she was such a person who was afraid of being alone." Concubine Ling raised her hands to cover her eyes, her thin lips moved slightly, "In the past, her bedroom was the most lively, and she never stopped for a moment. Time is too long I've grown up, and I'm getting old too. I can't remember many things clearly."

Huayi was terrified when she heard that, lowered her head even lower, not daring to answer the words casually.Shuqing took a step forward, covering the light outside the curtain for Concubine Ling.

"The empress has never forgotten the empress empress."

"Really?" She asked back in a daze, holding the corner of her mouth, with a bitter and sarcastic arc, "Shuqing, my memory is getting worse and worse. How old is this?"

"Go back to your mother, it has been 18 years since Empress Minde passed away."

Concubine Ling frowned, and her thick eyelashes drooped downwards. After a long time, she let out a sigh, with a hint of a sigh.

"No, you remember wrongly."

Shu Qing was silent for a while before nodding: "Your Majesty is right, it's the servant who remembered it wrong."

"That child is kind-hearted." The smile in the imperial concubine's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the deep sadness overflowed again.Shuqing thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you want to invite Second Miss over here?"

"That's all." She seemed to be extremely tired, closed her eyes and shook her head, "Tell them not to disturb Miss Song's interest. I am tired, so let's go back."

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