After Yan Jingsong was taken into the palace by the empress dowager, it was difficult to think of the palace, but as soon as he got the chance to go out of the palace, Yan Jingsong would always visit xueyin.


    Xue Yin''s body has always been not very good. She has lived outside the palace all these years, and no one has taken care of her. Xue Yin''s body is not as good as before. Yan Jingsong seldom came out of the palace to see her several times, and she coughed all the time. When talking with Yan Jingsong, she didn''t have enough strength. Every time when Yan Jingsong was talking excitedly, there was no movement in xueyin.


    Yan Jingsong looked at her, but saw her mother''s mouth was hanging a smile, but her eyes were a little misty, I don''t know where to focus.


    Every time at this time, Yan Jingsong needed to frown and call her mother, so that xueyin would come back to life.


    When he continued to speak, xueyin would always intentionally or unintentionally ask Yan Jingsong about the affairs of the emperor of China. Yan Jingsong had no good feelings for his uncle, so every time he just prevaricated, but xueyin seemed to be still happy about it. Yin Jingsong didn''t understand, but he didn''t ask much.


    Yan Jingsong didn''t know why, and her thoughts would float away from time to time. Every time she thought of her mother, she would feel a sense of sadness. She always felt that her mother had something to hide from her, but if she refused to say what it was, she really didn''t have to ask.


    The back mountain of the Pixing palace is still bright and starry.


    The moon has risen very high, the brilliance scattered in every corner of the mountain, hazy, but with a soft sense of beauty.


    Once in a while, a few floating clouds glide by and gather some of the radiance of the moon. When Princess Anyang pulls her hands, the strings vibrate slightly, and then a few strings come out again. The final sound trembles slightly, as if a woman is crying in a low voice.


    Yan Jingsong was so excited that he immediately came back to himself, but he just ran into Princess Anyang''s smiling eyes.


    At the beginning of the night, several little girls who had been waiting at the door of the Beatles hall had come up to light some candles for Yan Jingsong and Princess Anyang. At that time, the flame of the candles was very bright, and the tassels on Princess Anyang''s bun swayed a little, which made Yan Jingsong unable to open his eyes.


    But now, it was already late at night. According to the rules, it was time for the palace people to rest. Because Yan Jingsong had not given any orders before, there was no girl waiting on him now. The candle has been burning for most of the night, but no one has cut the light. The candle is naturally much darker than before. Fortunately, the candle in the palace is longer. After burning for most of the night, there is still half of it left. Although the candle is not very bright, it can still distinguish things by moonlight.


    It was under the dim candlelight that Princess Anyang looked at Yan Jingsong and said: "I don''t know what the princess and sister were thinking before. She was in a daze for a long time, but she didn''t pay attention to her sister all the time."


    Yan Jingsong glanced at her faintly and knew that she wanted to say something to herself, but she didn''t want to go around in circles. She opened the door and said, "sister Anyang just played me a piece of Mu Shang sang, and told me that it was Liu Yiyi''s famous song. What''s the meaning?"


    Hearing what Yan Jingsong said, Princess Anyang closed her mouth and said with a smile, "it''s nothing. It''s just that she happened to play a song of Mo shangsang. Well, it happened to be that this song was Liu Yiyi''s famous song, that''s all."


    With that, Princess Anyang narrowed her eyes, approached Yan Jingsong a little bit, and said leisurely, "Liu Yiyi, do you know the princess sister?"


    Yan Jingsong was slightly stunned, and reached for a cup on the table. Unconsciously, his strength gradually increased: "I know, I know, how can I not know."


    Yan Jingsong turned his head and said with a dry smile to Princess Anyang, "I know Liu Yiyi, the first flower of the imperial capital."


    Anyang princess is slightly shook her head, gently played a few strings, said with a smile: "princess sister should understand, I asked is not the meaning."


    Yan Jingsong''s eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth pulled up a radian coldly. Liu Yiyi? How could Liu Yiyi not know the woman she used to hate the most.


    Yan Jingsong developed a habit many years ago, that is, listening to Xi''er talk about Leng Shaoyuan every day. Xi Er set up an eyeliner in the cold house, so there will be more or less news of cold little yuan.


    When Yan Jingsong first heard the name of Liu Yiyi, it was not the name of the first Huakui in the imperial capital, but because she was related to Leng Shaoyuan.


    Yan Jingsong didn''t like to drink much, but he liked tea very much, especially flower tea, such as jasmine tea and rose tea. She took people to pick the dried flowers in the back garden herself. Although she was a princess and loved by the empress dowager, Yan Jingsong knew that it was disgraceful to secretly pick the flowers in the back garden for her own benefit thing.


    So in order to make himself feel better, Yan Jingsong secretly went to the back garden before dawn at that time. At that time, it was dark, and most of the palace people had not got up, so no one would find her.


    So at this time, most of the flowers picked by Yan Jingsong were still hung with dew, and Yan Jingsong was also very careful when picking, for fear that the petals would be damaged if he didn''t pay attention. In this way, the shape of the flowers would not look good after they were made into dry flowers and soaked in water, so it was a waste.After picking the flowers back, Yan Jingsong would choose a good day and bring some maidservants to take the flowers out to bask in the sun. If the sun was enough, the flowers would bask in two or three days.


    Put the dried flowers together with the fresh tea after the rain. Apart from taking out part of them to honor the empress dowager, the rest belongs to Yin Jingsong.


    The Empress Dowager probably also liked this kind of flower tea very much. When Yan Jingsong gave her hand-made flower tea to the empress dowager, the Empress Dowager always looked like she couldn''t put it down. She reached out to touch Yan Jingsong''s head and said with a smile, "Jingsong is so filial that she took the pains to make this flower tea herself and give it to the sad family."


    At this time, Yan Jingsong would smile and say to the empress dowager, "the emperor''s grandmother is very kind to Jingsong. Jingsong just made some flower tea by herself. It''s nothing to be careful."


    Of course, in order to flatter the empress dowager, Yan Jingsong had to say in his heart: grandmother, this is just by the way, I actually want to make the flower tea for myself.


    Because the flower tea was not easy to come by, Yan Jingsong would drink it carefully in the future. Taking a sip of flower tea, the tea was slightly bitter with the sweet smell of dried flowers, which filled her mouth, making people feel refreshed. Yan Jingsong felt that it was a very enjoyable thing for her to take a few sips of flower tea.


    The most enjoyable thing is to listen to the news of Leng Shaoyuan while drinking flower tea.