Your majesty is a little sweet

Mo Yunan had a handsome appearance, and she was lying obediently beside her at the moment, which made her feel uncomfortable.

how to say?She was a young girl, although her blood was not strong enough, but with a gentle and beautiful woman like Mo Yunan lying beside her, she would inevitably get flustered.

Mo Yunan saw that Zhou Jun was stiff, so he took the initiative to talk to her, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Jun asked back, "What are you afraid of?"

Mo Yunan replied to Zhou Jun, "My father said that the palace is dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will die in Huangquan. My father also said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, and if you are not careful, you will be punished by the nine clans."

Zhou Jun was speechless.

What kind of father is this, he only scares his daughter, is he his own?

Zhou Jun shook his head and said to Mo Yunan: "I'm not afraid, as long as you are careful, nothing will happen."

"I'm not afraid either." Mo Yunan blinked her big eyes and whispered to Zhou Jun, "I'm prepared."

Mo Yunan's weak voice, coupled with her delicate and pitiful expression, successfully aroused Zhou Jun's desire to protect.

Although he couldn't say it, Zhou Jun clamored in his heart: Don't worry, sister, my sister will definitely cover you in the future, if anyone dares to bully you, my sister will kill her without anyone noticing.

Zhou Jun asked Mo Yunan, "What have you prepared?"

Mo Yunan stretched out his hand and secretly stuffed something into Zhou Jun's bedding.

Zhou Jun picked it up carefully, and his hand touched a cold object, which was shaped like a dagger.

Zhou Jun lifted the quilt and took a peek. The thing Mo Yunan handed over was indeed a dagger.

Zhou Jun gasped.

He dared to bring weapons into the palace. If this was discovered, he would be dealt with as an assassin. Mo Yunan didn't want to live, did he?

Mo Yunan said to Zhou Jun: "Anyone who dares to bully me, I will stab her to death, one hundred times, and let her die without a whole body."

This is too brutal.

Zhou Jun's heart was no longer bored, and her desire to protect was instantly extinguished. Now she only begged Mo Yunan to spare his life, and not to stab her to death someday.

Zhou Jun didn't dare to return the dagger to Mo Yunan, "This is too dangerous. If someone finds out that he will be beheaded, I'll keep it for you first."

Mo Yunan glanced at Zhou Jun indifferently, "It's okay, my father prepared several daggers for me, if you take this one, I still have several."

Zhou Jun, "..."

With such a good father, why not be beheaded.

Chapter 16

What is more tragic than being a court lady?Of course, it is to become the last rough envoy among the court ladies.

Zhou Jun is such a miserable court lady.

Every day before dawn, Zhou Jun has to do bed work, clean the palace, chop firewood and boil water.

The palace is so big, there is endless cleaning of the palace, endless chopping of firewood, and endless burning of water. Zhou Jun is so tired that he can't straighten up every day.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, let alone the emperor, Zhou Jun has never even seen a serious master.

Like Zhou Jun, Mo Yunan was also the last of the rough envoy maids.

However, Mo Yunan has a better mentality. He never complained about being tired from work, and even comforted Zhou Jun when he found time, "It's okay, don't worry, this situation is only temporary now, and there is always a process in everything. There is no way to reach the sky in one step."

With Mo Yunan beside her to encourage her, Zhou Jun's mentality also improved a lot.

If you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't make rivers and seas. If she wants to complete the task, she must plan well and walk to the emperor's side step by step.

One day while cleaning, Zhou Jun inquired about the location of Chunxi Palace with a maid who entered the palace first.

The maid gave Zhou Jun a strange look, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Jun made up a random reason, "I have a fellow countryman who entered the palace earlier than me. I heard that she is on duty in the Chunxi Palace. I haven't seen her for a few years. I want to see her."

The maid answered Zhou Jun, "You heard me wrong, Chunxi Palace is a cold palace, and all the concubines who have committed serious crimes are imprisoned in it, and there are no maids on duty there."

Zhou Jun hurriedly responded, "That may be because I got it wrong."

Zhou Jun didn't expect that the Chunxi Palace was a cold palace, but this is normal, and such things as passing news must be found in a remote and secret place.

Looking at the entire palace, Lenggong is indeed the most remote and secret place.

In the next few days, Zhou Jun made side-by-side inquiries and asked several court ladies and eunuchs before confirming the location of Chunxi Palace.

At night, Zhou Jun finally returned to the maid's quarters with his sore body after a day of hard work.

After taking a bath, Zhou Jun climbed onto the bunk, sat on the quilt, and began to draw the map of the palace in his mind.

With her aunts watching during the day, she couldn't leave easily. If she wanted to go to Chunxi Hall, she could only go there in the middle of the night.

Mo Yunan came back later than Zhou Jun. She not only had to do the work assigned by her aunts during the day, but she also had to wait for her aunts to bathe and comb their hair when the work was done. Sometimes it was already midnight when she finished her work.

After Mo Yunan entered the room, she was not in a hurry to change clothes and go to sleep. She called Zhou Jun softly and signaled Zhou Jun to follow her to the yard.

Zhou Jun put on some clothes and got off the kang lightly.

It was cold at night, the wind blowing on his face was cool.

Sitting on the steps, Mo Yunan took out a small package from his arms.

The things were tightly wrapped in handkerchiefs, and it was impossible to tell what they were. Zhou Jun moved forward and smelled a sweet smell.

Zhou Jun asked Mo Yunan, "Is it a pastry?"