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Except for Duke Qing Xi who dared to speak to her seriously, the other good-looking people he met were all kinds of palace people who thought they were of low status.

Asking one sentence and answering one sentence, the answers are still those honorific words, which are not interesting, so it is better to talk to Daxue.

Or read a book, feed the fish, sit facing the sky, and look up at the moon.

The rumors in the palace have slowly turned in the wind recently. It was probably when Shijun, who came from the wind and dust, did not drink, but it was another scene.

Still swaying and swaying in colorful clothes, half-holding a book in his hand, sometimes he props his forehead and bows his head in front of the pavilion, sometimes stops on the jade steps to look into the distance, and sometimes leans halfway under the leaves of flowers and willows to watch.

That quiet appearance can be called the jade in the boudoir, but it also has a leisurely atmosphere that the shy boudoir never had.

In short, in private, these palace people are more and more fond of passing on the leisure and leisure scenes of Shijun secretly, and the unparalleled appearance of Shijun.

Some people also say so much: "I don't know what kind of books a person called Wang Cai reads all day long?"

"Tai, let's talk about Wang Cai, the king has only seen her once, let's raise her as a grandson at home, and marry whoever he wants someday."

"That's right. Sometimes I watch her read some casual histories, and sometimes I don't know where to find the scripts. What I read are all ugly things."

Seeing the wind and hearing these gossips, Shijun just smiled, and still flipped through the storybook with relish, and found one today.

It probably means that there are more than a thousand in the Nanliang Palace, so she raised her eyes and asked Fu An: "Is there really so many?"

Although one can often see palaces of various colors rushing through the walled gardens every day, the palace is still a cold scene, and it is hard to imagine that there are so many palace people hidden inside.

Fu An nodded and said, "Maybe more."

"Where did they all go?"

"Everywhere in the palace, there are miscellaneous and respectful offices, the treasury, and some workshops."

These palaces and courtyards are distributed in relatively remote places, and Shijun usually walks in places with good scenery, which is naturally rare.

After listening to it, go and take a look, the picture is fresh.

So a piece of Yin'er let go of its claws and ran around. The palace people had already seen the strange thing. Anyway, Shijun was less in charge of people, so he half followed and half followed.

In this way, for several days, the laundry bureau, imperial dining room, pharmaceutical workshop, and even the treasure house also went.

Naturally, places like the treasure house are not allowed to enter, and Shijun is quite sensible, so he just asked whose treasures are stored in this treasury.

"The treasure kept in the palace belongs to the king."

"Is there a difference between the national treasury and the treasure house?"

"Of course, the treasury belongs to the king, and the national treasury belongs to the Nanliang Kingdom, which belongs to the world."

"The treasurer who answered this question is interesting, thank you."

After wandering around for a few days, I entered the garment workshop today, the looms creaked in my ears, the cork wood rattled, and there were thousands of threads in front of my eyes. Threads of various colors merged together when they touched each other.

Originally, the cloth was made like this.

This thing is interesting, after playing with it for a while, the eunuch in charge next to him was sweating, if he made a mistake, a piece of cloth would be ruined, and if he had to rush to work again, he might miss a big deal.

So he winked and asked the little eunuch who was in charge of the loom to go to Jiaoshi County.

The little eunuch's fingers trembled and his teeth chattered: "This piece of cloth is made of the best weaving thread, and it is to make a cloak for the king."

"Oh?" Shijun raised his head and smiled deeper, isn't it just right.

After autumn is early winter, the old man really needs a cloak, and Shijun is even more reluctant to leave the loom. After a while, he looked up at the little eunuch with sweaty forehead: "How to get this?"

With a pair of fingers, he was teaching the bolt weaving, and the threads were shaking so that the threads jumped one by one.

It is said that the eunuchs who work here are not very qualified, and they are indeed much more timid than other young eunuchs.

But the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes: "What's your name?"

"Ji... Jibai."

Thinking that he was going to be punished, his hands were frozen there, his head was lowered even lower, but he was picked up by a woven pole in Shijun, and he laughed: "Jibai?"

"Yes, auspicious auspiciousness, why are ten people, and the hundred people are the hundred."

Shijun threw away the weaving pole at once, and the eunuch in charge was so frightened that he came to protect the half-finished cloth in a panic.

"Zisang in Taiguo Temple, do you remember?"

The little eunuch's eyes lit up and he looked at Shijun who was shining brightly, but then quickly lowered his head: "When I was young, I stopped at Taiguo Temple for a few days, and I remember that there was a long-haired nun named Zisang who lived in the temple. .”

Everyone has heard of the famous work of Shijun, Prince Sang, which is indeed famous.

He is a lowly eunuch, how could he have thought that Nier, who would stick incense with him and pay homage to others, would be a Shijun with a great status above the ministers.

Seeing each other like this, if you take a closer look, there is still a bit of resemblance in the eyebrows and eyes, but you are still afraid of saying the wrong thing, so you only care about sweating.

There was only a sound beside my ear: "This little eunuch can let me do things by my side."

So a little weaving eunuch, Pingbu became Shijun's attendant.

Still sweating, Zisang used to hide even if he stole fruit, but now that he has changed his identity, he will never see the same appearance as when he was a child again.

He, Jibai, was still the same, with a small status and even less courage, he didn't dare to raise his head, but Shijun patted him on the waist: "Walk well."

Straightening up, the back of the head was hit again: "Walk with your neck straight."

The taller and taller person actually got shorter and shorter as he walked. After being taught several times, the little eunuch Ji Bai straightened up slightly and lifted his neck.

For the first time, he felt that Gongliang was much shorter in front of him, and his expression became much clearer.

Shijun——Zi Sang didn't look like the young man he used to be. He was dressed in a flowered dress and walked beside him with a puzzled look on his face: "Why did you enter the palace? Didn't it mean that your uncle wanted to bring him with you?" Do you want to go to Baibi City to do big business?"

Once he saw her dressed like this, he unconsciously raised his neck to answer.

So I ate another one on the back of my head.

"Speak as you speak, bow your head and bend at every turn, I'm so tired."

Then the little eunuch covered his head and straightened his neck and said: "When I entered Baibi City, my uncle sold me to others and sent me here."

He was young at the time, so he didn't know that some businesses were done this way. His uncle weighed the silver in his hand and said that after all, he didn't need to be hungry after entering the palace.

"Go to the root?" Shijun's eyes moved from the face of the little eunuch to the bottom, and he clicked twice: "Fate, fate."

So this post stopped asking about the past, and just said: "From now on, you will stay by my side, so to speak, you have pulled the hook, and it is still a friend that has not changed for a hundred years."

This time the little eunuch knelt down, kowtowed, and before he could say thank you, an embroidered shoe came over and kicked him over: "I'm not used to saying this again."

It was hard to find someone who was so interesting, but I couldn't get over it all the time, so I was angry.

The little eunuch Jibai got up and stood as straight as possible, not to mention taller than other eunuchs, but even taller than Shijun, as long as a bamboo pole.

After being beaten a few times, he spoke more clearly, no longer sweating all the time, and just asked, "What's the matter with Yuanhe?"

Shijun just wanted to take the book from the hand of the attendant next to him. Hearing this, the book was stunned and fell to the ground.

Shijun blinked his originally smiling eyes, and only said, "Change the book."

After that, I didn't dare to mention the word Yuanhe again.

The little eunuch Ji Bai didn't need to go to the garment bureau any more, he followed Shijun every morning and evening, which made all the old men look sideways.

So Eunuch Fu An said: "According to the rules of the palace, there is no such thing. If you call him up, you must give him a title and position, otherwise the palace pays and the records of the harem are not easy to register. "

Shijun thought about it for a while, and was tickling Daxue, when he suddenly came up with an idea: "The breeder is ready. Ask him to help me carry Daxue every day, otherwise I have to feed it myself, which is very troublesome. "

Although Daxue looks like a docile dog on weekdays, in fact, whenever Shijun is not around, he will gnash his teeth and everyone will be afraid.

After the young eunuch Jibai became a breeder, Daxue was often led by him to wander around the palace, and the palace people gave way around, not daring to show his air.

He bought a few catties of good meat from the kitchen and put it on his waist, and the little eunuch Jibai called Daxue to go out to bask in the sun again, so as not to disturb Shijun's reading.

Shijun didn't know what he was looking at these few days, and he didn't even bother to look at the gate of the palace. When asked her, she said that what he was looking at was all romantic.

Ji Bai didn't know many characters, but when he was packing up, he could still read the history of the Nanliang Kingdom in writing.

It's thick and big, and Shijun not only reads it, but also copies it every day, but he always says that what he copied is the jokes and scandals of others.

When we arrived at the lakeside garden, we let go of the heavy snow and ran for a couple of laps. Suddenly, we heard a panic and screaming, and Jibai hurried forward.

Someone must have provoked Daxue, and Daxue let out a low growl from his throat like this.

He ran forward to take a look, and saw several people wielding long swords, pointing at Daxue leaning over to press his paws, and looking at the people in front of the wolf, Jibai also panicked, and quickly knelt down beside Daxue: "Long live my king. "

Duke Qing Xi was in better health, seeing that the wolf was more than half the size of the little eunuch lying on the ground next to him, he stroked his beard and smiled: "This wolf belongs to Zisang."

"Yes, yes, the little one is not well cared for. I must teach him well when I go back, so I don't dare to rush again." Jibai's little forehead knocked on the ground, but don't punish the heavy snow.

In Zisang's eyes, this heavy snow is like her fate.

The person standing next to Qing Xigong also smiled according to Qing Xigong's words: "The wolf is a good wolf. Recently, the rumors in the palace have spread to the outside, saying that Shi Jun is unparalleled in beauty, and I just want to meet him." .”

Qing Xi groaned for a while, and then said to the little eunuch on the ground: "Where is Shijun?"

"In the palace."

"What are you doing?"

"Look... read a book."

"Leading from the front, the widow will take Wei Huhou to meet this unparalleled granddaughter."

So a wolf was in front, and a prince and a prince followed slowly, and went to Fengxian Hall.