The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

The late sentence of coquettishness——

"You are such a rascal, you have no skin and no face, and you are justified in peeking at people taking a bath!"

The sound is very soft and waxy.Mu Surao was puzzled, eunuchs have high-pitched voices, could it be so pleasant.

She told Nanye her doubts.

As an eunuch with 30 years of work experience, Nan Ye gave a very professional opinion: "My lord, according to my servant, this is very likely to be a very motherly eunuch."

The kind of girl to the extreme!

Suddenly, the light in the hall dimmed, and Mu Surao looked through the window lattice, and saw patches of dark clouds rapidly gathering towards the sky.

"The sun was booming just now." Fu Shou was in the corner of the courtyard helping Xiang Jiu put the dried Gong bucket on the cart, wondering.

Xiang Jiu stood there blankly, with a look of dismay on his face, and muttered, "It's cloudy, it's going to rain heavily."

This is a foreshadowing of the tragic fate of my protagonist.

Fushou smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "It's okay, the big deal is that I will accompany you to deliver Gongtong."

Fu Mo'er, who was supporting the wheel of the car, let go of her hands quickly, and found two rainproof oil coats and stuffed them into Xiang Jiu's arms.

Xiangjiu was still immersed in thinking that he couldn't help himself: No way, since ancient times, kings are suspicious by nature, and sooner or later the prince will think of searching the eunuchs, I have to find a way to get out.

What can I do...

"Brother Xiang," the little palace maid who invited her to eat yellow apricots ran over and whispered in her ear, "Sword Bean is picking the lock of your bedside drawer."

There was only one wall between the palace maid and the eunuch's room. When she returned to the room, she heard the sound of jingling from the next door, so she peeked in through a small hole in the window screen.

So he discovered Sword Bean's behavior of stealing chickens and dogs.

"I see your name is pasted on the side of the drawer, so... he must be trying to steal your things..."

In the middle of her words, Fu Mo'er was the first to jump in a hurry, picked up a wooden stick, and hurried to the house.

Xiang Jiu and Fu Shou raised their feet to chase, but the little palace maid grabbed their arms: "Don't say I told you the secret..."

"Don't worry. Thank you." Xiang Jiu said.

The door was locked, and Fu Mo'er couldn't push it open, so she kicked it with her feet, and then ran to the window and tore a big hole in the already torn screen.

"Sword Bean, you little thief!"

Sword Bean had already pried open the drawer and shoved the contents into his sleeves.

Seeing being caught, in desperation, he put on a posture of jumping over the wall in a hurry, thrust his waist and cursed: "Bah, I'm missing something, I'm looking for something."

While talking, Xiang Jiu and Fu Shou came after them. Without even thinking about it, they kicked open the door together and rushed into the room.

The people outside were alarmed by them, they all stopped what they were doing and rushed over to watch the excitement.

Seeing that something happened to him, Jiandou's followers rushed to the house to support Jiandou.

Or how to say "there are many people with great strength", the sword bean, which was shrunk into a ball, immediately seemed to be a different person, with frowning eyes, extremely fierce.

After all, Xiang Jiu had the reason, and said confidently: "What are you doing by prying my drawer!"

"Hey," Sword Bean made a long tune, showing no regrets at all, "There are so many people sleeping in the room, and you just lock the drawer all day long, sneaking around, hiding some shady things. "

Isn't it just three bottles of Jinchuang medicine and a string of Buddhist beads in the style of Xingyue Bodhi.

He thought it was something valuable, and it was his fault to take this risk.

He took out the things, put them on the table, and asked, "Are these few things worth stealing?"

Xiang Jiuxu glanced at the string of Buddhist beads, his heart beating wildly, fearing that others would see the clue, so he quickly looked away.

"The medicine was rewarded by Meng Xiaozhu. The Buddhist beads... are my mother's relics. To me, everything is a treasure, so naturally I must keep it carefully."

She was silent for a while, and took a step closer to Jiandou: "That's all for this time, and next time—"

"Hey, what can you do to me next time!" Sword Bean said bitterly, "Of course the one that Meng Xiaozhu rewarded you is yours, but these Buddhist beads..." The beads are round and well-proportioned, perhaps Worth some money.

He grabbed the Buddhist beads back into his hands...

Xiang Jiu immediately grabbed his wrist: "Put it down."

The sword bean is in pain, but it is still very rebellious: "Don't let it go, I said it is mine, so it is mine."

click.Xiangjiu twisted it backwards, almost breaking Jiandou's wrist bone.

Sword Bean gasped, and shouted to the followers beside him, "Still dumb! Do it!"

The next moment, the servants rushed forward one after another, one by one like wolves rushing to prey.

Fu Mo'er was very courageous, not only did not hide, but also sharpened her head and bumped upwards.Fushou was afraid that something might happen to her, so he opened his arms and came out, hitting the top of Mount Tai, crushing everyone under him.

There was a scream.

Then there was a melee.

Xiangjiu didn't dawdle, continued to twist Sword Bean's arm with one hand, and opened his fingers with the other hand. The moment he got the Buddhist beads, he kicked him in the crotch with [-]% force.

"Oops!" Sword Bean's scream was unprecedentedly high-pitched, and with an extremely pale face, he jumped on the spot with his legs between his legs.

Xiangjiu asked innocently: "Does it hurt? What do you use for pain?"

Sword Bean: "You..."

Turning his face away, he found Fu Aosou standing outside the door with a gloomy expression, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters.

Xiangjiu patted the ashes in his palms, picked up the Fu brothers and sisters and stood up.These two seem to be in a hurry, struggling to continue fighting.

Only after hearing Fu Aosou's false cough, did she stop.

Fu Aichou glanced left and right, pressed the fire and said: "Everyone is missing, so they are just here to join in the fun. Get out of here and go to the front yard!"

forecourt.Jing Xi led a group of eunuchs to stand firmly under the old locust tree.

On the branch, there was a chubby sparrow jumping around, occasionally jumping off a few green leaves and falling on his gauze hat.

Fu Aichou led the crowd around him, and said with an apologetic smile, "You've been waiting for a long time."

Jing Xi murmured softly, "It's okay."

Then he stared at the Xinzheku people standing in front of him: "Are all the eunuchs here?"

Fu Aichou bowed her waist and counted around the dense crowd: "Twenty people are missing, and they were all transferred to work by other divisions, only the seventy people in front of me."

"Come on, let these 70 people come with me."

"Where are you going?" Fu Ai asked one more question.

Jing likes temper and doesn't annoy him, so he patiently said, "Go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Among the crowd, Xiangjiu: "!!?"

The author has something to say: Author: "We are going to meet soon, how about love at first sight~~"

Mu Surao: "Get out!!"

See beauty

Unexpectedly, the judgment of fate came so quickly.

Xiang Jiu lowered her head silently, beads of sweat slid down her browbones and cheeks, pattering on the dusty bluestone bricks.

Fu Aishou stood at the front and led the team forward. The eunuchs were all obedient and followed him in a muffled voice.

Everyone came out of Xinzheku, turned into the long corridor, turned again, and came to Dongtongzi Street. Along the road, many eunuchs came out, from Ruyi Pavilion, Sizhiku, Nanguofang...

Is this a major inspection?

Xiangjiu looked around randomly, trying to find an opportunity to escape, but there were guards all around, so it was impossible to escape.

And Jing Xi has a heart, every time two sticks of incense are placed, the number of people must be counted.

Make Xiangjiu anxious, tsk tsk tsk.

After twists and turns all the way, I finally arrived at the inner right door, which is located in the southeast corner of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, surrounded by three layers of guards inside and three layers outside.

Xiang Jiu looked at the narrow-backed long knives on their waists, and guessed how long it would take them to draw the knives and chop people.

...Just a blink of an eye.

"Let's all wait here." Jing Xi said lightly.

He stepped straight into the door, and there was still a corridor inside the door, and there was a Zunyi Gate in the middle of the road.

From now on, you will enter the boundary of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

When he came out again, he followed behind Nanye.

Nan Ye stopped by the stone lion at the door, looked at the dark crowd of eunuchs, cleared his throat, and said, "Ten and ten come in, and when you see the emperor's heart is bright, kneel down and say hello, put your right knee first and then your left knee Something went wrong, even the gods of Da Luo can't save you."

After saying that, he randomly ordered ten eunuchs to take them away.

Mu Surao was sitting on the porch to enjoy the shade, with tea, fruit and pastries at hand, and a Nuan Rongrong who wanted to steal some food.

Mu Surao tapped the tip of its nose, hugged it to her lap, slightly squinted her eyelids, looked up at the dark sky, the lines from chin to neck were unbelievably graceful.

"It seems to be raining."

Aunt Qiongyu responded: "It is indeed raining, it's not too light, the imperial master should be careful not to catch the wind and catch a cold."

Mu Surao raised her hand, signaling that she needn't make a fuss, at this moment, Nan Ye led someone out from behind the screen wall.

The ten eunuchs lined up one by one, and beat Mu Surao obediently.

Mu Surao leaned down, put his elbows on his knees, and his chin with his palms, condescendingly examining the eunuchs under the steps.

He ordered in a voice as soft as glutinous rice: "'You are such a scoundrel, you have no skin and no face', repeat this sentence to me."

The eunuchs: "!!?"

Who dares to swear in front of the prince, especially the prince himself! !

Are you looking for death? !

The eunuchs imitated the shy girl: "Slaves...don't dare."

"Dare to resist the edict?" Mu Surao snorted coldly, successfully creating a crisis of death for the eunuchs anyway.

Mother Qiongyu took the opportunity and said: "The words of the imperial master are imperial decrees, please hurry up."

"Also, the tone should be motherly." Mu Surao emphasized emphatically.

So, there is the following screen -

One eunuch after another, fighting with each other, their faces were like ashes, but they braced themselves, pinched their orchid fingers, and twisted their waists and swayed their hips at Zhao Wen's empress Mu Surao in a very pretentious manner.

Then the girl chirped coquettishly: "You rascal, you have no skin or face."

The visual shock is close to midnight.

An hour later, Mu Surao expressed that he couldn't take it anymore.Not to mention her, the old lady Qiongyu almost couldn't mention it several times.

Nan Ye asked in a low voice: "My lord, why don't we take a rest?"

For this proposal, Mu Surao was very pleased.

This rest lasted for a long time, and Xiangjiu, who was outside Hou, even saw the pipa player from Nanfu being led in by someone. After a while, a smooth and mellow sound of "Lingling" sounded in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Xiangjiu: "..."

As expected of the Ninth Five-Year Master, his temper is so volatile.One moment he was in a hurry, and the next moment he was leisurely.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't dare to let go, and she was still undaunted in thinking about countermeasures. In the end, her brain hurt a little.

Or... fight!

She reached into her bosom and touched the string of Xingyue Bodhi.These are not her mother's relics at all, nor are they ordinary Buddhist beads, but... vertical and horizontal beads, each of which is filled with gunpowder.

It was given to her by her elder sister for self-defense...

The sky was getting dark and the night was misty. Zhongnanye yawned a long time. When he felt tired, the sound of the pipa stopped.

He waved his whisk, as if to shake off his fatigue, and tried to widen his heavy eyelids.

Recently, Mu Surao has always suspected that he is incompetent as the chief eunuch, if there is any mistake, maybe he will take off his official title.

He came to the inner right door again and said to Jing Xi, "Disciple, let's pass it on."

Xiangjiu's heart suddenly jumped into her throat.

There were not many eunuchs left, and Mu Surao was also somewhat dispirited, so they were announced into Zhongzheng Renhe Hall together.

She was sitting behind the large desk, with exquisite makeup and bright face.In the bright lights, it looks like a peony blooming in the wind, flamboyant and willful.

He was leaning on his hand, casually looking at the nails painted with the juice of impatiens.

Nan Ye waited by her side, pouted her neck and said loudly: "Listen up, step forward one by one, and say to the prince, 'You scoundrel, you have no skin and no face'"

Xiang Jiu felt that these words sounded familiar, and after thinking about it, she found that these words were exactly what she used to scold Mu Su Rao that night.

This woman has a pretty good memory.

A group of eunuchs had already heard some hints from their former companions, and without hesitation, they followed their orders honestly.

Xiang Jiu stood in the last row, watching her turn.

Adhering to the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, she purposely said in a hoarse voice: "You scoundrel, you have no skin or face."

Then he clenched his small fists and waited for King Yama's call.

"Clarify your words." Mu Surao was not someone who could be easily fooled, his sharp eyes passed through the room full of servants, and fell on Xiang Jiu whose face was almost buried in his chest.

The tone is irresistibly majestic.

Ever since, Xiangjiu repeated it again...it was still so unclear.

It is obvious that there are ghosts.

If Mu Surao hasn't noticed the clue, he is a fool.

Nanye was the best at guessing what Mu Surao was thinking, so she gave Jing Xi a wink and ordered him to bring Xiang Jiu up.

Xiangjiu was like an object, with a bang, she was thrown heavily in front of the desk, and the Buddhist beads in her arms hurt her chest.

Without waiting for her to whine, Mu Surao had already walked up to her, and the swaying skirt exuded a rich fragrance, scraping her forehead.

Fushou was also among the eunuchs. He was startled by Xiangjiu, but he was more helpless.

"'You are such a rascal, you have no skin and no face, you are justified in peeking at people taking a bath!'" Mu Surao said sternly, "I have heard you say this word for word."

Xiangjiu pressed her face to the ground: "Slave...don't dare."

dare not?I see how brave you are!

Mu Surao squatted down, squeezed Xiang Jiu's wrist, and pushed her cuff away, revealing the four scratch marks.

Hmph, the evidence is solid.

"Raise your head." Let me see what such a servant who does not know the heights of heaven and earth looks like!

"The servant dare not."

"lift it up!"

A sneer appeared on Mu Surao's lips, and she pinched Xiang Jiu's face with her hand, um, the hand feels quite soft.

She accumulated power in her palm, forcing Xiang Jiu to slowly raise her head.The moment their eyes met, both of them shook...

Mu Surao bounced up like an electric shock, hurriedly grabbed the cloak on her wrist to cover her face, her complexion changed from angry red to frightened white.

Nanye and Jingxi came to support her unstable figure.

She waved them away, staggered and hid in the Buddhist hall of Xinuange.

Nanye and Jingxi stared at each other, and then looked at Xiangjiu who was lying on the ground. He looked...not scary.

The author has something to say: National Day is on, no cuties come to play with me, please collect it~~

It turned out to be an old friend

At night, the rain that lasted for half a day stopped, but Mu Surao couldn't sleep peacefully, tossing and turning on the big huanghuali wood bed.

The dim candlelight passed through the light curtain, making her face hazy.

"Qiongyu, where's the little eunuch?"

It was Qiongyu's turn to be on duty tonight. She approached Mu Surao and was silent for a while before she remembered who Mu Surao asked: "My lord, you didn't say anything. Eunuch Nanye dare not dispose of her without authorization. He is still kneeling in the Zhongzheng Renhe Hall."

Kneeling?

Mu Surao frowned: "Send him back quickly."

Aunt Qiongyu and Monk Zhang Er were puzzled and agreed.

When he turned around and was about to leave, Mu Surao stopped him: "Bring me the painting."

Nanny Qiongyu gave a hum, and skillfully entered the Xinuang Pavilion through the hall door. When she came back, she held a painting scroll about three feet long, lifted the bed curtain, and handed it firmly to Mu Surao.

Mu Surao untied the tether and slowly unfolded the painting.

She stared at the person in the painting without blinking her eyes, dazed, a little lost in thought, and stroked the eyebrows, eyes, lips, and pinnae of the person in the painting with her fingertips again and again...

"...Rong Luo." She murmured dreamily.

Like, so much like, that little eunuch clearly has a face exactly like hers.

The first time I saw Rong Luo was in the winter five years ago.

She got rid of the guards and accompanying ministers who accompanied her on a private visit, and went all the way north by herself to Beiyuan.

She remembered very clearly that it was the tenth day of October, and it was snowing in Beiyuan.She has never seen such a heavy snow in her life, like fluff and cotton, covering the sky and covering the ground.

The world is a shocking white.

Frozen, she led the frozen horse Lifeng forward in the heavy snow, hoping to find a shelter from the wind, no, even a big tree.

Unknowingly, walking up the Wumi River, Li Feng's horse's hooves slipped on the smooth ice, the horse's body tilted, and fell heavily.

She hugged its neck, blushing, desperately trying to help it stand up, otherwise she and it will die here.

But no matter how hard you try, it's futile.She was so anxious that she cried, scolding Li Feng was useless, she squatted on the ground angrily, and buried her face in her knees.

He said to himself, it doesn't matter if he is dead, anyway, the common people don't need a puppet emperor who is only in charge of the government but not in charge of the government.

Just die here, and satisfy the hearts of the vicious Queen Mother and Prince Long.

Then, a cloak was draped over her shoulders, and the warm body temperature slowly flowed into her cold skirt.

Mu Surao raised her eyes, looked at the person in front of her, and asked in her heart, is there such a beautiful girl in Beiyuan, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Xiangjiu was politely sent back to Xinzheku by the little eunuch of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

When she came back, some people were happy and some were worried.

The happy ones were the Fu family brothers and sisters, who were sitting on the threshold of Xinzheku, looking at the end of the corridor without blinking.Seeing Xiang Jiu, he pounced on her in a desperate manner, beat her up and down, and asked if she was punished or beaten.

Xiangjiu hugged her chest nervously, avoiding these four salty pig hands.

As for the people who are worried, it is nothing more than Sword Bean and Fu Aiyou.

They heard about what happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation today, and they knew that Xiang Jiu was the brazen bastard who pushed the imperial master into the water.I'm happy, I can't wait to put wine and set off firecrackers.

Unexpectedly, Xiangjiu's vitality is extremely tenacious, and he can retreat completely.

It simply destroys their worldview.

Forget it, I can't afford to provoke you, go back to the room, wash and sleep.

In order to celebrate Xiangjiu's retirement and usher in a new life, Fu Mo'er specially boiled a bucket of hot water for her to take a bath.

Xiangjiu was terrified, and from the perspective of not exposing her daughter, she politely rejected her kindness.

Fu Mo'er pouted her mouth high and stomped her feet childishly.

Xiangjiu had no choice but to find a big wooden bucket, mixed hot water and cold well water together, washed his face and hands, finally took off his shoes and socks, and began to soak his feet.

call--

She let out a long sigh of comfort.

Blinking at Fu Mo'er, she asked, are you satisfied?

Fu Mo'er smiled, rolled her eyes, and nodded.

Maybe this little girl's smile is so contagious, Xiangjiu laughed along with her for no reason, until she lay down on the Datong bunk, that smile was restrained, the corners of her mouth that were slightly raised before, gradually fell down, tightly, Squeeze tightly.

Those amber eyes were not as bright as before.

Seeing her eyes wide open, Fushou thought she was still worried about the day's affairs, so he stretched out his hand, and patted Xiang Jiu's vest lightly, as if coaxing Fu Mo'er to sleep.

"Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

"Anything on your mind?"

Xiang Jiu looked at him with admiration: "Can you see it?"

"It's all written on your face."

"Oh."

"What's on your mind, tell me, brother."

"No, I just think... the prince looks like an old friend of mine."

"Is... what kind of old friend?"

Xiangjiu's eyelids were heavy, she was a little sleepy, and said vaguely: "...a heartless... person."

Fu Shou didn't hear clearly, and was about to ask more questions, but even breathing came from his ear.

He turned his face slightly, with the half-open window reflected in his eyes, and Xiang Jiu, who was sleeping peacefully, wondering whether to close the window.It is rainy in summer, if it rains again in the middle of the night and hits the window sill, it will splatter incense all over the body.

But if it is really closed, the room will be smelly, and Xiangjiu is afraid of the smell...

Fushou suddenly felt worried.Otherwise, I won’t sleep anymore, just leave the window open, and if it really starts to rain, just close it in time.

This is a stupid way, but Fushou is overjoyed by this stupid way.

Xiang Jiu slept very deeply, this was the deepest night she slept since entering the palace.She also had a dream. In the dream, there was her, the snow in Beiyuan, and Su Su.

She wrapped Su Su, who was frozen into a ball, with her cloak, like wrapping a newborn baby.With a soft heart, he patted the broken snow off the top of her hair.

Su Su looked at her with dark eyes, told her his name, and asked, "Who are you?"

"...I'm Rong Luo."

Xiangjiu slammed and sat up from the dream. When she opened her eyes, the direct sunlight hurt her eyes.

She quickly closed her eyes, and opened them again after a long time, with a little tentativeness and caution.

what time is it

She stuck her head out of the window and estimated the time by the position of the sun.

There are three poles in the sun.Wow, I actually slept late in Xinzheku's territory.

Miracle.

She looked left and right, and found that she was alone on the Datong bunk.

Xiangjiu scratched her face and wondered, why didn't Fushou wake her up?And that short Fu Shou, who didn't even rush in to beat her with a whip.

Transformed one by one?

She stepped out the door and stretched her waist very comfortably.The sun was shining on his face, and under the white skin, there was a faint blush.

Inadvertently, smelling the aroma of saponins, Xiangjiu walked a few steps following the aroma, and saw Fu Moer squatting in the corner washing clothes.

She moved swiftly, and her thin arms seemed to have infinite strength. With all her strength, she twisted the clothes into a thick rope and squeezed out a splash of water.

"It's your turn to take a bath today. Don't do the laundry, go play." Xiang Jiu picked her up, took the ball of clothes and shook them out, only to find that it was her coat.

Fukuju

Fu Mo'er took the opportunity to snatch it back into her hands, shook off the corners of the clothes on both sides, and hung them to dry on the bamboo pole: "I've finished washing just a few clothes."

Xiangjiu had no choice but to roll up his sleeves to help her.

Fu Mo'er pushed her to stagger: "Go, go, laundry is delicate work, what you can do, leave it to the girls."

The eunuch is also considered half a girl.Xiang Jiu shrugged: "Then I'll fetch two buckets of water from the front yard."

Fu Mo'er shook her hand and sent her to hurry.

Xiangjiu was amused by her appearance, pinched her soft cheek, and saw Fu Mo'er was about to hit her, so she turned and ran away.

When the people in the front yard saw her, they were extraordinarily attentive, saying "Xiang Geer" one by one, with a pretentious accent, like a girl in a brothel who is leaning on the fence to sell her laughter.

Xiangjiu got goosebumps all over her body and ran back to tell Fu Moer what she had seen and heard without bothering to fetch water.

"Hee hee," Fu Mo'er showed her shiny canine teeth, and said slyly, "You pushed the imperial master into the water, but not only did she not take your head off, but she sent it back to Xinzheku alive. Guess why?"

Xiangjiu is like a curious baby: "For... what?"

"I see you!"

"Bah, bah, I'm a eunuch."

"But you are a good-looking eunuch."

Fu Mo'er entered the palace at the age of 13, and served in the East and West Six Palaces for three years. There are some good-looking servants selected by Huang Jun, but if compared with Xiang Jiu, she is still a little worse.

Xiang Jiu pinched her ears: "Be careful that you speak out, you will kill me, brother." The gang of unfavorable servants in the harem must tear her to pieces.

"...Everyone spreads it like this, or the stewards will let you sleep late?"

"Tell me!"

"Well, okay." Fu Mo'er stopped her mouth aggrieved, and couldn't help but said again, "Brother, in all dynasties, there have been empresses raising eunuchs as male favourites. Although it is not glorious, it is better than a lifetime of servility. In no mood……"

"Of course I don't want to!" I'm not a real eunuch, besides, the emperor's son looks like my old lover, I don't see him when I look up and look down every day, it's so annoying.

That's right, diaphragm!

Fu Mo'er: Why do I have a brother like you who doesn't seek to make progress.

A conversation ended with Xiang Jiu's resolute refusal.After Fu Mo'er finished drying the last piece of clothes, she bouncingly went to Tatan with her for dinner.

At the dining table, eunuchs had long gathered together, each clinging to their chopsticks.

When they saw Xiang Jiu, they would consciously step out of the way, what's more, they helped her add some food and said flatteringly: "Brother Xiang, I have specially left some food for you, it's still hot, come quickly."

Xiangjiu: "..."

She was hugged from front to back and sat down, and Fu Mo'er was also covered.

"Brother, our bowl is full of shredded pork."

Xiangjiu took a closer look, and it was true, the treatment was outrageous!

One person interjected: "Brother Xiang, someday you will be successful, don't forget about us."

Xiangjiu smirked professionally: "Okay, okay."

While responding, he took two steamed buns from the dustpan, broke them apart, put all the shredded meat in, and handed them to Fu Mo'er: "Take it well, keep it for your brother."

"Ok!"

On the other hand, Sword Bean, who was left out on the other side, unexpectedly didn't make any noise, kept his bamboo chopsticks together, with a gloomy face...

All afternoon, Fu Mo'er was like a happy magpie, circling Xiangjiu three times to the left and three times to the right.

Xiangjiu had nothing to do with her, and concentrated on brushing the pail, fearing that she would be bored by herself, so she chatted with her occasionally.

"Where did Fushou go? He hasn't come back yet." Xiang Jiu said casually.

"Fu Aichou asked him to clean up the silt and miscellaneous leaves in the Tongzi River," Fu Mo'er replied, "Maybe it's a lot of effort."

Xiang Jiu built a tent in front of his eyebrows, looked at the sun setting in the west, and muttered, "It's been too long."

What kind of work has to be done for a whole day, and there is no time to come back for a bite.

"My brother is good at everything, but he is too honest and doesn't know how to be lazy." Fu Mo'er folded her hands on her hips, "Fool."

She patted the steamed buns in her arms: "It won't taste good any later."

"Then help him eat one." Xiang Jiu saw that she was hungry.

"Can you?" Fu Mo'er was shy and timid like a little doll begging for sweets.

"Eat."

"...Forget it, my brother hasn't eaten all day, he must be tired and hungry, I'd better leave it for him—" Fu Mo'er's voice stopped abruptly, and her eyes fell on the eunuch who stumbled into the courtyard.

Xiangjiu then looked over and saw that the man was covered in mud and water, his hat was gone somewhere, and his hair was crooked and out of shape.

"Boss Fu, where is Boss Fu!" he shouted in panic.

The people in the courtyard were frightened by him, and they remained motionless.

Xiangjiu's heart was shocked, and she ran over to grab him: "What happened?"

The man's eyes turned red: "... Fushou is dead."

As soon as his words came out of his mouth, Xiang Jiu was a little dizzy, and just stood there without saying a word, not knowing how to react.

Until the two white steamed buns rolled to her feet and leaned against her shoes.

The lives of slaves are worthless, and people die every day in the vast Forbidden City.

Ke Xiangjiu never thought that such misfortune would fall on Fushou.

Obviously last night that guy helped her cover the quilt and listened to her talk about her thoughts.

Fu Mo'er didn't cry or fuss, bent down to pick up the steamed buns, blew away the dust on the surface, and said something inexplicably, clean it up, you can still eat it.

Xiangjiu asked her who she was giving it to.

She replied, keep it for my brother to eat on the way.

on the way?

Yes, Huangquan Road.

Fu Mo'er went back to the room alone, and Xiang Jiu came to the door, trying to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

I am sorry for your loss?People can't be resurrected after death?

If you really want to say that, it's better to keep your mouth shut.

"Mo'er, you still have me." Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

The door was still closed, and there was silence inside, Xiang Jiu was afraid of disturbing her, so she slowly stepped back down the steps.

The last ray of sunset was swallowed by the night, and the moonlight hit her hair, causing her to shiver for no reason.

When they arrived at Donghua Gate, the palace gate had already been opened, and the guards

Stopped her with a spear, and asked her if she had a palace badge from the respect room.

Unable to get Xiang Jiu out, he pulled out the narrow back knife and drove her away.

"My friend was cleaning Tongzi River outside the palace gate. He died, so I have to send him off."

A slave died in the palace, so he had to be carried out of the Shenwu Gate along Dongtongzi Long Street at midnight.But Fushou's fate was unlucky, he died outside the palace, and there was no reason to bring him back to the palace.

"What's so good about a dead man." A guard joked.

The other also spoke up: "Yes. Don't worry about it, someone will send him back to his parents so that he can be buried."

Xiang Jiu lowered her face so that no one could see her emotions.

Suddenly he knelt down, straightened his waist, took off his hat and put it aside.

Facing the palace gate, he kowtowed three times, it was for Fushou.Then I knocked three more, for Fu Mo'er.

After knocking, turned around and left...

"Brother Xiang, so you are here, but it's easy for me to find..." A little maid bumped into her arms at the corner, out of breath.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes, go back quickly, Mo'er is going to fight Sword Bean desperately."

Never forget

When Fu Mo'er and Sword Bean started to fight, they undoubtedly lifted the pan to hit the moon--overthinking their abilities.

When Xiangjiu rushed back, she was already bruised and kicked and kicked by Jiandou's followers.

She hugged her head, curled up into a ball, stubbornly refused to beg for mercy, and cursed: "Dao Dou, you killed my brother, I want... to kill you."

Sword Bean folded his arms leisurely: "If you squirt blood again, I will tear your mouth apart."

"The Tongzihe eunuch that I cleaned up with my brother were all your followers, and you conspired...to kill him!" Fu Mo'er finally started coughing violently, as if trying to cough out the anger and killing intent in her heart.

Daodoou's eyes flashed viciously, and he spat: "You recognize Xiangjiu as a brother, but you don't take me seriously, heh, you will be after your brother, I advise you to be careful in the future."

"You..." Fu Mo'er struggled reluctantly, a pair of clear and resolute eyes on her bruised cheeks, looking straight into the bottom of people's hearts.

She said: "Just wait, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil."

The attendants seemed to hear a funny joke, and they laughed up and down. One of them said: "Silly sister, the Forbidden City is different. Good will not be rewarded with good, and evil will not be rewarded with evil—"

"Then try." The person who spoke was Xiang Jiu, and she rushed in front of this person, waving the scimitar for weeds that she found from the warehouse.

Under the bright white moonlight, the knife surface reflected a mirror-like cold light.

The followers immediately ran around with their heads in their hands.

Xiangjiu was happy to see them make a fool of himself, so he chased after them, making them roll and crawl, mouthing "Master Xiang" one after another.

Xiangjiu was very satisfied with their performance, praised them all as heroes who knew the current affairs, and then pointed the machete at the tip of Jiandou's nose and asked, "What about you?"

Sword Bean backed away again and again, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Hey, swords have no eyes, if you dare to make a real move, be careful of your life."

He made it clear that there was something in his words.

In the palace, only the master has the power of life and death. It seems that he moved out Concubine Meng to save her life.

Xiang Jiu smiled: "I'm afraid of you."

Concubine Meng raised a lot of male favorites, one more sword bean is not too many, and one less sword bean is quite a lot.It would be strange to pay attention to such nonsense.

Xiangjiu despises Sword Bean in his heart: a mindless thing.

But Jiandou thinks that she is so arrogant because she has the backing of the imperial master's son. She never confronted him before, and never used a knife: "It's amazing to be the emperor's master's son!"

What he didn't expect was that the "imperial master" he was talking about was climbing the wall outside Xinzheku.

Ever since seeing Xiang Jiu's beautiful face last night, Mu Surao has been unable to sleep all night, and today he is even more depressed and depressed.

Nan Ye panicked with worry, and announced that Imperial Physician Du would come to examine the Ping An pulse.Physician Du said that "heart disease still needs heart medicine".

Nanye wondered, what could be wrong with a rich king.

It wasn't until Liu Shaotou on the moon, when Mu Surao brought him to Xinzheku alone, that he had some thoughts: Could it be...the emperor's master...is for this little eunuch named Xiang Jiu...

Such a thought was really weird, and Nanye's wrinkled face twitched wildly in shock.

He boldly asked: "My lord—"

"Hush!" Mu Surao gestured for silence, signaling him to turn off the lantern.

Nan Ye lowered his head and blew out the candles in the lantern, the surroundings suddenly went dark, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The long corridor was extremely silent, only the footsteps of the two of them remained.

Nan Ye asked again: "My lord, what are we doing here secretly?"

Mu Surao stared at him: "Who sneaked around!" The entire Forbidden City belongs to me, so I can go wherever my love goes.

In fact, her purpose was very simple, she wanted to make sure that she had misjudged Xiang Jiu's face, after all, there is no such coincidence in the world.She even suspected that Xiang Jiu was Rong Luo in disguise.

"Yes, yes, the slave said something wrong." Nanye begged for mercy.

Mu Surao was too lazy to argue with him, and gave orders: "You, squat down next to the wall."

squat?

Nanye was at a loss, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she obeyed obediently.

As soon as he squatted down, before he had time to stabilize his body, Mu Surao stepped on his shoulder.

Alas, my old bones.Nanye groaned secretly.

Mu Surao pulled the glazed tile eaves