The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

Xiangjiu said he wanted to hit someone.

But due to Mu Surao's lustful power, he didn't dare to do anything wrong, and continued to support her to go inside. When the green gauze cabinet was pushed open, he saw the golden dragon couch.

Almost blinded by a blind eye.

Mu Surao sat on the edge of the couch.

Xiangjiu knelt down and took off her shoes.

Just halfway through, Mu Surao kicked her so softly that she turned over.

"Ah!" Xiangjiu rubbed his heart hurting from being kicked with one hand, and rubbed his waist that flashed with the other.

Struggling to get up and kneel down.

"The slave knows his mistake, please forgive me, the emperor's master."

Mu Surao raised her eyebrows lightly, crossed her legs, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Slaves shouldn't arrange you in front of the imperial concubine."

Mu Surao woke up like a dream: "If you don't talk about this, I will forget about it."

She got angry, thought for a while, and decided to get down to business first.

"Since this is the case, I will give you a chance to make amends. You can take it."

Xiang Jiu's eyes lit up, as if he had found hope: "Your Majesty, just give orders."

Mu Surao smiled, parted her thin lips lightly, and said word by word: "Take off your clothes."

Xiangjiu: "!!?"

I knew you coveted my beauty.

Xiang Jiu hugged herself distressedly: "My lord, you have already made a mistake once, don't make the same mistake again!"

There is no overlord who bows hard twice.

Nan Ye, who chased after Bisha's closet to eavesdrop, also looked confused.After that, he looked disgusted again.

Alas, the emperor's son has no love experience after all, and the warming up of feelings should be done gradually, how can one justify it as soon as it comes.

Impatient, too impatient!

Mu Surao was amused by Xiang Jiu's terrified appearance, so she became playful and teased her: "So, you don't want the chance to make meritorious deeds?"

"……Um."

"Row."

Mu Surao didn't get angry and pretended to be arrogant: "Go back to Xinzheku and kill yourself."

Xiangjiu: Then I'd better take it off.

But before you take it off, you still have to flop.

"My lord," Xiang Jiu said, pretending to be wronged, with red eyes, "This servant comes from a humble background. To be favored by you today is already a blessing from my three lives."

Mu Surao's forehead twitched with blue veins.

"But the slave has an unfeeling request."

"what?"

Xiangjiu's complexion is concerned: "...The servant is an incomplete man. His body is disabled and he is shameful. Afraid of dirtying the eyes of the imperial master, he dared to ask the imperial master to close his eyes."

Mu Surao completely ignored it.

Xiang Jiu said stubbornly: "If the imperial master does not agree, the servant... will not be on your dragon couch."

"...I promise you." Mu Surao's patience was almost worn out, and she closed her eyelids unwillingly.

"No peeking."

"I will never peek."

So, Xiang Jiu began to move towards the door.

Tiptoe, step by step.

"Have you taken it off?" Mu Surao asked impatiently.

"I'll be ready right away, my lord, don't worry."

At this time, Xiangjiu had already pushed away the Bisha cabinet, but bumped into Nanye.

The little face suddenly turned pale.

She thought that Nanye was going to catch her, but he made a silent gesture and told her to go faster.

Xiangjiu was so excited, if it wasn't for the emergency, she would have hugged Nanye and called her relatives.

He gave him a grateful look and ran away.

Mu Surao still closed her eyes: "Are you ready?"

No one answered her.

She took a deep breath and asked again.

Still no one answered her.

Finally, she felt something was wrong, opened her eyes with a swipe, and saw an empty bedroom.

people! ?

Ran! ?

This damned Diao slave!

Mu Surao's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembled with qi, and he slapped the dragon couch.

Nan Ye outside felt that the situation was not good, and wanted to run away, but Mu Su Rao stopped him.

"Get out of here."

Nanye rolls to her face delicately and cutely.

"Where are the Xiangjiu people!"

Nanye shrugged: "I didn't... see it!"

Mu Surao gave him a sharp look: "Do you think I don't know that you are eavesdropping outside?"

Nan Ye immediately trembled like chaff...

The author has something to say: say I am short, hum, I broke 3000 today.

In fact, I am a diligent author-my chapters of the last book "Rotten Stems" were all above 3000.

礼物

"My lord, it's for your own good that this servant let Xiang Jiuquan go."

Nanye was eloquent.

"As the saying goes, twisted melons are not sweet. If you get Xiangjiu's person, you won't get Xiangjiu's heart. She will hate you forever. If you like her, you should slowly please her..."

Mu Surao felt sad for raising such an idiot, and pointed to a bare wall.

Nan Ye blinked: "Why?"

"You hit me on the head and died there."

Nanye: "..."

In Xiang Jiu's heart, Mu Su Rao's image is already that of a cruel and ruthless tyrant.

She was afraid that she would catch up and continue to make trouble for herself, so she ran like crazy.

He didn't dare to stop until he was exhausted.

As a result, he ran off the road in a panic and had to travel a long way before returning to Xinzheku.

In the middle of the walk, I found a big rock beside a gazebo to rest my feet, and went through today's experience in my mind.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more wronged I get.

He began to draw circles and curse Mu Surao to die alone, to be lonely all his life.

After drawing the 250th circle, my mood calmed down a little, and I returned to the backbone of Xin Zheku who can happily brush the barrel.

He patted his dirty little hands, and bounced to Tan Tan to have lunch.

But in front of his Tan's gate, he met a well-dressed nanny.

It looks a little familiar.

The old man looked around in front of Ta Tan's gate, as if she was waiting for someone.

Xiangjiu hesitated for a moment, wondering if Mu Surao sent someone to block her here.

Alarm bells sounded in my heart, and I turned around and left.

The nanny seemed to recognize her, and shouted: "Little eunuch stay a step."

Keep you, sister!

Xiangjiu started running.

Mammy ran after her.

The two chased after each other and became a once-in-a-hundred-year-old beautiful scenery in the Forbidden City.

The palace ladies and eunuchs passing by couldn't help but stop and look back.

They asked one after another, which palace's beautiful little eunuch is this, who was taken by a white-haired old woman, and wanted to form an adversary with her.

If you think about it carefully, it is still a very poignant love story.

"Little father-in-law, hurry up." Mammy was also considered a half-buried person, and she had never encountered such a hard fork.

Scolding Xiangjiu for not having the quality of respecting the old and loving the young.

Later, I couldn't run anymore, so I supported my old waist and leaned against the wall to catch my breath.

Seeing Xiang Jiu running farther and farther.

Self-defeating thought, forget it, stop chasing, if you continue chasing, you will be accountable for your life.

After that, I felt strange again, and couldn't figure out why Xiangjiu seemed to have seen a ghost when he saw her.

She touched her wrinkled and dull old face...

seems to have found the answer...

Self-esteem was hurt by ten thousand points.

In fact, the nanny is not the nanny of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but the nanny of the Shoukang Palace.Because of the birthmark of a crescent moon in the corner of her eye, everyone called her Crescent Moon Nanny.

Before Xiangjiu blocked Concubine Meng's ceremonial car, she was the one who reprimanded her.

Later Concubine Meng asked her to go to Xinzheku to inquire about the name of this beautiful and flowery little eunuch.

That's when I realized her name was Xiang Jiu.

This morning, I heard that she was almost humiliated last night. Concubine Meng was worried and asked her to ask Xiang Jiu.

By the way, I would like to say a few words of comfort, and don't have the idea of ​​committing suicide.

So there is this thing.

Aggrieved, Sister Yueya returned to Shoukang Palace and told Concubine Meng that Xiangjiu thought she was ugly.

Concubine Meng giggled: "So she is still a wonderful person."

Sister Yueya tentatively said: "Concubine, why don't you want her, there are so many little eunuchs in the palace, there is always someone who can please you."

This... I'm afraid it's tough.

It's not easy to say.

It's a far cry from the crowd-pleasing sword bean.

Concubine Meng raised the corners of her lips that were already cocked, and said lightly, "You don't understand."

Tired of delicacies, a little game once in a while would be more satisfying.

For the next days, Xiang Jiu lived in fear.

All day long, he hides in Xinzheku to wash the barrels, respects his career, and works diligently.

Xin Zheku had never seen her so devoted to her job, almost to the point of madness.

It is estimated that he was stimulated by the humiliation.

It's really embarrassing.

Fu Mo'er loves her big brother very much. Every time she talks to her, she is very careful, afraid that someone who doesn't pay attention will cause her "sadness".

In the dead of night, a person huddled under the blanket and secretly wiped tears.

And Mu Surao is not having a good time.

In order not to reveal that he and Nanye were the ones who "bullied" Xiangjiu that night.She has reached the pinnacle of acting in her life.

Cooperating with Nan Ye all day long, comforting a group of veterans in the former court and comforting a group of old mothers in the harem.

He even changed his temperament drastically, visited the East and West Zodiac Palaces, and had a cordial and friendly meeting with Huang Jun's attendants in each palace.

In order to comfort their frightened hearts.

Among them, Meng Qingdai was the most calm and composed, which was appreciated by Mu Surao.

Nan Ye was also very busy, running to the Criminal Justice Department every day, urging them to catch the daring flower picker.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly and unstable manner.

However, this is only the surface.

Nanye's hat that fell on the "crime scene" was still in Xiangjiu's hands.

During the period of cooperating with the investigation of the case by the Department of Punishment, she has not taken out this object.

As a result, Mu Surao's heart fluttered and she suffered from insomnia for ten days.

This night, it rained.

Mu Surao is chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall behind Xinuang Pavilion.

The dim candlelight swayed with the wind, swaying the shadows of her and the Buddha statue.

Nan Ye added fuel to the ever-burning lamp, and couldn't help but said, "My lord, why don't you go to Xinzheku... and steal the hat back."

Mu Surao glared at him: "Do you still dare to go to that fierce place?"

Maybe something will come up again.

"...But it's not an option for us to wait? In case Xiaozhu Xiang jumps over the wall in a hurry, hand it over to the Department of Punishment—"

"Master." Jing Xi called Nan Ye from outside the curtain.

Nan Ye frowned, stepped out, and saw a hat in his arms.

It was the one he had left at the crime scene.

He took it excitedly, looked up and down, left and right.Yes, it is it!

"Where is it?"

Jing Xi replied, "If you find it at the back door, put it by the threshold."

Nan Ye was very pleasantly surprised, and jumped to find Mu Su Rao.

Mu Surao was also taken aback looking at the hat, and murmured: "That little bastard sent it back?"

The little bastard naturally refers to Xiang Jiu.

Recently, Mu Surao was not feeling well, so he gave her such a nickname.

Nanye replied: "I think it's Miss Xiang."

After a pause, he continued: "Look at how much Miss Xiang loves you, afraid that you will worry about the hat, so I brought it to you in the rain."

His voice was soft and soft, like a feather, scratching at the bottom of Mu Surao's heart.

A trace of affection spread quietly.

"Nanye."

"Ok?"

"Are you saying that I...are you being too harsh on Xiangjiu?"

That is quite harsh!

Nan Ye didn't dare to tell the truth, and persuaded: "My lord, you think too much, and you should treat Xiang Jiu better in the future."

"After all... feelings need to be cultivated slowly."

Mu Surao was angry: "Who wants to develop a relationship with her!"

But the next day, Mu Surao asked him a new question——

"Nanye, how should I treat Xiangjiu better?"

In Nanye's eyes, this question has developed a new meaning——Nanye, I want to make Xiangjiu happy.

Doesn't this mean that the prince wants to cultivate a good relationship with the young master Xiang?

A gleam flashed in Nanye's eyes: "Give her a gift."

Mu Surao pushed away the memorial in hand: "What kind of gift?"

"You will give her whatever she needs most."

So in the afternoon of the same day, Xiangjiu received a new bucket brush and a new dung cart.

Nan Ye, who heard the news, didn't bring it up in one breath, and passed out in Qinzheng Qinxian Hall...

Urgently sent to Tai Hospital...

Xiangjiu leaned against the old locust tree and stared intently at the new dung truck in the middle of the courtyard. It was bathed in the golden sunlight, exuding an unusual aura.

Not only her, but the entire Xinzheku was attracted by it.

One said: "I have been in Xinzheku for ten years, and I have never seen such a gorgeous dung truck."

One said: "The lines of the body are smooth and full, full of strength, and exquisite patterns are added for embellishment. It is really soft in the rigid, and rigid in the soft."

One said: "It's really low-key luxury with connotations."

The eunuch in charge, who had seen the world, couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "You bunch of turkeys, do you know that this dung cart is priceless, and you can exchange it for a courtyard house at Dashilan!"

Everyone asked in a hurry: "Why is it so valuable?"

"Because it is made of golden nanmu."

Everyone was shocked.

The eunuch in charge continued: "It was specially given to Xiang Jiu by the emperor's son, to sympathize with what happened to her the night before, as a comfort."

So everyone was jealous again.

I wish I was the one who was humiliated that night.

Qi Qi cast a resentful look at Xiang Jiu.

Xiangjiu: "..."

At night, the moon hangs high.

Xiangjiu pushed this luxurious version of the dung truck on the familiar Dongtongzi Street.

Very... Worrying.

Especially when thinking of the pile of excrement in the car, my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.

She felt that what she was pushing was not a dung cart, but an elusive...siheyuan.

When she looked up, she was surprised to see a young woman in a fluttering skirt, standing in front of her and looking at her intently.

A pair of watery peach blossom eyes, a pair of delicate red lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling, and...a face full of arrogance.

It was Xiangjiu's enemy in this life—the daughter of Zhaowen, Empress Mu Surao.

Xiang Jiu lowered his head quickly, and passed her silently.

"Stop." Mu Surao said.

Xiangjiu glanced around, pretending not to see her, and said to herself, "Who is talking? I'm probably hallucinating."

Then keep digging forward.

Mu Surao: "..."

"If you dare to take a step forward, I will make you look good."

Xiangjiu immediately stopped, and ran back with a smile to greet Mu Surao.

Mu Surao seemed to be angry, snorted lightly, but didn't answer.

Xiang Jiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and greet her: "It's so late, why is the imperial master here?"

"I... will wait for you here." Mu Surao said coyly.

"...Do you have something to tell the servant?" It couldn't be that he wanted to fight the overlord for the third time.

Xiang Jiu took a step back vigilantly.

Be prepared to defend your innocence at any time.

But Mu Surao said: "No. I'm here to ask...a reward for your Gong bucket brush and new dung truck...do you like it?"

Xiangjiu: Like a fart! !

Incident

In fact, Mu Surao's heart is not bad.

That arrogant temper is purely a result of being used to by a group of slaves since childhood.

But that doesn't mean she's warm-hearted.

Ke Xiangjiu looks like Rong Luo.

For Mu Surao, Xiang Jiu was wronged, just like her baby Rong Luo was wronged.

It made her feel bitter and uncomfortable.

She curled her slender fingers slightly, hooked Xiang Jiu's chin, and forced her to look up: "You don't like it."

Xiang Jiu violated his conscience and said, "I like it very much."

At the end, he flicked his sleeves, loosened his knees, and knelt down to thank the Lord for his kindness.

Mu Surao's emotionless voice came from above his head: "Your eyes betray you."

You just don't like it.

She pouted her red lips, as if aggrieved.

Xiangjiu's pitch-black eyes rolled like wheels, trying to hold back some beautiful words to praise the dung cart.

It took a long time to say: "...this car has excellent chassis stability...and maneuverability."

Mu Surao was even more wronged: "Well, you just don't like it."

With that said, he folded his arms into his arms, turned around and left.

The figure is lonely.

Only then did Xiang Jiu realize that she did not bring any entourage or bodyguards with her.

He raised his voice and asked, "Why don't I send you back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped talking.How is she going to send Mu Surao back and follow her with a luxury dung truck?

Not suitable not suitable.forget it.

Thinking this way, she went the other way.

Mu·Stubborn Emperor·Su Rao still pricked up his ears to listen to the movement behind him, silently waiting for Xiang Jiu to catch up and send her back to the palace.

She was a little conflicted, if Xiang Jiu gave her a gift, should she be given this chance.

I won't give it!

My majestic ninth-five-year-old, is a little eunuch giving it away if he wants to?

But when she turned around, she found that there was only her...alone in the dark corridor.

Mu Surao laughed angrily.

An unknown fire crackled in his chest, and he felt an urge to slaughter the incense.

"You bastard who doesn't understand style." She pointed at the night sky and cursed.

For several days in a row, Mu Surao's face was gloomy, and the rest of the Palace of Yangxin didn't know what happened to her.

Everyone was extra careful when walking, sitting and lying down, for fear that someone who didn't pay attention would turn against the dragon scale.

On this day, Jing Xi went to the eunuch's office to look for Nan Ye while Mu Su Rao was in the morning.

It's better to care about his health.

At that time, Nan Ye had just finished drinking the medicine and took a rest on the couch.

Seeing that Jing Xi was in a hurry, he asked him, "What's wrong?"

Jing Xi said: "I beg you to quickly recover your body and return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, everyone is waiting for your help."

Nanye asked him to tell the ins and outs in detail.

Jing Xi then told him about the night Mu Surao went to Xinzheku alone.

After listening to Nan Ye, she said with confidence: "It's okay, it's okay."

A woman in love always has a little trouble.

He stretched out his fat waist and moved all the way to the edge of the couch, making a gesture to get on the couch.

Jing Xi was his apprentice and was used to serving him, so he put on shoes and socks for him.

Accompany him back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

When Mu Surao came back from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, she saw Nan Ye standing by the door waiting for her from a long distance away.

I found that his smiling and fat face turned pale, like a Maitreya Buddha.

When Luanjia landed, Mu Surao teased him: "People say that sickness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread, but you are fine, and you will be alive and kicking in just a few days."

He also made himself fat and fat.

Nan Ye chuckled: "It's all thanks to your great kindness that you have cured the disease in the servant's body."

Mu Surao went in directly: "It's just your mouth that has been smeared with honey."

Then I was worried again, and said with emotion: "If you are half as smart as you, little bastard, I can feel more at ease..."

Why did you think of this guy again?

Mu Surao was annoyed.

Seeing this, Nanye took out the Nuan Rongrong hidden in her bosom, and handed it to Mu Surao.

In the past, when Mu Surao was depressed, he always used this trick, and it was guaranteed to relieve Mu Surao's depression completely.

It can be called a must kill.

It's just that today...it doesn't seem to be useful.

Mu Surao looked sleepy, and shook the little furry thing, but didn't answer it.

Nanye was in trouble, put Nuanrongrong down on the ground, patted its butt, and let it find a place to play by itself.

"Is the prince worried about the young master Xiang?"

Mu Surao, who had just sat down on the kang, was taken aback by his words: "No!"

"Did she annoy you?"

"No."

"Then why are you so sullen?"

Mu Surao patted the Kang table: "How dare she not like the gift I gave her!"

Nanye: "..."

No one would like it.

"Or, you can give her another copy."

Mu Surao was silent for three snaps: "...Let's listen."

Nanye was gratified for her enlightenment: "There are so many things to give, gold, silver and jewelry, silk and satin, BMW mansion..."

Mu Surao shook her head: "Too vulgar."

A person who can't even look up to a man who pushes a dung truck made of golden nanmu, and even less so to others.

Nanye changed her mind and said, "...Of course, you can embroider a handkerchief and a pouch for her—"

Mu Surao raised her hand to interrupt him: "I see, it's not that she doesn't like dung carts, but she doesn't like dung carts made of golden nanmu!"

Nanye: You are an emperor who cares about loneliness.

For some time afterwards, Mu Surao fell into the thought of "sending another dung truck to Xiangjiu".

What materials are you sending?

She thinks that Xiangjiu doesn't like golden nanmu, which shows that she regards money as dung.

But the materials are too cheap, it seems that she, a wealthy emperor, is too stingy.

After much deliberation, I decided to ask myself.

For this reason, I specially picked a day when "the sky is clear and the air is clear, and the wind is smooth".

He also specially made the eunuch Tuojiao turn around, pretending to be walking around casually.

Another inadvertently came to the remote and desolate Xinzheku.

As a result...Xiang Jiu was not there.

"It is estimated that a certain department and a certain storehouse are not enough manpower, so they borrowed it," Nanye said cautiously, "Prince, this is a common thing."

Mu Surao felt lost.

Like a broken leaf in the wind, it leans lifelessly on the Luanjia.

The whole body was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

And this breath continued until the next day.

This day is the first day of August.

Mu Surao adhered to the principle of sisters and brothers being respectful, and went to the study as usual to ask the younger brothers and sisters about their homework.

Along with the Empress Dowager, Royal Concubine, Meng Taifei and Duantai Concubine...

These widows have been bored ever since they retired from the front line of Gongdou.But whenever there is excitement, you have to come and join in.

In name, they are all Mu Surao's elders and mothers, and Mu Surao greeted them one by one before sitting down.

While sipping tea, he watched the academicians of the Hanlin University give problems to their younger brothers and sisters.

The questions are very boring, and the answers of the younger brothers and sisters are even more boring.

She listened to the thought of going out.

Can't help but miss Xiangjiu.Especially the night when Yuhuayuan first met, Xiangjiu was bathing in Chengtuan Pond.

The white moonlight shrouded her.People are in the middle of the pool.The shadow is on the surface of the pool.

I really answered that poem - the fragrant face is half-open and charming,

In court,

Jade bath comes out with new makeup and wash.

She was so preoccupied that Mu Suting, the Fifth Emperor's younger brother, didn't pay attention to calling her.

Mu Suting is Duan Taipin's only son, who is less than ten years old, and anxiously wants to show Mu Surao his newly practiced calligraphy.

He has a soft temper and soft words.Mu Surao always said that his handwriting was weak and lacked strength.

However, he has made progress recently, and the gentlemen are not hesitant to praise him.

"Sister Huang." Mu Suting couldn't wait, and ran to Mu Su holding a stack of copybooks.

Mu Surao withdrew her thoughts, took the things with a smile.

On the other side, an eunuch who was on duty in the upper study brought a round wooden tray with a cup of tea in the center.

Mu Surao stretched out her hand to hold the tea, and was so hot that she let out an exclamation.

With a trembling of the wrist, a full amount of tea was poured on Mu Suting.

The teacup also fell to the ground.

Mu Suting screamed and howled, Concubine Duan rushed forward regardless, and hugged her son in her arms.

The scene was a mess.

Mu Surao was severely scalded, her fingertips were red and swollen, not like ordinary burns.

Nanye felt distressed: "My lord!"

Mu Surao made a decisive decision and said in a deep voice, "There is something wrong with the teacup."

Nanye understood, and leaned over to pick up the pile of broken porcelain.

It's a pity that he was already in chaos and was kicked to pieces.

"Have you heard that the prince hurt the fifth prince in the upper study yesterday." Xin Zheku's palace maid and her friends who had just returned from the outside chattered.

The friend responded to her: "It seems that the fifth prince did not do well in his homework and angered the prince, so he poured hot tea on the fifth prince."

Xiang Jiu had sharp ears, and when passing them, he sarcastically said: "You can also talk about the emperor's son's affairs? I'm afraid it's too long."

One of them was unconvinced: "Who made an unreasonable argument, we just—"

Xiang Jiu took a step closer to them, his eyes spit fire.

The two suddenly dared not speak out, and walked away angrily.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

The most widely circulated one is - Mu Surao had long wanted to kill Duantai Concubine's mother and son.

Where there is no wind, there is no wave, even though the concubine Duantai is not high in status, she is the most beloved woman of the late emperor.

If the first emperor lived a few more years, he would definitely give her a higher status, after all, a son was born, and the mother is more expensive by the son.

And Mu Surao is neither a direct descendant nor the eldest daughter, and the biological mother is just a promise to go early.

Although she is a real dragon and heavenly daughter, she should always have some concern for the mother and son of the Duantai concubine.

These words were passed on from ten to ten in private, in an orderly manner.

So much so that the young masters of the various palaces began to move around again.

Fools know that when a person is frustrated, his ears are soft and his heart is fragile, and it is easiest to "cultivate feelings" with others.

Right now, the prince is at this stage.

The competition in the harem is fierce, and opportunities are fleeting, and everyone is trying their best to strive for the top.

I took a milk bath as if I was in a hurry to keep my skin smooth, delicate and elastic.

Even if she is not as beautiful as the imperial master's son, she can't lose to other coquettish and cheap things.

Then they scrambled to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, to be that caring little padded jacket to comfort the emperor.

As a result, the stock of milk in the Ministry of Internal Affairs was seriously in short supply, and even the manpower to deliver milk appeared to be in short supply.

Only go to Xinzheku to transfer people.

Unfortunately, Xiang Jiu was also on the list of being transferred this time.

Delivering milk is a laborious job, which can tire people into dogs. Xiangjiu, relying on his identity as "Nanye's fake godson", went to find the eunuch in charge.

She shirked and said, "It's not appropriate for me to deliver milk by a manure cart."

It stinks and stains the milk, which only makes the little masters unhappy.

The eunuch in charge said: "Even if you are a dung cart pusher, you are still pushing a dung cart made of golden nanmu. This is a gift from the emperor."

"You are now the face of our Xinzheku!"

Xiangjiu: "..."

The author has something to say: The author's consistent style is relaxed with a little sand sculpture.I hope everyone is happy too, don't tell me if you abandon the article.

Rivals

Looking at the face of the eunuch in charge who deserved a beating, Xiang Jiu really wanted to slap him.

But because of the disparity in status, he could only accept it servilely.

Resigned to fate, she took Fu Mo'er to the House of Internal Affairs.

Talking bad things about Mu Suluo on the way, what arrogance, self-righteousness... Say whatever comes to mind.

Originally, what is not good to send, it must be a dung truck.

The beauty of mystery.

Fu Mo'er didn't know, she went in, licked the little tiger's teeth and said, "It's pretty good, how impressive it is to push it out."

Posh you bastard!

Xiang Jiu began to worry about Fu Mo'er's aesthetics.

Mu Surao's ears were feverish without reason, and his appetite was flat, so he asked people to withdraw their breakfast.

Madam Qiongyu has always been in charge of serving meals, and said earnestly: "My lord, you can't lose your health even if you are in a bad mood. Let's eat more."

She thought that Mu Surao was worrying about Concubine Duan's mother and son.

how is this possible.

Mu Surao waved his hands lazily, and went outside to take a breather.

Nan Ye accompanied her to the porch, where the ebony seats, small high table and carpet smoker had already been set up.

For the freshness of the picture, Nanye also hung a birdcage on a high place, and the canaries in the cage were singing very sweetly.

Mu Surao couldn't help teasing it a few times, and it jumped lightly, without looking at her.

Mu Surao's character was also lacking, so she ordered Nanye to bring a bronze mirror.

Take a photo of it: "Ah, why are the ears so red?"

No wonder it was hot.

She raised her hand to touch it, and it hurt the tip of her finger that was burned yesterday, and she retracted it quickly.

As the saying goes, "Some people say that the ears are hot", it means that there are thieves who are not afraid of death to speak ill of her behind her back.

Just ask who in the Forbidden City is least afraid of death.

Wei Xiang Jiu is also!

Besides her, who would dare to provoke her every day.

This ignorant slave.

Mu Surao bit Xiangjiu's name on the tip of her tongue and cursed it thousands of times.

Hmph, just wait, I won't spare you when I forget about this.

Just as the muttering started, there was a voice outside the palace gate.

Mu Surao looked across the courtyard, and saw a woman with various postures talking to Jing Xi.

Can't remember who she is for a while.

Nan Ye leaned into her ear: "It's Ruan Ruge, Ruan Xiaozhu."

Mu Surao immediately rolled her eyes: "Help me into the palace."

As soon as she was about to move, Ruan Ruge saw her, and called out delicately: "My lord."

In just three words, he yelled out the meaning of wandering and worrying, full of emotions and emotions.

But Mu Surao was indifferent, not even a momentary pause in his footsteps.

Nan Ye boldly reminded: "Princess, Ruan Xiaozhu is the niece of the imperial concubine after all, you don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face."

The grace of nourishment is greater than the grace of life.

Even if the imperial concubine is not Mu Surao's biological mother, she is still the adoptive mother who did her best to raise her up.

There is no credit or hard work.

Mu Surao thought that the words were reasonable, so she made a compromise and returned to the ebony seat.

At the same time, Ruan Ruge has come to her gracefully and crouched in front of her to pay her respects.

Mu Surao tried her best to be gentle, and asked her with a smile: "Did you get used to it during the time in the palace?"

Ruan Ruge was surprised by her concern, and hurriedly said, "Everything is fine."

After coming and going, the two seemed to have opened up a conversation box and chatted for a long time.

Of course, in Mu Surao's eyes, this is just a small talk between sisters.

But Ruan Ruge obviously didn't think so.

He took the food box from Ruyi, the maid of honor, and put it on the small high table.

"The concubine heard that the imperial master likes to eat dim sum, so she made some lotus cakes with her own hands, and would like to invite the imperial master to have a taste."

Mu Surao: No, I don't want to taste it.

Nan Ye hurriedly answered: "The young master has a heart, it just so happens that the imperial master didn't eat much for breakfast, and the slave is worrying about this moment."

Ruan Ruge's face flashed the joy of a god-given opportunity, and gently took out the plate containing the lotus cake.

Mu Surao reluctantly picked up a piece, and took a small bite.

Well, it tastes like chewy wax, it's hard to swallow.

"Not bad. The color and fragrance are strong, and the lips and teeth are fragrant." She praised hypocritically, but her expression was quietly livid.

Ruan Ruge put on a coquettish smile: "If the emperor likes it, the concubine will do it for you every day."

The livid look on Mu Surao's face obviously got worse.

The whole world was silent.

Ruan Ruge seemed to feel that he had said something wrong, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said a few more words before leaving.

When she turned around, Mu Surao caught a glimpse of the letter paper under a pile of lotus cakes from the corner of her eyes.

Pulling it out and looking at it, I was surprised that it was a love poem——

A couple of generations throughout their lives, fighting for two ecstasy.

Lovesickness meets each other without blind date, who is spring for the sky.

It's easy to beg to the blue bridge, but it's hard to run to the blue sea when the medicine is ready.

If you visit and drink Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

The hairpin flower is in lower case script, with beautiful handwriting.

No matter how you look at it, it is full of molestation.

Shameless.

Mu Surao was completely annoyed now.

"stop."

Ruan Ruge looked back in response, and said respectfully: "What is the imperial master's order?"

Seeing Mu Shurao holding up the love letter suddenly, two spots of blush were dyed on his cheeks.

Tilting his head and drooping his eyes, he acted shyly.

"You wrote this?" Mu Surao raised an eyebrow.

"……Yes."

With teasing eyes, Mu Surao waved her hand, beckoning her to come closer.

Now Ruan Ruge's cheeks turned even redder, as if they were about to bleed.

I thought, it turns out that the imperial master is so provocative.

"The concubine loves the emperor's master, and his love is hard to restrain. He wants to express his love in poetry, and please don't blame the emperor."

"read."

"Ok?"

"Read!" Mu Surao said in a bad tone, and threw the letter into her arms.

Ruan Ruge's face turned from red to white, and he said timidly, "My lord—"

"Master Ruan." Nan Ye interrupted her, winking at her.

Ruan Ruge didn't dare to dawdle any longer, and unfolded the letter to recite word by word.

When he read it for the tenth time, Mu Surao couldn't take it anymore, goosebumps sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Got up and went back to Qinzheng Qinxian Hall, casually dropped a sentence: "Read it for others."

What this means is, don't chatter endlessly in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I'm upset listening to it.

As soon as the wise man heard it, he knew it was time to get out.

But Ruan Ruge was so frightened and confused, she pulled Nan Ye to ask for advice: "Director Nan, what does the emperor mean by this, who do you want me to read to?"

Only then did Nan Yefang understand that Ruan Ruge was an idiot with no city in his stomach and no universe.

Following her words, she said: "The imperial master didn't say anything, so don't worry about it. When you go out, turn left and go to the harem, and read to whoever you like."

Ruan Ruge said "oh" with a half-knowledge.

Accompanied by Ruyi, he left.

Walking along the corridor, looking all the way, there is nothing pleasing to the eye.

Ruyi slanted her chin: "My lord, you can see that eunuch over there makes you feel at ease."

Ruan Ruge glanced over, and saw a beautiful eunuch walking with his head buried in two buckets of milk.

There was also a little maid by her side, she recognized that it was Fu Mo'er who had served in her Xianfu Palace before.

"Hey, little eunuch, come here."

Xiangjiu followed the sound to look at Ruan Ruge, and saw that she was dressed in jewels, so she knew she was a great master.

Fu Mo'er saluted in surprise: "I've seen Xiaozhu Ruan."

Ruan Xiaozhu?

Ruan Ruge! !

Oh my god, I met King Yama of the harem.

Xiang Jiu knocked down the wooden barrel in his hand, took small steps, and hit a big thousand.

Full of respect.

Ruan Ruge had never met such a discerning servant, and the grievance and anger dissipated a little.

Get her up.

Xiang Jiuxi smiled, wiped the sweat on the tip of his nose, and asked attentively, "What's the matter, my lord?"

"Have."

Xiang Jiu bowed his head slightly, wishing to hear the details.

But Ruan Ruge took out a piece of letter paper in his sleeve, and said affectionately to her.

"One