The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

There is a twin for life. "

Xiangjiu: "!!?"

"Conflict and teach two places of ecstasy."

Xiangjiu: "!!?"

"If you miss each other but don't have a blind date, the sky is spring for whom."

Xiangjiu showed a shit-eating expression.

After being dazed for a few breaths, he pulled Fu Mo'er and started running, not even caring about the two large buckets of milk.

That speed is comparable to lightning.

It seems that if you are later, you will have to accompany your life.

Ruan Ruge choked on the raised dust, and cursed, "Where did you come from such a tricky slave?"

Dare to leave before she finishes reading the poem.

Fu Mo'er marveled at the strength in Xiang Jiu's hands, she couldn't break free no matter what, and was dragged into a rockery.

Her heart was beating violently, and she fell to the ground with her waist thrust forward, panting heavily.

Xiang Jiu was lying on the edge of the cave, looking around like a vigilant fox, making sure that Ruan Ruge didn't catch up.

"It's over, it's over." She finally retracted and squatted aside.

Fu Mo'er asked, "Why did you say that?"

"You're stupid, didn't you hear the obscene poem that Ruan Ruge read to me just now?"

Fu Meiwen Wen Mo'er pursed her lips and picked at the upper of her shoe: "I haven't studied, so I don't understand."

Xiangjiu: "..."

It doesn't matter if she doesn't understand, there is always someone who understands.

Like Xiangjiu, like the other servants who passed by the poetry reciting scene...

Within a few hours, a new story spread throughout the palace, Ruan Xiaozhu openly expressed his love to an eunuch in broad daylight.

This eunuch is quite well-known, he is Nanye's godson, the victim who was bullied by the thieves a few days ago - Xiangjiu.

There are gossips every year, especially this summer.

One by one is more explosive than the other.

It successfully overshadowed the fact that "the emperor's son has murderous intentions for Duantai's mother and son".

The queen mother exploded, and so did the imperial concubine.

What is even more explosive is Concubine Meng.

She paced back and forth in the Shoukang Palace, and said with a sneer, "Oh, Ruan Ruge, this little girl, how dare you intercept Hu Bengong's male favourite."

The three become tigers, and they all talk about gold.

When this gossip reached Mu Surao's ears, it was already a different version.

In general: Xiangjiu and her rob woman!

Mu Surao, who was still reviewing the memorial, smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he said coldly: "See, I treat her better, she will be proud of me!"

He even dared to ride on my head and act wildly.

Nan Ye pleaded: "...I'm afraid there may be a misunderstanding."

Mu Surao said stubbornly: "Go to Xinzheku and take back the golden nanmu dung cart that I rewarded her."

This……

Nanye was a little embarrassed.

"My lord, everything has been sent out, there is no reason to take it back..."

Besides, that car was used to hold dung...

"Just take it if you let me."

Nan Ye let out a sound of "嗻", and turned her head three times a step towards the door, squinting at the bright moon outside.

"It's getting late, why don't you go tomorrow?"

Mu Surao gave him a look, let him slowly understand.

Nanye immediately faltered.

The author has something to say: cute and cute, I will stop for a day tomorrow, I have something to do~~

out of favor

The imperial master is the only reliance of the women in the harem. Without her, life would be very difficult in the Forbidden City where everything is high and low.

In the same way, the eunuch is the same.

A eunuch abandoned by the emperor's son will live worse than a dog.

Even if there is a godfather who is the chief eunuch, it is no exception.

People in Xinzheku are busy working until midnight before going to bed on the upper bunk. No, they just fell asleep and listened to cicadas, and the fake godfather Nanye fell from the sky.

He also brought seventeen or eighteen slave guards to support the scene.

The stewards put on their clothes and trousers in a state of embarrassment, rushed out and gave him a warm welcome.

Nan Ye held her head high and waved her fat hand, telling them to call all the Xinzheku people.

The stewards complied, and skipped and skipped.

After a cup of tea, everyone is together, and there is a large piece of black.

Xiangjiu huddled in the crowd, yawned with his sleeves folded.

He heard Nanye call her name.

She opened her sleepy eyes at once, and watched Nanye announce with a sad face that she would take back the rewards from the imperial prince - golden nanmu dung cart and Gong bucket brush.

The reason is that she caused trouble in the palace.

Xiangjiu: "..."

I thought it was something terrible, but I didn't expect...

All Xinzheku people: Grass!

Only Xiangjiu sees the essence through the phenomenon: she has no thighs to hug.

In other words, she lost the favor of the prince.

No, no, this is life-threatening.

Although she despises the fact that the imperial master and the overlord gang up on her, but... anyway, the imperial master is a backer, a big backer.

How many people want to climb.

Lying on the quilt, Xiangjiu was like a big pancake, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

Racking his brains, thinking about how to regain the Sacred Heart.

The next day, it was her turn to weed outside the three halls, which was next to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so she found a reason to slip away.

"Eunuch Jingxi, this servant is asking to see the emperor's master." She said in front of the door outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Jing Xi is the second eunuch besides Nan Ye who is close to Mu Su Rao, so he naturally knows that Mu Su Rao is different from Xiang Jiu.

Wen Yan said: "Come again tomorrow... Xiaozhu Ruan came here before you..."

If you go in now, it won't be like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.With Ruan Ruge's savage temperament, Xiang Jiu must be unable to bear it and walk around.

Xiangjiu thanked him for his reminder.

He pricked up his ears to listen again, and sure enough, he heard the one who came by the wind... howling.

"The emperor's sons, ministers and concubines have been wronged!"

"My lord, I beg you to meet my concubine!"

"It must be that little eunuch who arranges the concubines indiscriminately. How can there be her in the concubine's heart? You are the only one!"

The "little eunuch" in the words clearly refers to Xiang Jiu.

It seems to be a real feud.

Xiangjiu mourning came from it.

At this moment, she seemed to see her miserable future.

Shu's eyes lit up, he bid farewell to Jing Xi, and ran away as if impatient.

She walked through Xitongzi Long Street and came to the west side of the Forbidden City.

This is another world, where the widows of former emperors lived.

The largest and most magnificent is the Compassionate Ning Palace, the slightly inferior one is the Shoukang Palace, and the bottom one is... the Shouan Palace.

The main seat is Duan Taifei.

Concubine Duan is somewhat similar to Concubine Huanggui, with a soft temper and a kind heart.

But I don't like worshiping Buddha, but I like listening to operas.For this reason, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent people to set up a small stage in the courtyard.

My favorite is "Romance of the West Chamber".

The huqin and gongs and drums are constantly played every day.

It's just that he has been silent for the past two days, and his heart is all tied to the scalded Fifth Prince Mu Suting.

When Xiangjiu came to see him, she had just finished administering the medicine for Mu Suting, and she patted his vest to coax him to sleep.

Aunt Qingyan lowered her voice and asked, "Concubine Tai, do you want to see this eunuch?"

"Did she say which palace she is from?"

"...Xinzheku."

Concubine Duan withdrew her gaze: "Send her away."

Aunt Qingyan took two steps forward and said, "Her name is Xiangjiu."

This name can be described as thunderous.

Concubine Duan's raised palm froze: "Keep her, I'll be here soon."

Ruan Ruge was kneeling in front of the hall, her back was sore and her voice was hoarse, and Mu Surao was not there to announce her into the hall.

So she behaved a little better, just holding a silk handkerchief and wiping away her tears.

For the eighth time, Nanye persuaded her earnestly: "Young master Ruan, you should come back earlier, the imperial master has a lot of memorials to approve."

in fact……

Mu Surao's memorial has already been approved.

Sitting on the top of the wheel ladder, looking for Rong Luo's portrait from the height of the bookshelf.

Even though it was a sunny day, she had people hand over the lights in the house.

It seems that they are afraid that the people in the painting will not be seen clearly.

Most of the portraits in the palace are handed over to the painters of Ruyi Pavilion.

Only this one was painted by her own hands, with each stroke and ink, all of which are full of sincerity and sincerity.

The painting is the first meeting between her and Rong Luo.

In the snowy sky, Rong Luo was smiling at her, his smile was so gentle and warm.

The eyes are full of confusion, only Rong Luo is the most beautiful.

...much better than that dead eunuch Xiangjiu.

Mu Surao put the painting on his knees, looked up at the glazed palace lantern hanging high above.

Long sigh.

"Nan Ye." She shouted.

Nan Ye, who was still dealing with Ruan Ruge, jumped on his shoulder, slid into Xinuang Pavilion, and stood still in front of the bookshelf.

"The servant is here."

The temples were slightly loose, and Mu Surao pulled a strand of black hair behind her ear: "She... did she come to apologize?"

she?

Nan Ye's eyes rolled around, Fang remembered who Mu Surao was talking about, and said coyly: "...No, I didn't come."

Mu Surao stared at him in death.

Nan Ye hastily changed his words: "But hurry up, Xin Zheku has a lot of rough jobs, I don't think Master Xiang will be in time—"

"Forget it if you don't come! I don't want to see her anyway!"

Nanye: A duplicity woman~

After half an hour.

Mu Surao who was reading the script: "Is she here?"

Nanye: "...Nope."

After a stick of incense.

Teasing the warm Mu Surao: "Is she here?"

Nanye: "...Nope."

A quarter of an hour later.

Mu Surao who was tasting tea: "Is she here?"

Nanye: "...Nope."

"Why don't you go to Xinzheku to find her?"

Mu Surao: Don't hit me!

As soon as Xiangjiu came out of Shou'an Palace, she was in a good mood, like a magpie that had found food.

Right now the city is full of wind and rain, she hasn't come back for a long time, Fu Mo'er is flustered, worried that she will be arrested by Ruan Ruge.

That is the master who eats people but does not spit out his bones. He has a life to go and a life to return.

It was dark in a flash.

She couldn't wait any longer, so she ran out to find someone.

As soon as he got under the lintel of Xin Zheku, he bumped into Xiang Jiu who came back.

Xiangjiu bared her teeth in pain, silently feeling sorry for her chest, which had already suffered from the pain of being wrapped in a chest cloth.

Fu Mo'er wanted to rub her for her, and she stretched out her hand, but she grabbed her.

The strength is amazing.

Quite a desperate posture.

Fu Mo'er said aggrievedly, "A dog who bites Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart."

Xiangjiu hurriedly let go and joked with her: "A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

Fu Mo'er wrinkled her nose at her, turned her face to teach her, to the effect that, don't run around if things are not peaceful recently.

That tone, like an adult.

Immediately, he went back to the warehouse holding Xiang Jiu's arm, took a new candle and lit it.

The two siblings were lying on the edge of the table, facing each other through the hazy yellow light.

Fu Mo'er whispered: "Brother, the imperial lord will punish Ruan Xiaozhu for a month at noon today. You must be careful, she will definitely wait for the opportunity to take revenge on you."

She was careful in everything in Xianfu Palace earlier, but she was fined into Xinzheku for breaking a bowl that night.

What a big deal.

This shows how small-minded Ruan Ruge is.

Xiang Jiu patted her on the head: "Don't worry, brother has made arrangements."

"What do you mean?"

Xiang Jiu snapped his fingers and said in a mysterious way: "Brother promised you to take you away from Xinzheku, so I went to Yongshou Palace and found Concubine Duan."

Fu Mo'er choked: "What!"

It's a long story, but since Fu Mo'er is still a little flower that needs to be taken care of, Xiang Jiu decided to make a long story short.

"Princess Duan understands the truth, and knows that the emperor's son has no intention of harming their mother and son, but she also wants to seek justice—"

"Who are you asking for? How?" Fu Mo'er felt that Xiang Jiu was not far from death.

"Brother, why are you causing trouble!"

Still have too little work experience.

"Don't worry about it. Brother has his own arrangements. Concubine Duan also agreed. After the matter is completed, the two of us will go to Shou'an Palace to serve."

Fu Mo'er looked at her with "sorry for her misfortune".

Xiangjiu didn't care at all, and urged her to go to bed.

Then, looking up at the starry sky alone, counting the few stars.

Serving Concubine Duan seems to be thankless, and if she is not careful, she may be abandoned by Concubine Duan without hesitation in order to protect herself.

But high risk high reward.

What they, Jujiucheng, do is hang their heads on the waistband of their trousers.

Such risks are simply trivial.

If it works, she can kill three birds with one stone——

First, I was able to leave Xinzheku smoothly.

Secondly, he not only helped Duantai concubine to seek justice, but also restored the innocence of the emperor, and won his favor again.

Three times... At that time, she will have two thighs to hug, and she can challenge Ruan Ruge with her head held high.

For this reason, she went out of the palace on purpose, and went to Fengyue Xiaolou to discuss with Mai Leren.

Although Maitreya Ren is a restaurant owner who can only lose money, but in the fine work industry, his professionalism is extremely high, and he is the number one figure in the world.

Xiang Jiu squatted side by side with him under the eaves of the backyard, one smashing walnuts and the other eating walnuts.

Described in detail the next plan.

"What the hell?" Maitreya spat out the walnut dregs in his mouth, "You are still staying in Xinzheku!"

When he came back last time, he vowed to be transferred to another place, but this time he told him that he was still in the place where the birds didn't shit.

Xiangjiu could see what he was thinking: "Last time it was a plan, this time it's an actual action—"

"Ancestor, you can really dawdle."

"It's coming soon, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

She shook off a piece of goatskin hidden in her bosom, on which something was neatly written with carbon blocks.

Maitreya took a look at it reluctantly.

It turned out to be a plan.

Action time, target number, backup plan, ultimate goal, etc., are all in one.

Maitreya was relieved.

God, it's been four months, and the second city lord is finally going to make a move.

He walked up to the second floor with thumping steps.

When I came back, I took a stack of freshly cut rice paper.

Write and draw on it with a little wolf hair.

Suddenly frowning, suddenly scratching the cheek.It seems that there is a problem.

Xiang Jiu leaned over to look curiously.

"What are you messing with?"

Maitreya said earnestly: "The business has been sluggish recently, so I have time to write my autobiography."

Xiangjiu: "..."

"I have already thought of the name."

"what is it call?"

"The first half of my life."

Maitreya said enthusiastically: "I also wrote about you, especially the part where you were abandoned by Su Su in Beiyuan for cheating money and sex. I comforted you day and night—"

Xiangjiu: I, that's true love!

Maitreya Ren: "Sneaking into the Forbidden City this time is also a wonderful episode, I want to write it together."

Xiangjiu: "..."

reconcile

The matter has been decided, so let's do it.

Concubine Duan said that it was a young eunuch named Wen Bao who served Mu Surao tea in the upper study that day.

Xiangjiu went after this clue.

Whenever there is a chance, he will leave the work in hand and follow others quietly. For several days in a row, he has not gained much.

Fu Mo'er was worried about her and always asked her how things were going.

After learning that nothing was found, he was worried and said: "It's over, if the matter doesn't work out, we will offend even Concubine Duan."

She began to snap her fingers one by one, counting the people Xiangjiu had offended recently, Fu Aisou, Ruan Ruge, Duantai concubine...

Xiangjiu didn't tell her that there was...the emperor's son.

If she finds out about this, she must be dragged and hanged on the spot, in order to leave a whole body.

By the way, there is another one—Concubine Meng who fell in love with her beauty.

Xiang Jiu was more worried than Fu Mo'er all of a sudden, lamenting the unfavorable time and making too many enemies.

Also one is higher than the other.

She smiled at Fu Mo'er: "Don't worry, a fox will always show its tail."

Fu Mo'er was annoyed at her: "I'm afraid our lives will be gone before his tail is exposed."

After saying that, he picked up the brass basin and went to wash his hair by the well.

Xiangjiu is helpless, how can this little girl grow up with other people's ambition.

He picked up the teapot on the table, bit the spout, took a few big gulps, and drank it upside down.

The heat in the whole body dissipated, and the mind gradually became clear.

She thought that she should not only keep an eye on Wen Bao during the day, but also at night, since the dead of night is a good time for sneaking around.

Thus, sleep time is sacrificed.

Become a night owl, jump over the wall and jump into the upper study every night, the cat is in the haystack outside the warm room.

This night, the moon is still dark and the wind is high.

The upper study is still the upper study.

On a whim, Xiang Jiu decided to change to a haystack cat, just like changing Feng Shui to change his mood.

This change, change things.

As soon as he squatted in, his mouth was suddenly covered.

Xiangjiu was startled, but not afraid.

Concentrating on his dantian, when he wanted to compete with this thief, he called her in a low voice.

"Xiang Jiu?"

Xiangjiu was stunned, and turned to look at him.

It was Jing Xi!

I'm a darling!

"Why are you here?" Xiang Jiu preempted.

Jing Xi hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't want to answer.

After thinking about it later, I remembered that Xiangjiu had a very close relationship with the emperor's son, and he would have to know about it sooner or later, and it was not easy to hide it.

"The imperial master asked me to watch a little eunuch named Wen Bao. He intentionally scalded the imperial master."

"Is the imperial master injured?" Xiang Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a nervous look, no one would believe that he had no sex with Mu Surao.

Jing Xi is not as compassionate as Nanye, who sees through without telling the truth.

"After applying the medicine, it's much better."

Only then did Xiang Jiu realize that he had overreacted, and touched the tip of his nose resentfully.

Jing Xi asked again: "What about you, why are you here?"

Xiang Jiu didn't blush when she lied: "I also heard that Wen Bao had a problem, so I deliberately came to keep an eye on him, so as to get back the prince's innocence."

Jing Xi: So it was because of love.

He was moved, but at the same time admired.

Look, look, the palace's imperial attendants keep saying that they only love the imperial master.

In fact, no one stood up to say something fair for the emperor.

I just want to take advantage of this position to win favor.

It is less than one-tenth of Yixin Zheku's eunuch.

Jing Xi was emotional, his throat tightened, his eyes became hot, and he praised three "good" words in a row.

Xiangjiu asked, "Eunuch Jingxi, why are you doing this?"

Jing Xi wiped away his snot and tears: "I am happy for the imperial master."

After so many years, I finally met a caring person who knows the cold and the hot.

Xiangjiu: "..."

Being alone is the best way to cultivate relationships.

In the long night, idleness is also idleness, the two of them simply chatted without saying a word.

Xiangjiu was a wanderer, and entered the palace under a false name, so she didn't dare to say too much, for fear of leaking, most of the time it was Jing Xi who started talking.

Don't look at Jing Xi who is usually warm and slow, but he talks quite a lot when he gets acquainted.

But the tone is slow, like a simmering fire on a stove.

Only then did Xiangjiu know that he was as old as Mu Surao, and entered the palace at the age of 13.

It was also lucky that he was sent to serve by Mu Surao's side on the first day of his errand.

In the same year when the first emperor passed away, he went on a steady rise and moved into the Hall of Mental Cultivation along with Mu Surao.

Since then, even a eunuch is superior to others.

"At that time, the imperial master was young. Prince Long followed the example of the former regent and controlled the government together with the empress dowager. The imperial master was in power, but he was unable to govern himself..."

His eyes shone brightly, as if recalling the glorious past.

Xiangjiu was fascinated by what she heard, and felt sorry for Mu Surao.

"And then?" she asked.

"Thanks to the protection of the imperial concubine," Jing Xi said with relief, "the matriarchal forces of the imperial concubine are deeply intertwined in the court, and they have contained Prince Long's party."

Afterwards, as Mu Surao grew older, he had plans in his heart to suppress Prince Long's party.

Xiang Jiu thought to himself, no wonder Prince Long jumped over the wall in such a hurry and came to find me in Jujiu City.

Speaking of this, the sun is rising in the east, and the sky is turning pale, and this place can no longer stay for long.

Jing Xi bid farewell to her, and agreed to meet in this haystack tonight.

Let's chat from poetry to philosophy of life together.

Xiangjiu agreed, and when he came at night, he went to pick the lock of the imperial dining room, and stole a jug of wine, a plate of peanuts, and a stewed duck.

I plan to "raise a glass to invite the bright moon" with Jing Xi.

However, it was not Jing Xi who came this night, but Mu Su Rao.

At that time, Xiang Jiu huddled in the haystack, opened the food box, and laid out vegetables and wine.

Seeing movement outside, without even thinking about it, he held his hand and said, "Come on, come on."

The tone is lively and the tone is eager.

It was only when someone really sat next to her that something was wrong.

It smells good.

She sniffed.

It is a kind of fragrance from a daughter's home, shallow and faint, penetrating to the bottom of people's hearts.

Also... inexplicably familiar.

Xiang Jiu's head buzzed and exploded.The buttocks seemed to be pricked by needles, and they could no longer sit still, and crawled out on all fours.

Mu Surao grabbed the hem of his clothes.

He said coldly, "Come back."

Xiangjiu shuddered and turned around in the cramped space: "Greetings to the imperial master."

"Sit down."

Xiangjiu hurriedly sat back to her original place.

"Why is the prince here?"

This question is a bit difficult.

This morning, Jing Xi went back to report to her, and revealed all about her encounter with Xiang Jiu last night.

Tears filled the eyes of Nanye who was on the side.

Persuading her: "My lord, you see that Miss Xiang is all about you, adults don't care about villains, so don't get angry with her."

It's not worth it for Ruan Ruge.

Immediately, I imagined the lonely back of Xiangjiu squatting outside the upper study all night...

Bitter.

After hearing what Jing Xi said, her heart was already soft, and when she was tossed by Nan Ye again, her hard-hearted heart turned into soft fingers.

That's it.

Be forgiving and forgiving.

Immediately asked Nanye to send the retrieved golden nanmu dung cart back to Xinzheku.

Nanye: "..."

"My lord, you forgot, you asked the servant to give it to the imperial dining room... split it up and burn it as firewood."

She held her forehead: I have a headache.

Jing Xi said: "Then Xiangjiu will be sad for a long time."

"Xiang Jiu will go to the study room tonight, why not," Jing Xi turned into Yuelao, "Your Majesty, you go there in person?"

This is a bad idea.

But she took it.

So there is the situation at this moment.

Because he didn't know how to answer, he annoyed Xiangjiu: "... I want you to take care of it."

There was some coquettishness of a daughter in the words, as if she was angry with others.

He is no longer that high-ranking king.

Xiang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and his tense body gradually softened.

Suddenly Mu Surao said strangely: "This wine and vegetables..."

Xiangjiu is facing a formidable enemy.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's from the Imperial Dining Room."

Xiangjiu's mouth was stiff: "No."

Mu Surao raised his hands to pinch her ears.

Xiangjiu: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, she tightly closed her eyes, waiting for Mu Surao to torture her ears.

There is no text left, right, etc.

She boldly opened her eyelids a little, but saw Mu Surao looking at her without blinking.

Her eyes were deep, as if she wanted to see another person through her.

She lowered her head, avoiding Mu Surao's straightforward gaze.

He took out a medicine bottle from his waist.

It is quite small, not much bigger than a wine cup.

It is the scald medicine commonly used by Jujiu City.

She used the Zonghengzhu as a weapon, and sometimes hurt herself. She was afraid of accidents during this operation, so when she went to find Maitreya Shinobi this time, she asked for a can to keep by her side.

"My lord, this is for you."

Mu Surao looked at the small object lying in her palm, she really didn't like it, and pinched it on her fingertips: "What is it?"

"Scald medicine. Mingjian folk remedies, very effective."

"Brought it specially for me?"

"Yeah. Jing Xi said you were burned..." Xiang Jiu puffed her cheeks and looked shy.

Mu Surao is a little proud, she is still thinking about how to show her favor to Xiangjiu.

I didn't expect this little bastard to be one step ahead of her.

The palm spread out, revealing the swollen fingertips.

"Help me apply the medicine."

Then the Cold War ended and we made up.

Seeing that her attitude had softened, Xiangjiu naturally stepped down the donkey,

With a bump on his head, he lifted the lid of the medicine jar and dipped it with his fingertips.

When pinching Mu Surao's hand, he said politely: "Your servant offended you."

offend?

Mu Surao raised a corner of her lips: "I don't know who would dare to hold my hand the first time they see me."

Xiangjiu applied the medicine very softly, then suddenly paused, and said unwillingly: "Didn't you throw the slave into the Punishment Department at that time?"

Why are you bringing up old accounts?

"It's my fault for being soft-hearted, I should have taken your head off then," Mu Surao said to himself, but Xiang Jiu listened to it.

Xiangjiu thinks she cares about Ruan Ruge.

"Prince, you have misunderstood the servant and Ruan Xiaozhu."

Mu Surao raised her eyebrows lightly: "I don't care about this matter."

"Really?"

"of course."

Xiangjiu marveled at her broad-mindedness, she could even endure being cuckolded by a eunuch.

That saying goes, "Tolerance is beyond what ordinary people can bear, and what ordinary people cannot obtain."

It's just... amazing!

After the medicine was applied, General Xiang Jiu packed up the small medicine jar, and Mu Surao took it away.

She looked at the small medicine jar, then at Xiang Jiu: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Xiangjiu had lingering fears about the golden nanmu dung truck.

"...No need, this slave is your slave, so you should keep your dragon body in mind."

"Do you really think so?"

Xiang Jiuzhong nodded her head.

That being the case, Mu Surao can't force it.

Slightly disappointed, he said: "Well, I originally wanted to reward you with a courtyard house at Dashilan."

Gah!

Xiangjiu Petrochemical on the spot: You fucking didn't say it earlier! !

Dou Axing

What followed was Xiang Jiu's depressed time.

I buried my head in my knees, mourning the courtyard house that I had lost before I got it.

His whole body was wrapped in resentment.

Emperors are suspicious, and Mu Surao loves to speculate on the minds of his subjects when he has nothing to do, and after going back and forth, he finds out the way to spy on people's hearts.

It's even easier for a small guy like Xiang Jiu.

I thought that he regards money as dung, and clinker is a small money fan.

Mu Surao hugged her chest with both hands, admiring her pitiful appearance.

After waiting for enough rewards, he asked, "Do you want a courtyard house?"

Xiangjiu raised her face as if she had been reborn, her big black eyes shone brightly.

"Then I will reward you."

so kind?

Xiangjiu didn't believe it, and asked half-believingly: "This is really true..."

"Jinkou Yuyan."

Mu Surao took a break: "However, you have to help me track down the person behind Wen Bao."

Originally, Xiang Jiu came here for this matter, and he said straightforwardly: "This slave will definitely do everything possible, to confuse the emperor's master, to die, to be smashed to pieces, to go through fire and water—"

According to her excitement, it will be "death forever".

Mu Surao hurriedly stopped her.

Looking at the night, I yawned a long way.

Xiangjiu cleverly said: "Imperial Master sleeps all night long, you should go back to rest earlier, the slave will just watch over here."

Mu Surao closed her eyelids, stood up and stepped out of the haystack.

That swaying look doesn't look like he's here to squat, but it looks like he's here to inspect the work.

She has the air of ninety-five supreme.

Naturally, Xiangjiu's etiquette can be less, and he bent over and bowed his back to send her off respectfully.

The service attitude is the same as that of brothel women.

But Mu Surao was still calm.

Tingtingyu stood under the moonlight, carefully brushing the broken grass roots stuck to the hem of her skirt.

Xiangjiu: "..."

Finally, Her Majesty the Empress packed up and left.

Seeing her going back, Xiang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief.

When he was half relieved, he came back again.

There are thousands of postures and a calm mind.

"Next time," Mu Surao stared at the delicious food and drink, "If you dare to sneak into the imperial dining room again, I will chop off your paws."

Xiang Jiu hurriedly put his hands behind his back, with a shy face: "Never again."

As he spoke, he raised a standard grin.

The desire to survive is simply overwhelming.

Mu Surao was very satisfied.

Go humming a little tune.

Xiangjiu: A dominatrix! !

After Mu Surao's figure completely disappeared into the night, Xiang Jiu made seventeen or eighteen faces in the direction she left.

Just a little relieved.

Sitting in the haystack, eating vegetables and drinking.

In the middle of the night, he was defeated by sleepy bugs and dreamed of Duke Zhou.

Squeak.

The old door hinge was hoarse.

The blood of Jianghu in Xiangjiu's body boiled instantly.

With a jump in the muscles all over his body, he opened his eyes and looked at the person who came out of the house through the fine grass cracks.

Thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, his appearance is not good, which fits the appearance of a sinister villain very much.

It seems that Wen Bao didn't run away.

He tiptoedly closed the door, looked around in the corridor, and saw the world was silent, so he was relieved.

He stuck his head out and walked out quickly.

Xiangjiu was not in a hurry, put all the leftovers into the food box, performed lightness kung fu, and jumped onto the roof.

Eyes like a falcon, staring at the prey, refusing to carry anything.

Wen Bao was still cautious, turned his head every step, and hurried north.

Then he turned around and came to the Piku under the turret.

This is a desolate place comparable to Xinzheku and Beisan.

Belongs to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

How should I put it, there is a leather warehouse in the House of Internal Affairs, and all the furs are first-class.

The defective goods are all sent to the leather warehouse in the turret for storage, and are transported out of the palace every spring and summer, and resold to those fur merchants.

Don't look at the blemishes, they're going to be out there, and they're head-scratching goodies.

Xiangjiu was puzzled, what kind of medicine could be sold in this Wenbao gourd.

What's the good thing about Pico?

She flew over the eaves and walls, jumping like a bird, and her sleeves brushed against the night wind, whirring, whirring.

After a few blinks, it landed on the top of the turret.

Leaning slightly, he looked down at a corner of Piku's hut... lit up with an orange light.

There is a situation!

Xiang Jiu frowned, rolled in the air, and landed on the roof of the hut.

... Lift the roof tiles and look inside.

Fu Mo'er didn't know when Xiang Jiu would come back.

The morning sun shines through the tattered window screens, illuminating the dim warehouse.

Fu Mo'er got up sleepily, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Xiang Jiu who was sound asleep.

She seemed exhausted.

Sleep soundly in the quilt.

Fu Mo'er combed her hair and ran to poke her face.

He was caught by Xiang Jiu.

"Didn't you fall asleep?" Fu Mo'er broke free from the grasped hands.

"woke up."

Xiang Jiu sat up, her eyes were so clear, Fu Mo'er seriously suspected that she was pretending to sleep before.

"My brother has an important task for you."

"...What?" Fu Mo'er was a little nervous.

Xiang Jiu looked at her from top to bottom.

That weird look made Fu Mo'er's heart shudder, and she hugged herself instinctively.

"Have you heard of beauty tricks?"

Fu Mei Wen Wen Mo'er: "...No."

"In layman's terms, it's... seduce!"

Fu Mo'er understood that Xiang Jiu wanted her to sacrifice her appearance.

She took a step away, turned and ran.

How could Xiangjiu fulfill her wish, catch up to her, and grab her like an eagle catching a chick.

"Listen to me first."

Fu Mo'er waved her small fists: "If I don't listen, I won't listen."

But in the end, she compromised.

The reason is that what she wanted to seduce was not a man, but an eunuch.

She gets along with Xiangjiu day and night, calling her brother, but vaguely treats her as a sister.

Why?

Because Xiangjiu is really a mother, with thin skin and tender meat, delicate and juicy.

more woman than woman.

Just ask whose eunuch looks like this.

So, subtly, Fu Mo'er gradually treated all eunuchs equally.

The word "eunuch" is equivalent to "sister" in her mind.

She went to use beauty tricks for her sisters, which was not counted as seduction, but at most as making friends.

However, she was still too naive.

When she knew who this "sister" was, she... panicked.

This person's name is Dou Axing.

He is tall and big, with dark skin.

From a distance, it looks like a door panel, and it is impossible to regard him as a sister.

Such a figure and such a complexion earned him a certain reputation in the slave world of the Forbidden City.

Last night Xiangjiu lifted the roof tiles and recognized him immediately.

Fu Mo'er suffocated, showing signs of dying on the spot.

Xiangjiu said it was too late and then quickly, aiming to strangle her desperately, and successfully snatching her from the hand of Lord Yan.

"

Fu Mo'er stared at her with bulging eyes, hoping that she would find out with her conscience in time.

But...she didn't.

Fu Mo'er was in despair.

Standing in the middle of the long and deep corridor, she stroked the little yellow flowers that had been meticulously pinned on her hair, and touched her rouged and powdered face.

Reviewed Xiangjiu taught her to look at her eyes and twist her hips and waist.

A lively pose.

There is also a shoulder pole on the shoulder, and there are two big frames of firewood split into knots hanging from the front and back.

Heavy!

Xiangjiu has a good name: performance props.

Fu Mo'er insisted on reasoning and asked to replace the shoulder pole with a cart.

Xiang Jiu said——

The carts of our Xinzheku are all for pushing manure, so it is not suitable for them.And your makeup is exquisite today, and the cart will destroy your beauty.

Fu Mo'er objected, won't the pole be destroyed?

Xiang Jiu dismissed her objection indifferently.

She resigned to her fate and experienced the feeling of being soft-spoken.

Immediately came to the turret Piku, and wandered around it.

Looking for a good opportunity to seduce Dou Axing.

The so-called opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

At noon, Dou Axing walked out of the Piku to look for food in Tatan.

The sun above his head was scorching hot, and the sky and the earth were like a big steam oven, which made him sweat.

Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, one after another, like raindrops.

One was slightly mischievous and rolled into the eye.

"Ouch." He was in pain.

Raise your hands to knead.

Rubbed out a lot of tears Hanako, washed the eyeballs well.

The stinging sensation is gone, but the vision is blurred.

In the blur, she seemed to see Yi Pingting's pink figure.

It must be a court lady, he thought, all court ladies wear pink.

He didn't care at all, and stood there, waiting for the blur to fade and his vision to refocus.

Another inadvertent look up.

Ouch, how did this palace lady get here?