The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

The servant went out to have a look. "

With one step of his old cold legs, he opened the door curtain, and jumped out like a rabbit.

As soon as he arrived outside the hall, he was staggered by the summer heat wave.

Without caring too much, he ran from left to right in the hallway, and then from right to left.

Looking for Xiang Jiu's figure.

Jing Xi ran towards him with great joy: "Master, what are you looking for?"

Nanye wiped the sweat off his face indiscriminately, and asked, "Where is Miss Xiang?"

Jing Xi rubbed his shoulders: "I didn't see it."

"When I came back with the prince, she didn't follow me?"

"……No ah."

Nan Ye jumped anxiously: "Then look for it quickly!"

I am waiting for her as a life-saving straw.

There was a lot of movement on his side, and Mu Surao in the Nuan Pavilion must have known it, only heard a vague reprimand: "Nan Ye, who asked you to pass it on!"

Nanye: Huh, it seems that I can't wait for Miss Xiang to come to my rescue.

At that time, Xiang Jiu was still on his way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Don't blame her for walking slowly, but that the shackles are too heavy for her to walk fast.

She followed the large army all the way from the imperial garden, and saw the group of people throwing her further and further away.

After finally arriving at the Shoukang Palace of the imperial concubine, he thought he could take a breather for a while, and then asked Mu Suluo to help her pick off the things on her hands and feet.

However, the mother of Shou Kang Palace told her that you are late, and the emperor has already gone to the Shou An Palace of Duantai Concubine.

Xiangjiu wanted to cry but had no tears, tilted his neck, and started on the road again. When he arrived at the destination, he realized that Mu Surao had returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

What is this called!

No matter how good Xiangjiu is, her temper is not so good, and she keeps muttering along the way, the core content of which is to curse Mu Suluo to die alone.

When she arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she was already exhausted, and her neckline was soaked in two circles with sweat, which turned several points darker.

Just when Jing Xi came out to look for her, seeing her "comfortably" hiding under the wall basking in the sun, he said anxiously, "What are you doing! Everyone inside and outside the palace is waiting for you. The emperor is angry."

angry?

Get mad at her.

But the complaints are the complaints, Xiang Jiu dared to make Mu Surao anxious, now that she has made a contribution, she has to work harder to make Mu Surao happy.

Only in this way can the golden thigh be hugged tightly.

Sacrifice the hue, isn't it just for this day.

"Eunuch Jing Xi learned the lesson well, the young one will go in and apologize to the emperor." Xiang Jiu said respectfully.

Jing Xi had no choice but to lead the way for her, stopped in front of Xinuang Pavilion, and said through the curtain: "My lord, Xiang Jiu is here."

When Mu Surao opened his mouth, he said "roll".

After thinking about it, she swallowed it back—she told Xiang Jiu to get out that night, and the fact that Xiang Jiu really "got out" is still vivid in my memory.

But when I think about it again, I feel very aggrieved.

She is the emperor who is above ten thousand people, and she can't even scold a slave at any time.

Hmph, I'm going to scold you.

"Let her get the hell out... come in."

Mu Surao finally vomited out "roll", and felt much better.

Xiangjiu obeyed the sacred order, poked half of his head in first, his dark eyes rolled around.

It seems to be probing.It also seems to be playing tricks.

Mu Surao couldn't help but curled the corners of her lips, laughter overflowed from her throat, crisp and clear.

"Where did he go?" she asked.

Xiang Jiu pursed his lips, entered the Nuan Pavilion, shaking his hands and feet: "I have been following Director Nan, the shackles are too heavy, so I just walk slowly."

Looking slightly sideways, he found Nan Ye who was kneeling beside the pillar, and asked in surprise, "Why did Director Nan make you kneel?"

Nanye: Because I recognized you as my godson!

Mu Surao didn't intend to answer, turned around and said to Nan Ye: "The people from the Punishment Department came to loosen Xiang Jiu's hands and feet."

Nanye was overjoyed.

The prince is exempting him from punishment in a disguised form.

The power of love is really great, when the young master Xiang arrives, the prince seems to be a different person.

He kowtowed to Long En, stood up holding Fuchen, and turned to go outside.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Jiu said abruptly: "Don't bother Mr. Nan, he's busy with his work."

It means - you continue to kneel.

Nanye: "..."

There are generally only two situations when such blindness occurs.

First, Xiang Jiu is unintentional.

Second, Xiang Jiu did it on purpose.

Although Xiang Jiu has always acted stupidly, but at this moment, he seriously suspects that Xiang Jiu is in the second situation.

He couldn't figure it out.

He and Xiangjiu had no grievances or enmities, why did this fellow want to kill him.

The answer is actually very simple, nothing more than two words - venting anger.

Xiangjiu suffers from hardships and suffers, so he is always wronged, and always finds someone to vent his anger on.

This person cannot be the culprit, Mu Surao, so Nanye, the close servant, became the first choice.

Mu Surao originally cared about Nanye's recognition of Xiangjiu as his son, and felt that it would be okay for Nanye to kneel down again.

Sui said: "Then you can continue to kneel."

Nanye: "..."

He bowed his head to life, and resigned himself to his fate, returned to his original place and knelt down.

Who knew that Mu Surao said coldly, "Go out and kneel."

The meaning of the words is obvious, out of sight, out of mind.

Nan Yelin Daiyu wept with her face covered, stepping back and forth to make room for them in a two-person world where no one would bother them anymore.

Next, it was time for Xiang Jiu to play.

She greeted Mu Surao first, and then said: "Congratulations, imperial master, congratulations, imperial master."

"Gong what? Congratulations?" Mu Surao teased Xiang Jiu.

"Congratulations that the truth is revealed, and congratulations that the servant lived up to your expectations and returned your innocence."

"Erpilian." Mu Surao pinched Xiang Jiu's ear.

This is not congratulating her, it is clearly here to ask her for credit.

"Tell me, what reward do you want?"

She was asking a question, but her eyes inadvertently aimed at the imperial decree on the top of the bookshelf that promoted Xiang Jiu to be an imperial eunuch.

I hope that Xiangjiu will take the initiative to bring this matter up.

Xiangjiu rubbed her hands together: "You promised me before that you would reward me with Dashilan's...siheyuan."

Mu Surao nodded: "Jinkou Yuyan, I will not go back on my word."

Xiang Jiu smiled extremely brightly, opened his hem, and shouted "Long live my emperor, long live, long live".

After calling out, bow and leave.

This is back?

Mu Surao called her back.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Is there nothing else you want?"

Xiang Jiu lamented that she deserved to be a king with wealth all over the world, and she rewarded people endlessly.

She is not a person who likes to take advantage, but all the advantages are delivered to her door, and she does not take advantage of them.

"The slave really has another thing, and I want to ask the emperor to reward him."

Mu Surao praised her for finally enlightening her.

Suppressing the joy on his face, he stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Let's listen."

"The slave boldly begged the emperor's son to spare Dou Axing's life."

After all, he is not a treacherous person, at most he can be regarded as an accomplice, and the crime does not deserve death.

Xiang Jiu knelt down again.

Sincere attitude, eager eyes.

Mu Surao tasted a little bit.

Recalling the scene of Xiangjiu and Dou Axing in the gazebo that night.

"I... promise you, I will send him lightly."

As soon as Xiangjiu heard it, he began to shout long live my emperor again.

Breathe harder than before.

Mu Surao put on a dirty face, as for, he was so happy for a Dou Axing.

She asked again: "Is there anything else you want..."

Can I still ask for it?

So fucking rich.

For the first time, Xiangjiu had the idea that marrying the prince's son and being a "male favourite" would be a good idea.

She was flattered and replied: "To win the favor of the emperor's master, the slave is already satisfied and dare not ask for extravagance."

Mu Surao: You can have it.

She reminded: "You don't want to leave Xinzheku?"

People go to high places, even if they are eunuchs, they can have dreams.

First set a small goal for yourself, such as "the eunuch in front of the imperial court".

Xiang Jiu bit her lip.

Of course, Xin Zheku is going to leave. Isn't she busy with this matter recently?

And I've found my next home—Concubine Duantai.

Therefore, there is no need to ask Mu Surao for rewards in this regard.

Against his will, he said, "I don't want to."

Mu Surao: "..."

You don't want to make progress, you are not as good as my Rong Luo.

At this time, Jing Xi came in.

Seeing Mu Suluo's uncertain expression, he couldn't help being terrified: "My lord, my lord, the steward of the Punishment Department has come to unshackle Xiang Jiu."

Mu Surao grabs the pibo, and speaks irritably, "Let him go back and forth from wherever he comes from."

"Prince, the slave's hands and feet are still bound." Xiang Jiu cried and shook the heavy object on his wrist.

"Wear it forever!"

Xiangjiu: "..."

laxative

The most poisonous woman.

This is Xiang Jiu's new evaluation for Mu Su Rao.

Turning her face at the first two words, and chattering a few more words, wouldn't it mean that she ransacked her family and exterminated her family.

But so what, he is the emperor, there is no other way but to get used to it.

Xiangjiu deserves to be the godson of Nanye, and Lihua comes with the rain when he says it.

He rushed forward, cried and hugged Mu Surao's leg, howled several times at the top of his lungs.

But it's not howling, there is still content.

What are "heartfelt" and "absolutely unambiguous".

Turn the subject around again and say "The Holy Grace is merciful".

Step by step, there are mats.

Mu Surao pinched her warm ears again, much stronger than before.

Twist half a turn forward and half a turn back.

This one hugs the other and twists, like a couple at odds.

Jing Xi didn't dare to look, but fortunately the man was standing on the edge of the door curtain, and with a stride of his long legs, he slipped out without anyone noticing.

Xiangjiu became more courageous, hugged Mu Surao's leg, and even grabbed Mu Surao's hand that twisted her ear.

The warmth of her palms spread to Mu Surao's heart through each other's skin.

Women are all masters who eat soft but not hard.

Even though Mu Surao is superior, she is still a little girl who needs to be pampered.

As soon as Xiang Jiu used this soft method, she lost her armor a little bit.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as Rong Luo, I wanted to surrender.

She collected herself and barely regained her senses.

Withdrew his hand like an electric shock, turned sideways, avoided Xiang Jiu, and also avoided Rong Luo.

"Princess?" Xiang Jiu called out warmly.

Mu Surao was unmoved.

"Imperial Master?" Xiang Jiu continued his efforts.

Mu Surao closed her eyes.

So Xiangjiu continued her great cause of crying and crying, with snot and tears, trying to awaken Mu Surao's conscience deep in her heart and make her feel distressed.

But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Mu Surao didn't feel distressed, only a headache.

Both are "painful", so they have the same effect, Mu Surao raised her chin and said impatiently, "Go, go."

It appears to be a compromise.

Xiangjiu was delighted: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

Immediately, he put on his clothes and stood up.

And it was this movement of getting up that made Mu Surao's eyes condense.

Because Xiang Jiu's movement of lifting the hem of the clothes is too girly, it seems that it is not the hem of the clothes, but the hem of the skirt.

Rong Luo in memory is like this.

There are many lush and green hillsides in Beiyuan, and Rong Luo likes to climb to the top to watch the sunrise and sunset.

Whenever this happened, she would jump into her cowhide tent and say, "Susu, come with me."

She refused to let her wish come true: "It's cold outside, and the top of the slope is even colder, I don't want it."

But his feet always approached her disobediently, followed her out of the tent, and followed her up the slope.

Achnatherum splendens grows on the slope.

Always scraping Rong Luo's skirt.

Rong Luo held her in one hand and the skirt in the other, and said, "When you and I are both old, let's do it this way."

The memories came to an abrupt end here, and Mu Surao's eye sockets were already flushed.

She looked at Xiang Jiu's back and became suspicious again——

Could Xiang Jiu be Rong Luo?

Such suspicions are more ferocious than ever before.

After leaving the Xinuang Pavilion, Xiangjiu felt the joy of escaping from heaven.

Asked Jing Xi: "Is the manager of the Punishment Department still in charge?"

Jing Xi replied: "Not here anymore, the imperial master asked him to go, who dares to let him stay."

Xiangjiu asked him to help him chase, saying that the imperial master had calmed down, and allowed her to untie her hands and feet.

As he spoke, he crossed the threshold of His Royal Highness, and saw Nan Ye kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, staring at her with resentful eyes.

Be as creepy as you want.

Kneeling beside him were two other brothers—Dou Axing and Wen Bao.

The resentment in his eyes was much deeper than his.

Three become tigers.

"If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman" is written on their faces.

Xiangjiu was not the tough guy who was not afraid of anything that day. He shrank his neck like the turtle and grabbed Jing Xi who was about to lift his feet.

"I'll go after it myself."

Before the voice hit the ground, she disappeared without a trace at the speed of an arrow from the string.

The two lumps of iron on his hands and feet were as light as a feather.

This night belongs to Fu Mo'er and Xiang Jiu's carnival night.

Fu Mo'er got a jug of good wine from somewhere, and drank with Xiang Jiu under the old locust tree.

Speaking of which, this was her first time drinking.

Sticking out his tongue, shouting hot.

Xiangjiu flicked her forehead, laughing at her as a living treasure.

Fu Mo'er stomped her feet, as if she was holding her breath, leaned back, and swallowed the whole drink.

Then... people get drunk.

Squinting, blushing, and started crying and laughing.

He was crying because his own brother Fushou died young, and he was laughing because he had a new brother Xiangjiu.

After crying enough and laughing enough, he stood up against the tree trunk and planned to sing a song to Xiang Jiuwu.

Xiangjiu was afraid that she would become unstable and tilt her foot, so she stepped forward to protect her.

But she became crazy about drinking, pointed to Xiang Jiu's nose and said, "Don't dangle around."

"It's obvious that you can't stand firmly." Xiang Jiu explained.

Fu Mo'er went online and punched Xiang Jiu, "Why are you still shaking!"

As he spoke, he held Xiang Jiu's head in his hands, and put her neck that had been crooked for a day back on track.

hiss!

Xiangjiu was in so much pain that she was almost cramping, she pushed the crazy girl away, and rubbed the sore spot desperately.