The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

, raised his fist and hammered his thigh vigorously, one punch, two punches, three punches and four punches...

He successfully attracted the attention of the two people on the ebony seat.

They turned their heads and stared at him!

Nanye's legs became more and more unbearable, not only did not obey, but also became limp, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

His back was drenched in cold sweat, and he said bravely, "Your Majesty's servant, let's go out now."

As soon as the words were spoken, a stack of memorials flew towards him, smashing his hat, and he didn't care to pick it up, he just wanted to escape for his life.

Although his legs are gone, he still has arms, and even if he is physically disabled, he has to climb out, and he climbs very fast, without being dragged down by his weight or age.

Mu Surao watched him with fiery eyes, and secretly made up her mind to pull him away and eunuch him again, no, twice!

It wasn't until Nanye disappeared behind the curtain that she looked away, and suddenly changed her expression, her winking eyes were like silk, full of charm.

"Ignore her, let's continue."

Xiangjiu: "..."

Without any scruples about her status, Xiang Jiu didn't hold Mu Su Rao high, instead she raised her hand and slapped Mu Su Rao on the arm.

"Take it off yourself."

Mu Surao's eyes were sour, and she accused her of destroying flowers: "I won't show it to you."

While speaking, he pushed Xiang Jiu away, straightened his waist, like a door panel.

Both hands tightly covered the collar, with an appearance of "If you dare to touch me, I will die for you".

This cover lasted until night.

In order to bet on this, Mu Surao didn't even change her clothes, and she didn't let Qiongyu Mama serve her, so she closed her clothes and fell asleep.

Xiang Jiu looked at her back, and lamented that she was so sad that she hadn't found the red mole on her left chest yet.

It's all because of Nan Ye who suffered a thousand knives.

She took off her suede boots and climbed onto the couch lightly.

"Imperial Master." Holding back his anger, he rolled his lips and smiled dryly, trying to be servile.

The old god Mu Surao was there, so he ignored her.

She shouted again: "My lord."

"roll."

Xiang Jiu poked her ears with pointed fingers: "You're still angry."

Mu Surao was so angry, the corners of his eyes were slightly red: "No!"

Clearly closing her eyes and talking nonsense, Xiang Jiu sticks out her tongue, takes her hand, and puts it on her face: "Your servant made a mistake, come and call me back."

Mu Surao really wanted to hit her, so she sat up and raised her hands high...

Xiangjiu loves her face the most, and immediately learns from Nuan Rongrong, curling up her limbs, and rolling into the arms of the person in front of her.

Mu Surao was caught off guard and felt a warm heat in her chest. She held Xiang Jiu's face and pushed her mercilessly.

Xiangjiu acted like a rascal, with two hands and two feet, like a huge iron claw, grabbing and holding on, not letting go.

"Why are you like this?" Mu Surao scolded.

Xiang Jiu climbed onto her shoulder, rubbed her cheek against her neck, and said softly, "My lord, this servant is really wrong. Tonight, I will agree to whatever you ask me to do."

Come on, call me to bed.

She said this coquettishly, with a trailing sound, like a cat being lazy.

Mu Surao's breathing suddenly became hot, and the sound of each exhalation became a bit heavier, dragging slowly in the air.

Xiang Jiu struck while the iron was hot, put down the bright yellow silk curtains, and separated a corner with a hazy atmosphere, warm, ambiguous, and faintly fragrant.

Xiangjiu moved closer to her, very close, almost breathless.

But Mu Surao couldn't let go, and the lips that Xiang Jiujiang hadn't touched were itchy, as if countless tiny ants were scratching them.

She backed away shyly, bent her legs, and buried her face in her arms.

Xiang Jiu froze: "Imperial Master?"

"I, I... I'm afraid." Mu Surao's toes were exposed outside the quilt, each one of them looked like white jade bumps, and she was restlessly kicking and rubbing on the mattress.

I haven't done it again!

What are you afraid of!

Xiangjiu didn't care, she was the one who sacrificed her appearance, so Mu Surao felt really embarrassed.

With a big wave of her little claws, as if making up her mind, she suddenly lifted the quilt and squeezed in, and made a rude bear attack.

Mu Surao resisted the kiss she offered: "It's too sudden, I'm still angry."

If you don't coax her well, you won't let her kiss you.

Xiang Jiu decided to retreat, and said coldly, "Are you sure?"

Immediately let go of Mu Surao.

The embrace suddenly became empty, Mu Surao lost her warmth and peace of mind, and hurriedly threw herself into her embrace: "No, no, don't go."

Xiangjiu was in a dilemma: "My servant first think of a way to calm you down."

"I'm not angry anymore."

Xiang Jiu opened his eyes wide, looked at her carefully, and said seriously: "The emperor is talking nonsense."

Mu Surao hugged her, and slowly pushed the soft voice to her ear: "Really~"

Xiangjiu's eyes are slightly raised, and there is a clear smile in his eyes.

Mu Surao hugged her even tighter, and both of them fell into the pillow together.

The night was as quiet as ever, but it wasn't quiet either.

The moon is full and the moon is misty.

There was a light breeze under the clouds, cool but soft.

The candles in the dormitory burned all night, swaying gently with the wind, and the half-bright and half-dark light shrouded the pair of Bi people on the couch through the tent.

苏素

The east is white.

Xiangjiu folded her sleeves and sat cross-legged on the side of the couch, looking sideways at the blush on the horizon.

Why.she sighs.

Hey.She sighed again.

A white and slender arm protruded from the quilt, along her back, climbed onto her shoulders, fingertips plucked the red and fleshy earlobes.

Xiang Jiu shrugged, as if struggling.

The owner of the hand was not happy, wrapped in a quilt, and hugged her small waist from behind, as if dissatisfied, he also pinched two taels of flesh on the side of her waist and twisted it.

Xiang Jiu gasped: "It hurts."

Her final voice trembled, extremely pitiful.

Mu Surao's heartstrings trembled, one corner collapsed, and he rubbed her with his backhand.

"I hurt you."

Asking knowingly, Xiang Jiu looked back at her and waited for her, eyes full of sorrow.

Mu Surao hurriedly apologized, "I'm just kidding with you."

She sniffed at Xiang Jiu's face: "You behaved so well last night, I wouldn't be willing to really pinch you."

When talking about last night, Xiangjiu had mixed feelings in her heart, mainly because the impact of the red mole was too great, and she still hasn't recovered from it.

How to put it, Concubine Duan has no reason to lie to her, so she is [-]% sure that Mu Surao is Su Su, and the remaining [-]% needs physical evidence to prove it.

The red mole is the physical evidence.

It's just that the moment he saw it, Xiang Jiu didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

In the past five years, she has thought about Su Su day and night, and has mixed love and resentment, and now she is working for Prince Long and has become an opponent.

However, one time last night was not enough for Mu Surao, so she had to pester her until midnight, which made her back ache and physically and mentally exhausted.

Now I just want to borrow Qiu Baishan's tobacco rod to smoke a couple of puffs to wake up my mind.

Afraid that she would catch a cold, Mu Surao unfolded the quilt and wrapped her up.

The scalding body temperature slowly passed through the thin clothing and penetrated into the limbs. Xiang Jiu shivered comfortably and hummed twice.

Leaning back, she lay down in Mu Surao's embrace.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Surao asked.

Xiang Jiu closed his eyes and lazily said, "I'm just tired."

The simple words made Mu Surao blush and bit her lower lip guilty, she made too much noise last night.

"Why don't... Zhenxuan imperial physician come to show you." Indulging in excessive desire prescribes some tonic.

Xiangjiu peeped out her mind, and squinted at her: "Can't you despise me?"

Mu Surao hooked her fingers, pinched them, and explained in a pretentious way: "I'm worried that you won't be able to bear it."

"Why didn't you realize this last night?"

Embarrassed, Mu Surao squeezed her hand and punched her: "I miss you so much," she said as she opened her hand, five fingers stood upright, like green onions that had just been fished out of water, "Five years, I miss you so much." I haven't had meat in five years."

A total of 820 days, the ghost knows how she survived every night when everyone was quiet.

Xiangjiu felt a little joy in his heart, but his mouth was insistent: "I don't believe it."

Harem beauties, can you remain indifferent?

Mu Surao immediately swore to the sky, and when he was about to recite the set of oaths of "Heaven strikes five thunders, you will die a good death", a treacherous light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Pushing Xiang Jiu back to the couch, he said excitedly: "Since you don't believe me, then I have no choice but to follow you—"

Mu Surao bullies her lower body and bites Xiangjiu's lips.

Xiangjiu: "Ugh!!!"

Nanny Qiongyu, as always, knocked on Mu Surao's door before daybreak.

"My lord, it's time to get up."

According to the rules, she has to knock three times, three sounds each time.

Within three times, Mu Surao had to answer her, but today... after three rings, she didn't receive any response.

Is she old and deaf?

She held her breath, pressed her ears against the window screen, and suddenly heard a gasp inside.

In just one syllable, there are thousands of turns in a daze, and the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

Then there was another sound.

Sister Qiongyu seemed to have been pierced by something in her ears, and hurriedly retracted her neck, her eyes were startled and frightened, her lips were trembling and she backed away again and again.

The maids behind supported her waist, for fear that she would back off and stagger.

They all asked, "Mommy, what's the matter?"

Nanny Qiongyu pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, the prince is talking in his sleep."

Ladies:? ? ? ?

So they did not enter the house uncharacteristically, and stood side by side outside the green gauze cabinet, waiting quietly, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, until the sun completely jumped out of the east and hung high.

One person urged: "Nurse, it's too late."

Mother Qiongyu sighed, who said it was wrong, if the old officials blamed her, they would definitely blame her.

But she didn't dare to disturb the prince's prostitution during the day.

So he went to ask Nanye, the chief eunuch, to make up his mind.

Nan Ye was unhappy with Mu Su Rao yesterday, and he couldn't protect himself, so he threw the hot potato to the respect room.

Everyone in the respect room was dumbstruck, since Mu Surao came to the throne, the business they worked in the room hadn't been carried out for ten years.

They were caught off guard by the sudden arrival.

Afraid of mistakes, he cruelly threw the hot potato back to Aunt Qiongyu, the reason being that it was not the business hours of the respect room.

Aunt Qiongyu is so hateful.

Dwdling back and forth, the time to go to court has long been delayed, and it is not a solution to continue like this.

"Prince—"

"I still want~"

Jiao Didi begged and slipped out from the crack of the door, faintly visible.

Aunt Qiongyu: I can't hear you!

Xiangjiu was really exhausted, fell to the side, waved his hands and said: "It can't be done...it can't be done..."

Mu Surao pouted and fell asleep in her arms, just like five years ago, this embrace was clean and warm, making her feel at ease and at ease for no reason.

Her palm patted Xiang Jiu's chest, echoing her slowing heartbeat.

Xiang Jiu turned over comfortably, as if she was full of food and drink, and stared in confusion: "My lord... you still have to go to court early."

But Mu Surao smiled and hummed a ditty, the melody was soothing, ups and downs, like a summer breeze.

Then he murmured: "The spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

Mu Surao went back to the court for the first time, shocked the court and the public, the officials all had their own goals and made various inquiries, only then did they learn that Mu Surao was obsessed with the beauty of a little eunuch, and couldn't extricate himself.

One by one, out of anger, they sued the imperial concubine.

Duan Que is annoying Xiang Jiu, this little bastard, he can't be killed or killed.Now that she has learned her true identity again, she jumps over the wall and stabs Mu Surao in a hurry.

At that time, it would be strange if Mu Surao didn't take revenge for killing his mother.

Can't be bothered.

She perfunctorily said a few words to the veterans, and sent them away on the grounds of old age and infirmity.

This is the default of Xiangjiu's "son-in-law".

At this point, the government and the public were shocked again, along with the East and West Zodiac.

In the past, the people in the Hall of Mental Cultivation used Xiang Jiu as their half master, and kept it hidden from the outside world, but now it's different, blatantly bowing down to her, and humiliating her.

Even Nan Ye stopped acting outside, and she didn't dare to call her godson, and called her "Xiang Xiaozhu" with every mouthful.

Listen, the chief eunuch has called it that.

Identity is a certainty.

The servants of the Hall of Mental Cultivation followed suit, trying their best to exert the power of the masses, and spread the word "Xiang Xiaozhu" into the Seven Divisions, Three Courts and 48 Palaces by word of mouth.

The servants all lamented her greatness, couldn't hold back their excitement, and scrambled to find out the secret of her success, and the matter spread like wildfire.

The literati were quite agitated, and even compiled her story into a book and distributed it to major bookstores. The title of the book was "Her Success Can Be Replicated"

The young masters of the various palaces were also deep in thought, what method did this little eunuch use to capture the heart of the imperial prince.

Among them, some have been in the palace for ten years, some have been for eight years, some have been for five years, and they are fighting for the position of court emperor every day.

And a little eunuch has reached the pinnacle of their lives that is beyond their reach in just half a year.

There must be a unique trick.

So they all entrusted someone to buy books into the palace, and read them at night by lamplight, hungry and thirsty.

Trying to find some life enlightenment from it.

Maitreya Ren outside the palace managed to recover from her injuries while hiding in Tibet. One day, she went out to buy vegetables and bought this wonderful book out of boredom.

After reading it in one breath, the book review given is: the extraordinaryness of ordinary people fully reflects that everything is possible.

Later, I came to my senses—the shit, actually took the public money to fall in love! ! ! !

Birth mother

In a blink of an eye, late autumn has passed and winter has entered.

Xiangjiu is no longer an ordinary eunuch, but an eunuch that is elusive.

In order to show her dignity, she took off her old eunuch clothes and put on a moon-white brocade shirt with a fox fur cloak over it.

Thin stature, elegant and elegant.

Everyone sighed, as expected, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and the imperial master's eyesight is good.

Clear eyebrows, soft eyes, rouge lips, translucent face, all of them are peerless.

Like a piece of exquisite jade.

It's also like the libretto of "Six Palaces of Pink and Dai have no color".

She, at this moment, was lying on her back by the window, licking her chin, and sighing on her back.

I don't know how my sister is doing now?I wonder if Maitreya is safe right now?I don't know if I should confess to Mu Surao the purpose of entering the palace?

Concubine Duan said that the secret decree is the only thing that can make her and sister come back against the wind.Once found, it will definitely help Prince Changlong's arrogance and embarrass Mu Suluo on all sides.

Woo, my sister and the emperor's son, the palms and backs of their hands are full of flesh.

She was about to cry.

The little maid in charge of cleaning in the courtyard looked at her from the corner of her eye from time to time, and several heads came together in unison.

One said, "She's looking at me."

One said: "Fart, she is clearly looking at me."

One said: "Stop yelling, Brother Xiang belongs to the emperor's son, but I think she is interested in me, and she smiled at me this morning, her smile is so sweet."

One said, "Come on, Toad wants to eat swan meat."

They talked inside and outside, the tide of emotion was surging, and the voice line unconsciously became higher and higher. Xiang Jiu listened to it and hugged herself who was trembling.

Everyone covets my beauty, blue shou, and shiitake mushrooms.

Jing Xi was assigned to her by Mu Surao to be in charge of her food and daily life, and she was inseparable from her all day long. Seeing her shivering, she hurriedly called: "Master Xiang, it's cold by the window, let's go back to the room and sit for a while, today's housekeeping It's time for the government to send charcoal fire, go and warm yourself."

Xiang Jiu responded, closed the window and asked, "Is the emperor still discussing matters with the ministers?"

"Yes." Jing Xi followed her softly, and hurriedly opened the door curtain when she was approaching the East Nuan Pavilion.

Xiang Jiu bent slightly and stepped into the threshold.

It happened that several young eunuchs from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were fiddling with smoker cages, and the charcoal fire was burning very vigorously, with several clusters of flames jumping up and down, the coldness retreated, and the surroundings began to warm up.

Xiang Jiu nestled into the kang, leaning on her hands comfortably, with a sincere expression.

Hu Er frowned deeply again, after much deliberation, he still decided that he could not sit still. Although Maitreya could not bear to think that she would stay in the Forbidden City to avoid the limelight, being a turtle with a shrunken head was really degrading to her dignity.

Even if she fights in the same room with her former comrades-in-arms, she still has a concubine.

Concubine Duan Tai has been operating in the palace for many years, and she has developed some offline after all.

Not caring too much, Xiang Jiuyi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and went to find Concubine Duan's dead horse as a fire horse doctor.

In order to prevent the broken bird from blocking her again, she traveled in a big way, swaying in a warm sedan chair, with a dozen servants back and forth.

Concubine Duan came out to meet her in person, and the two of them raised tea to each other, exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and waved away.

The emperor's son, male favorite, and the late emperor's concubine actually had to be alone in the same room.

Jing Xi's three views exploded, and he said righteously: "Master Xiang, the imperial master has ordered the slaves to stay with you for a moment."

Xiangjiu turned to stare at her, his gaze was like a tiger or a wolf.

Jing Xi remembered Nan Ye's teaching that those who know the current affairs are the best, so he bowed and resigned.

Xiangjiu seized the time and conveyed instructions to Concubine Duan: "Find someone for me."

"Who?" Concubine Duan put the tea on the lid with a clang.

"Respect room, senior brother of Qiu Baishan."

Concubine Duan lowered the corner of her mouth: "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

Xiang Jiu stared at her eyebrows, waiting for her next words.

"He has been in the palace for dozens of years, and he must have worshiped many masters, and there will be many brothers in name."

"When he was drunk, he said that this person served the late emperor with him, and he should be an eunuch of the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Concubine Duan was silent for a moment, she had a deep friendship with the late emperor, and was familiar with everything in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she licked her teeth and said, "When I served the late emperor, I knew Qiu Baishan, his master was Yan Ming, the chief eunuch. "

Yan Ming?Xiangjiu wrote down the name.

Concubine Duan continued: "Yan Ming treated Qiu Baishan very well, treating him as if he was his own. The master and apprentice are like father and son. Apart from him, no other apprentices have been taken in." Where is the senior brother.

how could be!

Xiang Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then bowed his head and remained silent.

Back at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiangjiu didn't have much appetite, so he just had dinner and stayed in the bedroom by himself.

She sat on the ground, leaning against the smoke cage and taking a nap.

Said it was a nap, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, his little head shook around, as if trying to get rid of all his troubles.

She held her breath and concentrated, sorting out the messy thoughts, observing the past and knowing the future.

Qiu Baishan has no reason to lie to her, what is he trying to do?

She is sure that "senior brother" must have really existed.

He clenched his fist with his right hand and beat it on the palm of his left hand, his expression suddenly brightened, and he laughed at himself, why bother to make so many twists and turns, and simply took the words from Qiu Baishan's mouth.

Following her heartbeat, she hurried to the inner imperial dining room, urging Fu Mo'er to find her two jugs of good sake.

Fu Mo'er buried her head in the stove to light a fire, pointed at her casually, Xiang Jiu rubbed her head, and left with the wine.

Back in the courtyard, he saw Mu Surao standing gracefully on the porch, looking at her with spring in his eyes, a half-smile in his eyes.

With bad intentions, properly with bad intentions.

Xiang Jiu thumped, and swallowed her saliva.

"Come here." Mu Surao beckoned to her, her wrist seemed to have no bones, it was softly raised and bent, like a silk handkerchief, and then she turned and entered the hall.

Deep in Xiangjiu's heart, an ominous premonition welled up.

Layers of cold sweat soaked through the underwear.

Nan Ye was still waiting for her by the door, and gave her a wink, signaling her not to keep Mu Su Rao waiting.

Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Xiang Jiu nodded with tears in his arms, and rushed to the battlefield with the flagon in his arms.

As soon as he stepped inside, his ears were grabbed, and he was forced to endure severe ravages: "Ah!!!"

Xiangjiu howled incomparably terribly.

"Baby Susu..." She begged for mercy, wondering why her wrist, which was soft and boneless just now, suddenly became so explosive.

In my impression, Xiangjiu always has a little pride. Even if she is slavish for a while, she is still unconvinced in her heart, let alone in Beiyuan.

Mu Surao is very satisfied with her performance at this time.

Immediately, I was dissatisfied again-it must be a guilty conscience.

"Tell me, you are in the same room with the orphan and widow of Concubine Duan, and you did something good behind my back."

Xiangjiu's handsome face turned into a pig liver color, raised two fingers, and petitioned: "Tonight, I will serve you twice."

After finishing speaking, he added another finger: "No, three times."

Mu Surao's anger immediately jumped to a height of three feet, God damn it, everyone is so guilty! ! !

Using both hands, she aimed at Xiang Jiu's face left and right, rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, tortured desperately, and tried to vent.

Xiang Jiu rebounded from the bottom, avoided her claws, stood up straight and said, "Did Jing Xi tell you?"

Mu Surao choked: "...the rumor."

Xiangjiu: Pooh.

Xiang Jiu straightened her body, not allowing her to hide: "I knew Jing Xi was your spy by my side."

Mu Surao's mind was pierced, like a kitten with blown hair exhausted, wilting, and timidly said: "I'm worried, there are so many goblins in the palace, you have to be careful."

Xiang Jiu pinched her nose: "You are the only one with more ideas."

Mu Surao approached her and hugged her: "I love you~"

Xiangjiu trembled with goosebumps all over, hovering on the verge of blowing horns, and silently pushed Mu Surao away.

Mu Surao hugged her waist tightly, refusing to let go, she was half a head shorter than Xiang Jiu, slightly raised her chin, begging for a promise: "You must mean what you say."

"What?"

Mu Surao was in a hurry: "If you serve him three times tonight."

"I can break my promise."

Mu Surao's expression turned cold, and her voice turned cold: "How dare you."

Therefore, that night, Xiang Jiu worked extraordinarily hard, causing Mu Su Rao to be confused and ecstasy.

Of course, it is also possible that she exercised her arm strength while brushing the pail.

Afterwards, Mu Surao lay beside the pillow, waiting for her breathing and heartbeat to calm down.Xiangjiu was steaming all over his body, dripping with sweat, buried his head in her ear, and asked her about her childhood on a whim.

Mu Surao was silent, really recalling the past years, squinting her eyes curled inside and out, and talked to her about her biological mother with a smile.

"My mother's name is Leng Ning, and she is an unfavored talent."

"Later with me, I reluctantly raised my position and became an unfavored permanent presence..."

Jing Guan Zhai

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Mu Surao murmured in a low voice, as if talking to herself, the voice became softer and softer, but every time it hit Xiang Jiu's heart.

One, two or three small pits were smashed, densely packed.

Xiangjiu's mother went there early, and in my impression, she was a woman with a hearty laugh. Her smile can always bring joy to people, and it is more scorching than the summer sun.

Other than that, there is no other memory.

So her father's indifference over the years is more memorable to her than her mother's smile.

"Is the coldness of the late emperor always there?"

She heard about it when she was in Xinzheku. Everyone said that Leng Changzai grew up in the military camp since he was a child. younger sister.

Jade Nianhua entered the palace, and died in just three years.

"Yeah." A short syllable, muffled, unable to hear Mu Surao's emotions.

Xiangjiu changed her posture and extended her arm to her. Mu Suluo frowned and rolled into her arms like a wheel, with the tip of her nose rubbing against her shoulder, greedy for a scent of fragrance in the hollow of her shoulder.

Cool and warm.

"My concubine said that my biological mother is the most lively woman she has ever seen. She is lively, bright, and very noisy." Mu Suluo held Xiangjiu's hand, and her tone sank two points. Don't be restrained, you shouldn't come to the Forbidden City."

"How...how did she die?"

Mu Surao showed a sly smile, raised her face, tapped her rosy lips, begging for a kiss.

Xiang Jiu had nothing to do with her, and made a clear and crisp "Bo" loudly.

Mu Surao was very satisfied, she licked her lips unsatisfied, and said: "The moment she found out she was pregnant with me, she changed, she doesn't like to cry, laugh, or make trouble."

Like a flower that loses soil and moisture in an instant, spring forgot her and abandoned her.

She used her life to give birth to another life, and then died in the autumn of the second year, withering like flowers and leaves.

A sudden wind picked up outside the window, rustling the leaves.

The window was not closed tightly, and the wind accidentally slipped in, blowing the curtains, and Xiang Jiu shivered.

Mu Surao lifted the brocade quilt and hugged her even tighter.

"What about you?"

"Me what?" Xiang Jiu asked.

"What about your father and mother, I remember you mentioned to me that you have a sister who loves you very much."

Xiangjiu hesitated to speak, a little hesitant.

She is afraid.

Mu Surao is a generation of Mingjun, who fights wits and courage with courtiers all day long, is suspicious by nature, and has a bad stomach.

In case she is bald and says something that shouldn't be said, let him find out that her relationship with Jujiucheng is serious.

Then, she fell into the dilemma of whether to confess her identity to Mu Surao.

By the way, he estimated Mu Surao's reaction afterwards, and it must be full of anger and force.

So useless chose to keep silent.

"Ask you something." Mu Surao scratched her chin.

Xiang Jiu turned around and avoided: "Don't make trouble."

"I will make trouble."

Mu Surao raised her brows and asked tentatively, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Xiangjiu showed timidity on his face: "...how could it be."

Mu Surao suddenly sped up her speech and grabbed her by the nose: "Be lenient when confessing and be strict when resisting!"

"...There is nothing to confess."

Mu Surao knew it, she rested her arm on the pillow again, smiled slightly, but there was a dark current in her eyes.

A faint sentence: "If you dare to lie to me, be careful—"

Xiang Jiu stared her eyes like copper bells, and pricked up her ears, for fear of missing a word.

"Be careful of your dog's life!" Mu Surao paused every word, every word punished.

Xiang Jiu was so frightened that his scalp went numb, his hair stood on end, and he suddenly felt pain in his waist.

pain--

"Twist lightly!"

"Why are you still kicking people!"

"Don't pull the quilt, it's so cold!"

Mu Surao slapped her on the face: "Don't go to my couch, go to the floor!"

Xiangjiu: You scumbag who I won't admit to when you're asleep.

Mu Surao ignored Xiang Jiu again, thinking that Xiang Jiu's appearance was not pleasing to the eye, her walking posture was not pleasing to the eye, and her delicate mouth was also not pleasing to the eye.

Anyway, it's not pleasing to the eye.

On a whim, I still want to enjoy Xiang Jiuliang's small fists.

Xiangjiu was bruised all over her body, and she didn't dare to stay in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so she hid in the Imperial Garden as soon as it was light.

Looking for the opera troupe in Nanfu to sing songs, listening to the actors play the pipa, and then thinking about the specific matters of asking Qiu Baishan to talk, the small life can be regarded as fulfilling.

On this day, her head was sore from thinking about it, and she went to the gambling house behind Kunning Palace on a whim.

On the surface, he was playing two games, but in fact he still wanted to inquire about the news.

Don't tell me, I really asked her to find out.

But nothing to do with business.

An eunuch told her that the Jingguan Zhai in Jingyang Palace enshrined the portrait of Mu Surao's biological mother, Leng Ning.

Xiangjiu was surprised, this is not a trivial matter, why didn't he hear from his colleagues mention it after being in the palace for so long.

It seems that the gossip heart is not fanatical enough.

She deliberately lost the card to the eunuch, hooked his shoulder, and asked this question.

The eunuch snorted, looked around, and said cautiously: "Jingguanzhai is a side hall, and it would be unreasonable if the tablet of the birth mother of the dignified monarch of a country should not be enshrined in the side hall. Don't go, we as slaves naturally keep secret."

Xiang Jiu broke the casserole and asked: "Why?"

The eunuch loved and hated the son of the imperial lord: "The queen mother is there to block it, and the imperial concubine is also there to block it." These two big Buddhas, can a small one always be on top of them?

Xiangjiu realized.

Sighing that everyone in this palace has crooked intestines, my heart gradually feels sour, and I feel sorry for Mu Suluo.

Although this woman is cruel, hot-tempered, and has a bad temper, she just can't help feeling distressed, and even wants to forgive her for being a scumbag who beat her to sleep on the floor.

I was absent-minded for a while, and I couldn't play Pai Gow well.

He said hello, said he was leaving, took the money with him, and handed it over casually, counting it as his farewell.

Everyone knew that she was the prince's pillow, and it was difficult to keep her. Everyone sent her out respectfully, and even kindly told her to be careful when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Xiang Jiu raised his eyes and looked around, hehe, it's so late.

Jing Xi waited for her outside the door for a long time, when she saw her come out, she quickly ran over with a lantern, the bright yellow flames cast a ray of light in the dark night: "I was going to look for you inside, the emperor called you back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I must be thinking about you."

She wants to hit me hard.Xiang Jiuxin said.

The corridor was long, like a river that didn't know where to go, and the two of them walked one after the other.

The bright moon hanging high cast their shadows on the ground, stretching them long and thin. Xiangjiu played tricks and stepped on Xia Jingxi's shadow.

Jing Xi shrank his neck and laughed.

Xiang Jiu also laughed together, his laughter was like the wind shaking a silver bell, light and sweet.

When Jing Xi came back to her senses, she had already fooled her into Jingyang Palace.

How come here.

Jing Xi patted his face, which was cooled by the night wind, and raised his head with difficulty, looking at the plaque above his head. The inscription "Jingyang Palace" was illuminated by the red lanterns on the left and right sides.

The wind blows, and the red lanterns flutter.

Jing Xi is not afraid of ghosts, but is afraid of ghosts.

"Xiangxiaozhu, what are we doing here, come back, don't make the emperor wait." Otherwise she will beat you again.

Xiangjiu gave him a look of "what are you afraid of", and when he stretched his arms, the door hinges that had been in disrepair creaked dully.

Jing Xi: "..."

Wherever you look, it is neat and tidy, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, but it makes people feel desolate.

Xiang Jiu gestured for silence, letting Jing Xi lead the way.

"Where are you going?"

"Jing Guan Zhai."

Jing Xi's complexion changed drastically, as if he was going to the palace of the king of hell: "I can't do it, I can't do it, the emperor knows it, and I'm going to be angry." You are her favorite, if you can escape, I can only die up.

With his usual leisurely composure, he collapsed to the ground.

Xiang Jiu narrowed his eyelids, and said threateningly: "Do you bring it or not?"

Jing Xi shook his head resolutely, expressing the feeling that he would rather be broken than whole.

"Okay, I'll go by myself!"

Leaving these words behind, Xiangjiu turned his head and walked in.Jing Xi saw it in his eyes, but worried in his heart, he grabbed her receding back indiscriminately with his hands in the void, calling for her to come back.

But Xiangjiu lost his way and didn't know where to go. Step by step, he went further and further inward.

Suddenly, in the dark night, someone was talking.

Xiang Jiu was frightened at first, then slowly stabilized his figure, and exhaled a foul breath.

He went a little further, and then he went a little further, listening carefully with his ears sideways.

That voice was neither clear nor sharp, like a man...

That's right, it's a man!

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, how can there be a man in the harem!

Where is it clear

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Could it be that the guard on duty at the Qianqing Gate slipped in?Then there is no need to sneak into the East Sixth Palace.

Xiangjiu let her imagination run wild, guessing that the young master of the palace couldn't bear the loneliness, so she hooked up with a lover to relieve the pain of loneliness.

Can understand.

Who made Mu Surao miss her so much, wasting all the youth and tears of the women in the palace.

When I dreamed back at midnight, how many late beauties raised their glasses to the moon and paid tribute to their lost youth.

Xiangjiu retreated to the side and hid under the shadow of a pillar, thinking that she would not come out until the rendezvous between the fateful pair of mandarin ducks was over.

Familiar with waiting for a long, long time, never heard a woman speak, only that in the man's blah, blah...

Could it be talking to himself?

Xiangjiu: "..."

On a winter night, it was oppressive and quiet, and the lifeless small courtyard was so desolate that it made her shudder.

Twisting his neck, looking around, he didn't see a single living thing, his heart felt cold, and he immediately regretted being impulsive.

She lifted the hem of her clothes and tiptoed towards the door, the shadow was silent.

Fortunately, Jing Xi hadn't left yet, so she squatted in front of the door, depressed alone.

Xiang Jiu whispered to him: "Little brother."

A gust of cold air ran from the soles of Jing Xi's feet, along the spine, straight to the forehead, quite upwards.

"Xiang... my lord, do you want to go back?" Jing Xi felt joy for a moment, and stood up on his knees, "Then let's go quickly."

He didn't care about the distinction between superiority and inferiority, and held Xiangjiu's wrist through the material, but he was surprised that she looked weak and weak, but she was strong and her bones were also tough.

No matter how you pull it, you can't move half a step.

Tougher than a cow.

Jing Xi: "..."

Xiangjiu grinned cheerfully, a smart person would know that she was asking for something.

"Jing Xi, why don't you go in with me." While talking, he ignored Jing Xi's resistance and dragged his life hard.

Jing Xi struggled desperately, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he chose to bow his head to the evil forces.He came to Jing Guan Zhai in a timid manner, and listened to the man inside through the window.

man?

Jing Xi held his breath and concentrated for a while, his lips gradually turned pale, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was a little unsteady, and he tilted his body against the wall.

Mouth to Xiang nine times: "Go!"

Xiangjiu pointed inside and asked, "Who is he?"

Jing Xi took her hand, in her palm