The eunuch is not the same as the four seasons

He poked her with his elbow, but still didn't respond.

Hey, it seems that I was stunned by the sudden love.

Xiangjiu has been like this for the past few days, Fu Mo'er got used to it, went to the woodshed to bring a bundle of firewood, and refueled the stove by herself.

Persuading: "Brother, the favor of the imperial master, no matter how many people ask for it, you can't ask for it, you should just laugh."

There is nothing to worry about.

She said to herself: "You are afraid that the young masters of the harem will be jealous. It doesn't matter, the imperial master is your backstage, who dares to touch you."

"Besides, this matter has passed for several days, and the situation is calm. The emperor suppressed all the rumors."

Xiangjiu finally reacted, looked at her with dull eyes, and said in his eyes: You will never understand my sadness, just like the day does not understand the darkness of night.

Fu Mo'er: "..."

The next day, Nanye held the imperial decree and led a large group of people from the Palace of Mental Cultivation into the harem.

The face is full of people's spirits on happy occasions, successfully attracting the attention of all palaces.

Someone asked, "Where is Manager Nan going?"

"Go to proclaim the decree, the imperial decree for Yikun Palace." He smiled and shook the thing in his hand, which was bright yellow and as bright as fire.

At the moment when it was read out, everyone inside and outside Yikun Palace knelt under the imperial decree.

I just heard him follow a bunch of obscure words and sentences after "Fengtian Chengyun, the emperor's edict", with parallel and neat rhythm.

It makes people feel profound and cultured.

Fortunately, the last paragraph is a human speech: "Special gift to the eunuch, the sixth-rank leader of Xiangjiu Mental Cultivation Hall, hereby."

The Hall of Mental Cultivation?

Six products?

Xiangjiu: "!!!!!!"

Terrace near the water

One person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Xiangjiu entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and Fu Moer followed suit.From the burning girl in Yikun Palace, she was promoted to the burning girl in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Successfully entered the imperial dining room.

Xiangjiu reminded her: "Yushanfang, the best place in the world to fish for oil and water, sister, you can get rich just around the corner."

Fu Moer is making Xiangjiu's bed.Mu Suluo doted on Xiangjiu, and the eunuch rewarded her with a separate room. The next room is Nanye, and the opposite room is Jingxi.

"Brother, you really have no conscience. The emperor treats you heartily, and you still want to make money from others."

Why can't it be fished out? Why did Mu Surao transfer her to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?Picture her body.

How could she be unspoken rules for nothing.

Also, the cost has been high recently, and less than [-]% of the dowry left for Fu Mo'er is left... There are still many places to spend money later.

Grab more, just in case you need it.

She muttered aggrievedly, seeing that Fu Mo'er was almost busy with work, she took her to the respect room to adjust the shift.

"Ha, dog boy!"

Qiu Baishan hadn't seen her for a few days, he was very enthusiastic, pushed away the abacus, moved a chair for her, and dragged her to sit down

"Sit down, sit down first."

Then he went to make a pot of tea for her himself.

"Good apprentice, try it quickly. This is the new tea of ​​this season. It was given by someone else. Master, I am reluctant to drink it. I will wait for you to come."

"Master has broken the disciple."

Xiangjiu held the steaming teacup in both hands, took a sip, sipped it, and sipped it again.

"Hmm—" she said in a long tone, like a sigh.

"Lips and teeth are fragrant, endless aftertaste, good tea, good tea."

Qiu Baishan laughed foolishly, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and said generously: "If you like it, take it back and drink it slowly."

"Then how can it be—"

"Why not!" Qiu Bai interrupted her with a wave of his hand, went to get the tea bag and stuffed it into her arms.

Xiang Jiu had already figured out his temper a little or two, and knew that he was a master who took the soft but not the tough.If you are kind to him, he will be kind to you, which is a bit like "a drop of water will repay you with a spring".

Anyway, my heart is very hot.

Xiang Jiu was not polite to him: "That disciple would rather obey his orders than be respectful."

Fu Mo'er at the side: Since when did you two get so close.

When they came back, Qiu Baishan still gave them a look.

"Are you here today to change gears?" Qiu Baishan rubbed his hands and asked.

Speaking of this, Xiangjiu felt sad, but she pretended to be happy: "Yes, my disciple, I have transferred to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

"In the future, I will take good care of the emperor's master. This is a blessing that many people can't ask for."

"It's not far from being promoted and getting rich."

Xiangjiu nodded, and then felt that he was too attentive, why did he never leave the Hall of Mental Cultivation?

At first thought, I understand.

His sweetheart, Mother Qiongyu, is in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Don't worry, the apprentice is in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and you are just getting the moon in disguise."

Xiangjiu patted him on the shoulder: "I go to Aunt Qiongyu every day to say something nice about you."

"OK!!!!"

Qiu Baishan's cloudy eyes burst out with a bright light.

He quickly went to get the shelf and stamped it, handed it to Xiangjiu, and said, "Let's go, Master will take you to the House of Internal Affairs to get new clothes, your sixth-grade clothes."

The eunuch in charge of the House of Internal Affairs is the object that everyone in the palace wants to curry favor with, but compared to Nan Ye, the chief eunuch, he is still much inferior.

When he saw Xiang Jiu, it was called an affection.

Looking at Qiu Baishan in the respect room, one student at a time, I immediately feel that Mrs. Xiang Jiu is fucking terrible.

I wish I could hug her leg and call her daddy.

"The little one has already prepared the clothes for you."

As he spoke, he winked at the two young eunuchs.These two are smart.One ran to bring the clothes, and the other ran to bring the bronze mirror.

The chief eunuch breathed on the bronze mirror and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve.

Turning around, I saw Xiang Jiu was staring at the new clothes in the tray, his eyes were bright and moist.

"It's so pretty." Xiang Jiu sighed.

The high-quality material, when the sun falls on it, there are fine pieces of light.

Collar inlaid with white, black gauze hat, lug belt, sharkskin knife, and a pair of suede boots.

Chief eunuch: "Sixth-rank eunuchs wear blue, with python embroidered on their chests, and the embroidered women in the embroidery workshop are top-notch. Try it."

Fu Mo'er excitedly said: "Yes brother, try it."

Qiu Baishan simply mentioned the new clothes and shook them: "Try it on, I can change it if it doesn't fit."

Xiangjiu was a little tempted.

Suddenly there was a moment of silence.

Biting his thumb, he asked cautiously: "... How much money does a sixth-rank eunuch have every month?"

Everyone: "..."

Nanye was a little distracted by the service.

Mu Surao looked up from behind the desk, looking at him as if watching something interesting.

It took a long time to ask: "But miss your wife?"

Nanye came back to her senses, and said with an apologetic smile: "My lord, don't make fun of your servant, the servant is thinking about Miss Xiang."

When it comes to Luo Baobao, Mu Surao is very interested, so he closes the memorial and asks him to talk about it in detail.

Nanye replied in a difficult way: "The servant is worried about Miss Xiang. The rumors between you and her have not subsided, and the embarrassment of the imperial concubine has not yet passed. If you just transfer her to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, will it... Not quite right."

"Of course not."

Nanye: Then you still do it.

Mu Surao saw through what he was thinking: "Since everyone said that I have a crush on her, is there any need to cover it up?"

"But in this way, Little Master Xiang will become the target of public criticism." Nanye said anxiously.

"That's why I have to keep her by my side to protect her, and see who dares to make a mistake!"

"Then... the imperial concubine—"

"My concubine won't."

Nan Ye was a little taken aback, but after thinking about it carefully, she thought this was reasonable.

After all, Mu Surao and the imperial concubine are not connected by blood, and the imperial concubine has always been afraid of hurting this false mother-daughter relationship, so she always takes care of Mu Surao's feelings in her actions.

Dealing with Xiangjiu this time has already hurt his feelings, and it is estimated that there will be no next time.

It's not...not scary.

While chatting, a head with a brand new black gauze hat was stuffed into the curtain.

Shouted crisply: "Princess."

Seeing how cute she was, Mu Surao's heart melted.

Unable to stop laughing, he waved at her: "Come here."

Xiangjiu agreed, bowed inside, gave a thousand greetings, and turned to say hello to Nanye.

Very conscious of "newcomer, please give me more advice".

Nan Ye couldn't bear her extra courtesy, how could she be shorter than the king's favorite.

He waved his hands again and again: "You are polite, you are polite."

Then he found another reason to resign.

Seeing him fleeing for his life, Xiangjiu felt a little puzzled, and wanted to call him to stop him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was pulled by the wrist, and then pulled lightly, suddenly there was a soft and fragrant... Mu Surao in his arms.

"Emperor... the emperor's son."

Mu Surao nodded her mouth and asked, "Are you happy to be a sixth-rank eunuch?"

"Happy." Everyone was rushing to curry favor with her, so of course they were happy.

It will be easier to do things in the future.

"Then do you want to thank me?"

"It's due to... the prince."

"How can I thank you?" Mu Surao was a little shorter than Xiangjiu by an inch, raised her head slightly, her eyes were rippling.

Xiangjiu pretended to be confused: "This slave is like a cow and a horse, and I will serve you with all my heart."

"Then tell me, what kind of service method."

"Serve tea and water, rub your shoulders and beat your legs."

"If you say one thing, the slave will never say two. If you point east, the slave will never go west."

Mu Surao slightly raised her eyebrows: "You said that."

"Well, once a gentleman says something, it's hard to chase after a horse."

Mu Surao pecked under her ear, raised her hand leisurely, and pointed her light white finger backwards.

That is the direction to the sleeping hall.

Xiangjiu: "..."

Double Ninth Festival

The days in the Hall of Mental Cultivation should be happy, but Mu Suluo loves his wife so much, this will not let Xiangjiu dry, that will not let Xiangjiu dry.

Turning an eunuch who loves his job and work hard into a vase - nothing but beauty.

The high-ranking official has nothing to do, and Xiangjiu expresses his anxiety.

She didn't want to be idle, so she ran to the inner imperial dining room to help Fu Mo'er light the fire.

This job is very simple, and she does it often in Yikun Palace, so she is very proficient in it.

Although the imperial dining room is full of cooks, they are also hereditary sons who know how to make money.Seeing that she is favored by the prince, he is very enthusiastic about her.

After a few days, everyone became acquainted with each other, and praised Xiangjiu to the outside world.

It was passed around, and it didn't take long for the story of Xiangjiu to burn the fire to reach Mu Surao's ears.

She thought, lighting the fire and making rounds doesn't mean that Xiangjiu cooks for me by himself.

This is a treatment that has never been offered in Beiyuan.

Therefore, she has to eat every dish for a long time, chewing and savoring slowly.

Nanye: "..."

Nanny Qiongyu was very angry and kept rolling her eyes where Mu Surao could not see.

After reading it, she felt sad again, lamenting that the ruthless imperial master was gone forever.

Finally, he scolded Xiangjiu in his heart: dead eunuch, seductive majesty, according to this trend, I am going to perish.

By the way, he also scolded Xiangjiu's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Xiangjiu sneezed, sneezed several times in a row.

Fu Mo'er was nervous about her: "Brother, it's getting colder and colder, you have to remember to add more clothes."

Xiangjiu rubbed his nose and said, "Remember, I'll go back to the room and add it."

After all, step on the threshold and climb down the stairs.

Suddenly, Aunt Qiongyu came slowly leading a group of maids, all holding clean plates in their hands.

"Mother Qiongyu, has the imperial master eaten so much today? His appetite is really good enough." She stepped forward and said courteously.

Sister Qiongyu got angry when she saw her, snorted coldly, and walked past her.

Xiang, with a hot face and a cold ass, Jiu was a little puzzled when she offended Aunt Qiongyu.

No, no, he promised Qiu Baishan that he would praise him in front of Mother Qiongyu every day.

Aunt Qiongyu didn't like to talk to her, so she couldn't say anything nice about her.

She rubbed her hands secretly, lost in thought.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Aunt Qiongyu came out of the dining room. Without even thinking about it, she spoke again cheekily.

"Sister Qiongyu, this slave just came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. If you make a mistake and make you unhappy, you must tell this slave."

"I will definitely change it next time."

"The imperial master dotes on you so much, how could you have made any mistakes, even if you did, it would be my fault." Mother Qiongyu was angry.

Xiangjiu smacked her head from these words, thinking that Mu Surao doted on her too much, and Aunt Qiongyu was jealous.

So he changed the subject: "You've broken the slave."

"If my master knows that the slave makes you unhappy, he will definitely beat the slave severely."

"Your master?"

Xiangjiu hurriedly said: "The master of the servant is Qiu Baishan."

As soon as these words came out, it successfully destroyed Mother Qiongyu's favor towards Qiu Baishan's promotion.

Three idioms burst out in one breath: "Wolf gangs! A nest of snakes and rats! Gang gang!"

Xiangjiu: "..."

After the shift, Xiangjiu went back to the eunuch's office, took a comfortable bath, and went to knock on the door of Qiu Baishan's room, intending to tell him that Madam Yu didn't want to see her.

But he saw Qiu Baishan was packing up on the kang, several pieces of clothes were neatly folded together, and a bag of silver was placed on top.

"Master, are you leaving the palace?" She poked her head in.

Qiu Baishan was still busy with his work, and he didn't raise his head: "Yes, I will not be on duty for the Double Ninth Festival the day after tomorrow. I will go out of the palace to see my master. Don't worry, I will come back as a master."

"Do you still have Master?"

Qiu Baishan glared at her: "Why not, without Master's teaching, how could I have gotten to this age in the palace."

Xiang Jiu rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Then you take me with you, and let the master meet my grandson."

Qiu Baishan thought that what she said was reasonable, stopped the movement of his hands, and asked hesitantly: "Aren't you going to be on duty in the future?"

Xiang Jiu pursed his mouth immediately, kicked the table leg with his toe, and muttered: "I'm worth it, it's the same as not getting it."

"No, you are serving the emperor's master in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. You must do your best and never slack off."

"I would like to honor your teaching." Xiang Jiu nodded lazily, then grabbed his clothes, acted coquettishly, "Good master, please do me a favor, take me to fulfill my filial piety in front of the master."

The so-called "unfilial piety has three, no offspring is the greatest".

The eunuch lost his lifeline, and his disciples and grandchildren had to take care of him to the end.

Qiu Baishan's master is too old to remember, it's poor, but I really want to take her to meet him.

Tsk tut and said, "Okay, master will take you there."

The next day, Xiangjiu found Nanye.

A godfather cry was extraordinarily sweet.

At that time, Nanye had just had some free time and was drinking tea in the teahouse.A sip of tea choked in his throat, and he coughed so much that his tears flowed down his face.

Xiangjiu didn't think it was dirty, so he raised his sleeve and wiped it for him.

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.Nanye didn't dare to take it, so she hid aside and washed her face.

"Master Xiang, if you have anything to do, just tell the old slave." Don't make this up, it's scary.

Xiangjiu was a little ashamed when he saw through his thoughts, and said with a chuckle: "I do have something to ask you."

"You say."

"Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. There will be excitement outside the palace. I want to go out of the palace and accompany my master to the eunuch temple."

"I'm afraid... no. Not long ago, the imperial master stopped talking. I will take you out of the palace to play on the Double Ninth Festival. You and Qiu Baishan are gone. The imperial master is so sad."

At that time, he will have to become a punching bag again.

"If you really want to go, go tell the prince yourself."

Xiang Jiu refused this proposal.

She is now afraid of meeting Mu Surao face to face, for fear of being xxooed accidentally.

But it's not an option to hide all the time, if Mu Surao takes her out of the palace tomorrow, she will definitely be given to xxoo.

Woo woo woo, it's so hard to guard yourself like a jade.

She frowned, stomped her feet, and said with a mortal heart: "Go alone, I'm afraid that the emperor will fail."

While talking, he made a pot of tea, and went holding the teapot with trembling legs.

Nan Ye sent off with "I wish you peace" eyes all the way.

Mu Surao had finished approving the memorial early, stepped on the wheel ladder, found the "Picture of Spring Palace Secret Opera" and studied it carefully.

After all, tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, and when she leaves the palace, no one will be watching or watching, she must seize the opportunity and spend a good night with Luo Baobao.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person standing at the bottom of the wheel ladder.

"Xiang Jiu!"

With a guilty conscience, she hastily closed the picture of the secret play and stuffed it into her sleeve.

Xiang Jiu raised his head, his big watery eyes shimmering slightly: "My lord, please have some tea."

Mu Su stretched out his arms and took the teacup she was holding, but unexpectedly, the secret opera picture slipped out of the cuff.

With a slap, it hit Xiang Jiu's feet.

Xiangjiu resisted the urge to cry out in pain, and looked down...

shameless! ! ! !

In the blue sky and the sun, he actually held such filthy things to lust for her.

She bent down to pick it up and returned it to Mu Surao without changing her face.

Don't forget to blow the dust on your head before you give it to me.

Mu Surao also dealt with it calmly, and asked: "Suddenly you are so cute, do you have anything to ask me?"

Xiang Jiu raised her eyebrows, and started to fart: "The imperial master is wise."

Mu Surao smelled something wrong: "Let's talk about it first, it's reasonable, I will definitely agree to you."

Xiang Jiu was confused by what she said, so he boldly stepped up the wheel ladder.

The slender figure stands on a high place, facing Mu Surao.

With a "boo", he stole a piece of incense from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Surao froze, her eyes widened, her face was on fire, hot and scalding.

To be...kissed by Luo Baobao.She stroked the place where she was kissed with her fingertips, and they burned together.

Wrapped around Xiangjiu's waist, and hit her face a few times.

"Little rascal, he's very skinny, he'll be tricked by a beauty."

"Isn't this asking the emperor to agree to the slave's request?" Xiang Jiu's little claw stirred, "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just tomorrow... the slave wants to leave the palace."

Mu Surao laughed, "What should I do, I'm sure." Didn't he promise to take you out of the palace on the Double Ninth Festival?

Presumably Xiangjiu thought she had forgotten, so she came here to ask.

What a little fool.

Xiangjiu got the grace, was very happy, and gave Mu Surao another kiss.

So the next day, Mu Suluo, who was so excited that she didn't sleep all night, got up and put on makeup before the sun was shining.

Nanye sent people to the respect room to inquire, and learned that when Xiangjiu opened the palace gate at Yinshi, he and Qiu Baishan "suspended and flew together"

Mu Surao: Damn! ! !

Old monk

It was a chilly autumn morning.

Xiangjiu waved a small leather whip, happily driving the carriage.The wheels of the car rolled over the wet stone road, creaking and creaking.

On both sides of the road are rows of shops that have not yet opened their doors, and sparse passers-by.

Xiangjiu took a deep breath, sighed and said, wow, this is the smell of fireworks in the world.

Qiu Baishan lifted the curtain and hit her on the head with a cigarette stick: "You son of a bitch, you must be suffocated in the palace."

"Who says it's not? I'm scared when I see my master, for fear that I'll make a mistake and lose my head."

Mainly because he was afraid that Mu Surao would xxoo her.

Qiu Baishan looked up to the sky and sighed: "Yes, being a slave is hard, and being a eunuch is even more painful. You have no children, no daughters, and nowhere to depend on your old age. Look at your ancestor, how beautiful it was in the palace, look at it again Look now..."

As soon as he started talking, Xiang Jiu followed him.

What is the name of the ancestor?Where is your ancestral home?When were you born?Which masters have you served?When did you leave the palace again?

Qiu Baishan should just chat and answer one by one with her.

She pricked up her ears, for fear that she would miss it, and she would have to say something again when she heard the key point.

"What, the ancestor also served the late emperor!"

"Nonsense, he is my master. I have served the late emperor before. How could he not have served him?"

Xiangjiu suddenly realized.

Qiu Baishan continued: "Since the late Emperor passed away, he left the palace and lived in the eunuch temple. It won't be long before people can't remember clearly."

"As for me, once the emperor and a courtier, since I can no longer stay in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I went to the respect room and found a job to idle around."

"Then why don't you go to the eunuch temple and live with him?"

She remembered that Nanye said that it was Qiu Baishan who didn't want to leave the palace.

It stands to reason that he should have saved a lot of money by serving the late emperor, enough to live a prosperous life outside the palace.

Qiu Baishan didn't seem to expect that she would ask such a question, his face sank, and he opened his mouth to bite the cigarette holder.

Xiangjiu drove the horse onto the bridge.

I haven't heard Qiu Baishan's words for a long time, so I couldn't wait to call out: "Master? Master?"

She turned her head to look, and saw that the curtain had been lowered at some point, and Qiu Baishan's face was still there.

His eyes dimmed, and he noticed something unusual.

After getting off the bridge, she drove the carriage under a big tree, stopped a peddler who was carrying a pole to buy breakfast food, and ordered two pancakes and two bowls of soy milk.

Holding everything in his arms, he got into the car.

Mu Surao was still immersed in depression and couldn't extricate herself, and the direct consequence was to hurt Nanye.

Nan Ye has long been used to it, and as the most trustworthy punching bag of the imperial master, he is duty-bound.

Therefore, he took the initiative to stick up his butt, begging to be kicked.

A master and servant for many years, with a deep relationship, Mu Surao was not polite to him, just kicked the hem of his skirt.

After kicking, he still couldn't relieve his anger and said, "I still want to kick again."

Nanye pouted her butt again crying, begging to be kicked, and also begging Mu Surao to be gentler.

As expected, Mu Surao was only a little lighter.

Nan Ye wanted to cry without tears. After being kicked, in order to show "eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor", she asked considerately, "My lord, have you enjoyed your kicking? Do you want to kick again?"

"roll!"

A stack of memorials flew towards them.

Nan Ye said as if he had received an amnesty: "Hey!!!"

"Hurry up!"

"As soon as I saw you, I thought of your useless godson!"

Nanye crawled out of the Nuo Pavilion with a piss on her ass.

A group of servants kneeling outside the door tremblingly asked: "Director Nan, what happened to the emperor? You were fine when you got up."

Nan Ye covered her hot and sore buttocks, and gave them a "don't ask, it's a broken love" look.

Jing Xi picked up his old waist, hugged him up, and said: "Then the imperial master is still leaving the palace today, the carriage is ready."

Nan Ye slapped him on the face: "You ask me, who shall I ask!"

"Ask the prince."

Nan Ye slapped him again: "Go in again, will your master and I still survive!"

"Unlucky thing!"

"Fuck off!"

Xiang Jiu tied up the carriage at the foot of the mountain, shivering for no reason.

She crossed her arms and rubbed the goosebumps.

Qiu Baishan walked up the mountain with his hands behind his back, seeing that she didn't keep up, he turned to greet her.

"Why, dawdling."

Xiang Jiu shrugged: "This mountain is really remote, it's shady and cool."

Qiu Baishan smiled: "This is a real temple, but it is a temple for eunuchs. The eunuchs donated money to build it themselves, so that they can have a place to live when they get old."

"Is it possible that you still want incense? Naturally, we have to find a secluded place."

"Let's go." He put the cigarette stick in his waist, stepped on the crooked stone steps, and walked up to the top of the mountain step by step.

Xiangjiu trotted to catch up, but encountered an old monk head-on on the mountainside.

To be precise, it is an old monk who is too old.

He was holding a broom, sweeping the stone steps into a miasma of smoke and dead leaves flying all over the sky.

Xiang Jiu held his breath, raised his sleeves and waved violently.

"Old monk, stop."

The old monk ignored her, scanning more and more vigorously.

"Old bald donkey, I tell you to stop!"

Xiang Jiu was angry.

Qiu Baishan was also angry, slapped her on the back of the forehead, and roared: "Why are you talking to your master!"

Master?

Xiangjiu: Damn, why are you so insane?

Xiangjiu was afraid that Qiu Baishan would really get angry with her, so she quickly showed a gorgeous smile, and said enthusiastically to the old monk: "Master, my disciples have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, so don't blame your disciples."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to go forward and kowtow to him.

The old monk directly hit her face with the broom.

Xiangjiu was afraid of losing his appearance, so he dodged sideways, slipped helplessly, and dodged his waist, seeing that he was about to roll downhill.

Qiu Baishan was so frightened that he stepped forward and supported her.

Xiang Jiu was frightened, and patted her heaving little chest. She managed to regain her composure and found that the old monk had disappeared.

"Where are the ancestors?"

Qiu Baishan said calmly: "He will come back, let's wait for him in the temple first."

After waiting until the middle of the day, Xiang Jiubai wandered around the temple bored.

Of course, this is just a disguise.

Her real purpose is to find clues.

Dangling around, I went into the yard a few times and came to the backyard. This place is large and bright, and the clothes are drying on the tall bamboo poles.

A little novice put them one by one into the big bamboo basket.

"Which ones belong to Du Wu?" Xiang Jiu said to the little monk.

Du Wu is the name of the old monk.

The little novice was very obedient, put his palms together, said something about Amitabha, and asked, "Do you know Du Wu?"

"Yes, he is my ancestor. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, I have to leave the palace, so I came to visit him."

"He went to sweep the mountain road and hasn't come back yet."

Xiang Jiu patted his bare head: "No problem, I was waiting for him in the temple, I have nothing to do, you can give me his clothes to dry, I happened to go to his house to clean."

The little novice believed it was true, so he carefully searched out two pieces of clothing in the bamboo basket and handed them to her.

Xiang Jiu thanked him again and again, before leaving he pretended to be puzzled and said: "I don't come here often, have I forgotten which house Master lives in?"

"Second floor, the second room from the left."

Secret grid

Xiang Jiu rummaged through boxes and cabinets in Du Wu's room.

I found a lot of tattered clothes, a lot of socks with holes, and even a few mice. They screamed in fright and almost got their hands bitten.

Then he put his ear against the dusty wall and tapped his knuckles one by one.I knocked around, but got nothing.

He continued to stick his ears to the ground, and knocked again, but still got nothing.

When Qiu Baishan and Du Wu came in, they were shocked by the messy scene in front of them.

"Ouch, this is a thief!" Qiu Baishan said with a jump.

Hearing the commotion, Xiangjiu got out from under the bed and said with a disfigured face, "Master, it's me..."

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Catching mice, there are quite a few." Xiang Jiu said without changing his expression.

"I see that you are deliberately making trouble, so hurry up and accompany your master."

Xiangjiu stepped forward obediently, said hello obediently, and kowtowed to Du Wu obediently.

After that, without waiting for Du Wu to open his mouth, he ran away from him: "I'll go to the kitchen and cook two dishes for Master."

Behind him was Qiu Baishan's roar: "You son of a bitch, come back and see if I won't break your dog legs."

There was no fishy meat in the temple, so Xiangjiu ran around in the kitchen, trying to find some vegetables.

She doesn't know how to cook, so she throws everything into a large iron pot, heats it up, adds oil, and the bellows makes a whirring noise, then picks up the spatula and stir-fries vigorously.

A plate of mixed chowder is out of the pot.

She took the big dish and went back to Du Wu's room.He took off the wine jug on his waist and poured a glass for each of the two old men.

Qiu Baishan knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks: "Boy, sit down too, let's eat together."

Xiangjiu raised his sleeves and wiped his face: "You two elders eat first, and I'll clean up the house."

After lunch, Du Wu clamored to sleep, fully interpreting eating and sleeping to the extreme.

Qiu Baishan undressed and took off his socks for him, served him on the kang, and even tucked in the quilt for him very thoughtfully.

On the way back, as usual, Xiangjiu drove the car, and he leaned on the smoking rod inside.

Walking halfway and entering the city, there are gradually more people, and the market is also much more lively.Xiangjiu pulled the reins to slow down the horse.

Suddenly, he clutched his stomach in pain, pretending to be in pain.

Qiu Baishan said ruthlessly: "Be patient."

She handed him the whip for beating the horse: "Perhaps I've eaten too much, so I can't help it!"

"Didn't you miss a bite of lunch?"

"...Eat early, eat bad early."

Qiu Baishan: I believe in ghosts.

"Go back to the palace first, don't wait for me, I'll find a hut first."

While talking, he jumped out of the car and ran away in a hurry.

Ran all the way to Fengyue Xiaolou.

It was the same place as ever—business was miserable, miserable.

Maitreya sat listlessly on the threshold, looking enviously at the prosperous Piaoxiang Pavilion opposite.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiang Jiu.

He was so happy that he jumped three feet high, grabbed Xiang Jiu's little claws, and pulled her into the Piaoxiang Pavilion regardless of her resistance.

I ordered a table of delicacies from mountains and seas.

As the name goes, happy holidays.

Happy sister!Xiangjiu held the money bag, she wanted to speak and shed tears first, this was the reward she got in exchange for her servility in the palace.

So spoiled.

Maitreya endured biting a big pig's trotter, and asked with a greasy mouth, "What's the matter with coming here all of a sudden?"

Xiangjiu just remembered the business, and managed to calm down from the grief and indignation.

"Du Wu, the former emperor's eunuch, you may have heard of it."

Maitreya shook his head reluctantly.

"I went to see him today, and under the floor tiles under his bed, I found a finger-wide crack in the floor." Xiang Jiu stretched out his index finger and gestured.

Maitreya endured a shock: "Is there a secret passage underneath?!"

"No."

Maitreya Ren: "..."

"But there are secret boxes."

Maitreya Ren: "What did you find?"

"Nothing at all."

Maitreya Ren: Can you speak without panting?

Xiangjiu pinched his chin, thinking like he was thinking: "There are hidden spaces but they are empty, it's so unusual."

Maitreya agreed: "In the dark cell, something must be missed, and it is a very important thing."

Xiang Jiu said: "But where did this thing go?"

"Transferred?"

"Or was it stolen or robbed?"

"Is Du Wu really crazy, or is he pretending to be crazy?"

Maitreya frowned and said: "There is one more thing you forgot, did Qiu Baishan know about it?"

"Correct!"

Qiu Baishan sighed as soon as Du Wu was mentioned, it was abnormal, abnormal, very abnormal.

So they decided to start a new task - tracking.

Maitreya followed Du Wu reluctantly, and Xiang Jiu followed Qiu Baishan.

It is not difficult for Mi Leren to follow Du Wu. After all, Fengyue Xiaolou's business is bleak, so he can "come and go without any worries".

But Xiangjiu is different, she is serving in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she can have no work all day long, but she can't see no one all day long.

Otherwise, Mu Surao would be "not seeing each other every day is like three autumns".

Well, worry.

Worrying one step at a time, the boy's head turned white.

She walked forward with her hands behind her back.From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small vendor selling Sabah rabbits.

"So cute."

She stopped and held one in her arms.

The peddler enthusiastically said: "Brother, you know the goods. This is an authentic Sabah rabbit, which is only found in Beiyuan. Do you want one?"

"It's good to buy it back to coax the little lady, I'm sure she likes it."

Little lady?

Xiang Jiu was happy, wanted to say that I was not married yet, but then thought of Mu Su Rao.

That's right, without a little lady, it's not bad to buy it back to coax the domineering emperor.

This aunt still hated her for giving Nuan Rongrong to Meng Qingdai, so she should give her compensation.

"Okay, I want it."

The peddler smiled happily: "Do you like the lively one or the quiet one? I'll choose for you."

"It's lively." Nuan Rongrong has such a temperament.

After buying the Sabah Rabbit, Xiang Jiu was completely out of money.The little heart is bleeding.

She hugged the little rabbit tightly, seeking a little warmth.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the palace, as soon as she entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she was shivering from the cold.

This kind of cold is very similar to the cold at the foot of the mountain today.It makes the hair stand on end and the cold sweat drips.

Nan Ye suddenly appeared, swooped down, hugged her long legs, and cried, "My godson, you killed me and Daddy."

Xiang Jiu looked down at him, startled: "Godfather, who made you look like this!"

Disheveled, unkempt, disheveled.

Nan Ye wiped her snot on her trousers: "Woo, who else can there be besides the imperial master."

"... Why did the prince torture you so much? You made her unhappy."

"No! It's not me! It's you who made her unhappy!"

"Me? I'm not in the Forbidden City today, how could I offend her?"

Nan Ye was very emotional: "It's because you're not here, you bastard, where did you go!"

"She took it out on me."

"He also said it was his fault for not being a godfather."

"Son, you really killed Daddy."

Xiangjiu's expression collapsed immediately, and he turned around and wanted to run.

Nanye regards her as a life-saving straw, and will not let go: "Son, do you still want to abandon your father and go?"

"The prince hasn't finished venting his anger yet, you go in and let her vent her anger."

Only fools go!Xiangjiu struggled desperately, and even said something rebellious—biting Nanye's ear.

Nanye grinned in pain, but relying on her weight advantage, she didn't escape successfully.

Jing Xi acted upon hearing the news, and led the servants around to help Nan Ye, joining this long and protracted battle.

Xiangjiu was outnumbered and exhausted, and was carried into the Snapper by their concerted efforts.

After putting her down, she fled for her life like the wind, leaving her alone to face the wrath of the emperor.

"My lord...the slave is back." She stammered.

Mu Surao leaned on the kang to read the memorial, without lifting her eyelids.

"Emperor...Master?" Xiang Jiu called out again.

Mu Surao is still