Why are the women in the harem tearing up

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I have been in the palace for a long time, but I have not forgotten that I used to be an unrestrained modern woman with emancipated thoughts. Every time I want to kneel down and prostrate and call slaves, there is always a small thorn in my heart, which will last forever.

Although I live a good life, it's interesting to have fun with a group of people in the Empress's courtyard every day. Concubine Liu Cha is even more kind to me. If I have been influenced by the cultural thinking here since I was born, I probably won't be willing to leave.It's a pity that I am a free person who pursues personality equality.

I had the idea of ​​running away from the very beginning, from the moment I opened my eyes in this world, so I didn't panic.

It's all about waiting.

The opportunity came quickly, the new concubine Fang Fei was pregnant, the Northwest family pardoned and returned to Beijing, the Tatars took advantage of the New Year's Eve to attack the Central Plains desperately, Fang General Wei Xiaojun was ordered to lead the army to the Northwest on New Year's Eve.

The palace was in chaos on New Year's Eve.

Concubine Liu Chafei specially told me not to run around, so I nodded obediently.

The moonlight was dim, and the flames were extremely bright, but they all gathered in front of the army, and the gate of the palace was sluggish.It is undoubtedly the best time.Obviously, not only I think so, but also the pair of fateful mandarin ducks.I arrived at the gate of the palace with them, and I was about to step out, but the flames were blazing behind me. Concubine De brought her troops to arrest her ignorant little daughter and that ignorant guard and went back. Concubine Liu Cha also He was pulled over to persuade the princess.

I turned around and glanced at Concubine Liu Cha.

She also looked at me through the figure holding the torch, and grabbed my wrist before the guard grabbed me. She put on airs and said to the guard, "My brother is also going out with General Fang!" , I will send the palace daughter to say some personal words."

After finishing speaking, I put down my hand heavily.

I looked at her, and it turned out that Concubine Liu Cha, who usually gossips and laughs like gossip, still has such a... aggressive side.At this time, I suddenly blamed myself a little. I usually only read messy novels and didn’t read many useful books. When choosing words, I didn’t know how to describe it better. The end is less beautiful.

Seeing that I would not leave, she pushed me hard.

"Why are you standing there!" She cursed bitterly, "You dog slave!"

Clearly scolded and burst into tears.

I reacted and ran out quickly, the palace gate was getting closer and further away from me, she said from behind, "I knew you were not a thing in the pool."

I wondered if I had heard it wrong.

In the next second, she used her harem aunt's nosy voice to shout loudly: "Ah, ah, princess, isn't your mother and concubine all for you! You are the only princess in our palace, ah, ah, But gold is precious..."

oh fuck!It's not something in the pool, it's quite elegant, what's the matter with hypocrisy!I scolded with my nose sour, but I just don't like to be restrained, I want someone to be reluctant to leave, I knew it earlier.

In short, I got out of the palace gate smoothly or not.

When I got outside, I looked back before I could take a big breath of free air.At the gate of the palace, I didn't see Concubine Liu Cha, but the empress was standing on the palace wall, as if she saw me, and smiled at me from a distance.

***

Life outside the palace is quite comfortable.

I wanted to go out of the palace alone and start again, but before I left, our tea concubine clearly stuffed a bag of golden beans into my palm, so I spent the money with uneasy conscience, and I didn’t have to worry about food wear.

I make a living as a storyteller under the overpass in a teahouse. Sometimes I talk about the excerpts of "Journey to the West" that I have prepared for a long time, and sometimes I just write nonsense stories about love affairs, knights in the rivers and lakes, and secret affairs of the court when the mood arises.

When I mentioned that the Empress was quacking and laughing, everyone booed and booed. It was said that the Empress was cruel, seductive and ruthless in folklore. , bowing and apologizing, "The little one is talking about the empress of a small border country."

Occasionally, I can see the demon sect and the famous decent sect fighting in the restaurant. I will not be moved by telling the story of Guangmingding's capture of the dragon-slaying sword. beat.

This kind of life is comfortable, and I can meet a few friends who share the same taste.

The fat man who lived in the yard next door to me spent all day noble and glamorous in his room drawing some blueprints. When I was hungry, I would go over there to grab a meal and tell him a few stories by the way.Fatty's drawings piled up all over the room, and he never avoided me, probably thinking that I couldn't understand.Others can't understand it, but given my special status as a traverser, I can generally know what kind of weapon these design drawings are. From the perspective of complexity, it is much higher than those cold weapons.

I knew this fat man was not an ordinary person.

Fatty’s cooking can be said to have a taste that should only be found in heaven. Since I ate it, the raw rice I made by myself has been included in the ranks of the best.

I told him the story of Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min, the story of He Shen and Qianlong, the story of Dongfang Bubai and Linghu Chong, and the story of the decent family and the leader of the Demon Cult.

More often, it tells the story of the tea concubine empress and the empress empress goose laughing.

When I told the story, he always listened with a little smile on his mouth, and was very polite, except when he heard about that famous decent man and the leader of the Demon Cult, he had a very strange expression on his face.

I once saw him draw a bed full of drawings without sleep all night, and then burned the paper with a fire.

One day, I had a dream and told him about it at breakfast the next day.

There are a lot of people in the room, there are villains and there are decent people.The villain was indeed a villain in appearance, not handsome but with a fierce face, he looked like a villain at first glance.I and the whole house of decent people hate him so much.

But when the famous sect was strangling him together, because I was in the way, they stabbed at me with a sword.

The villain stepped forward and blocked the point of the sword with himself, pushed me casually, and said with a smile: "She's just a little girl, why bother to involve her."

I still hate him because he's a villain.

And it doesn't look good either.

I watched the villain who had received a sword for me stand up to fight, and was about to lose, the tip of the famous and decent sword pointed directly at his chest.

I stopped here and finished my millet porridge quietly.

The fat man who doesn't care about anything on weekdays suddenly asked me: "What happened next?"

"Later..." I poked the pickle dish a few times with my chopsticks, "I want to drink fish soup at noon."

The fat man nodded.

I continued: "I thought how painful it would be to be stabbed by this sword, so I didn't dare to block it for him."

"Oh." Fatty nodded, still in his usual appearance, walked to the desk and continued to draw drawings.

Later, a group of people in white clothes came to my door, knocked on the door and asked: Is Zhou Budu here?I yawned and raised my eyes, "Zhou Budu? I haven't heard of it."

"Miss, think about it again, you are a master who doesn't care much about people, fat." A kinder brother at the back asked politely.

I shook my head.

The one at the beginning looked arrogant and impatient, "What are you talking about, just go in and search!"

The kind brother shouted at him: "What are you looking for! If he really wants to hide, we can find him with his ability? Didn't you see that the small yard next door is empty! He can let you find him easily?"

I half-closed my eyes and pretended to be crazy, yawned, let them quarrel at my door, and went back to continue dreaming under the quilt.

After waking up from sleep, I went to the next door to have breakfast. The fat man sat there upright and waited for me. It was not what those people said, there was no one next door.However, the room was much cleaner, the blueprints were gone, and only a few rubs of dust in the corners could be vaguely seen.

Later, a man in black clothes came to my door.

His face is very fierce, and he looks like a bad guy.

After he saw me, his already stiff face became even more stiff, and the mountain and rain were about to come, and the wind filled the building, and he was about to draw his sword.I took a step back, "Strong man! You may have entered the wrong door! I live by myself! The fat man who doesn't like to talk to people lives next door."

The black clothes looked a little embarrassed, and immediately smiled at me, "Thank you."

I let out a long sigh of relief, darling, there is such a big difference between my rival and my teammate, thanks to the fact that I am a teammate and not a rival.

At dawn when the sky was still dark, I stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked towards the next door. The lights came on and the door opened and closed.I leaned against the door frame and thought to myself, I wonder if the sound insulation of this ancient house was good.Then he smiled foolishly, both of them are of the gourd type, so maybe they have a voice or not.

I went back to sleep and woke up from hunger.

I was rubbing my eyes and was about to go to the next door to have breakfast. When I went out, I was shocked by the cold wind and stopped straight.Hold!Can't go over to eat!

I stood at the door and looked at the neighbor with affection, my stomach beat and I missed my fat neighbor who never slept in and the delicious breakfast.

When I was looking at the neighbor with resentment, a man in a purple robe patted me from behind, and he also glanced at the quiet little house next door to me: "Another girl who has lost love."

"I've lost my love for your mother!" I yelled at him.

After the roar, the atmosphere was still tense, and our stomachs growled in unison.

I immediately lost my momentum and asked weakly, "Can you cook?"

***

Xiao Wuyang and I became friends because of food. Although his food is not as good as Fatty's, it is much better than my raw rice.

While eating, Xiao Wuyang complained to me that their leader is inhumane, and he left home to find a wife if he disagreed with him. He didn't sleep for three days and nights and exhausted eight horses before he could barely catch up.

I took a deep breath: "The leader of the Demon Cult?"

He nodded.

Damn, the stories I made up are accurate.

After breakfast, I looked at my arms again. Both the fat man and the leader were still as bored as before, and there was no change.At most, the fat man is willing to go for a walk with the leader, and sit in the yard by himself making tea, playing chess and drawing blueprints, while the leader is in the yard holding a sword and pruning the branches of the tree.

Xiao Wuyang and I stood in the distance, one tall and one short, twitting our lips.

The leader didn't stay here for long, and rode on the road a few days later, and the fat man didn't come out to see him off. Xiao Wuyang stood behind me and shook his head, "Zhou Budu has such a bad temper... I'm really worried about these two people."

I smiled and looked at Xiao Wuyang who stayed at my house, and smiled, "Why the hell didn't you go with your leader!"

"I was ordered in danger to help the leader watch over Zhou Budu and prevent him from stealing people." Xiao Wuyang looked like a rascal.

He was still wearing a bright purple robe and swaying around in this area. When I was talking about the book, he would support me from the bottom.

At that time, the fat man was no different than usual, except for Xiao Wuyang, a bastard, he didn't say anything, and prepared an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks in a personable manner.If there is any difference, it is that I am no longer the only one doing the dishes.

When I was washing the dishes, I would tell Xiao Wuyang my stories, such as mobile phones, computers, air conditioners, refrigerators, and tea queens, Eunuch Mou and little mosquitoes.

The tea concubine quietly asked me to go to the imperial study to listen to the wall, and the next day I was stung all over my body. She smiled at me embarrassedly, took the ointment and rubbed it on me, and then asked me to rub it on her.

The tea concubine secretly gave me half of the powder, which made me sneeze indiscriminately all over my face.

The concubine tea sat in the yard with her cheeks resting on her back and listened carefully to my storytelling, raising her hands to ask questions obediently, and applauding me obediently for a good storytelling.

The tea concubine called me "Rong'er" repeatedly, and I said you should shut up quickly, she said, okay Rong'er.

Tea concubine tea concubine tea concubine.

We gathered together in the small courtyard of the empress, and we talked with each other in a very tacit understanding, just like a group crosstalk.

I don't know if they will miss me after I leave.

Will Concubine Cha still be as stupid as before?

Are you still so fond of cracking melon seeds?

"Fuck!" Xiao Wuyang scolded, "I just can't understand you people, the leader used to be like you every day, in a daze with affection, fuck!"

I laughed, "I kind of miss our tea concubine."

"How much do you think?" Xiao Wuyang asked.

"I wish I could see you now." I said.

Xiao Wuyang pulled his thin lips and sneered, "Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Wuyang, who else could it be?Before I could talk to him, he said by himself, "Xiao Wuyang, the head of the Demon Cult's assassination hall." He added the drama to himself, and then laughed sinisterly, "Who do you want? It doesn't matter if she is the tea concubine or the wine concubine , I'm sure it will be robbed by you without anyone noticing."

robbery...

good idea!

I said hesitantly: "But...what if she wants to do it?"

Xiao Wuyang gave me a "you stupid" expression, "We are fucking robbers! Have you ever seen someone who asks a hostage for his opinion! At worst, he will be tied up in your house. The tortures of our demon sect are countless. You can use whip wax oil as you like, if you don’t believe it, it won’t subdue your sweetheart.”

From this point of view, whoever is unlucky enough to become Xiao Wuyang's sweetheart would be the unluckiest of misfortunes.

"You are SM, not chasing people!"

"What mother?"

"Your mother!" I patted him on the shoulder, "You! Go today and rob me of the tea concubine!"

"By the way, tell me something." I scratched the ground with my toes a few times, "Just say that I miss her a little bit."

Just a little, just a little!