System maintenance

Before the sky turned pale, the sound of getting dressed was heard from the servant's room in the west courtyard of the palace.

A busy day begins.

Under the urging of the second steward, a group of servants dressed in coarse cloth were scattered in various parts of the palace.

A stable is nothing more than a place where horses are raised and fed.

"It's useless, help me look at it, I'm so sleepy, I'll take a nap for a while." The handsome young man lay in the haystack of the stable and yawned, his eyes bleary.

Glancing at the young man who had started snoring, he silently rubbed his temples, picked up the hay and put them one by one into the trough in front of the horse.

It has been more than half a month since he came to the palace, and he has inquired about many things intentionally or unintentionally. He knows some of Liu Yan's living habits. For example, every year on the ninth day of July, he will go to Nanyuan alone for ten days. Yan is still too difficult.

Among the dozens of horses was a black steed with a tuft of fiery red hair on its head and strong limbs. It was Liu Yan's mount, Lei Feng.

Shen Mo rolled up his sleeves and brushed the horse's hair over and over again with the brush. When the brush stopped at the mane on the horse's neck, the horse snorted loudly. pain.

The young man in the haystack was startled, and ran over quickly to break the silence, "Hey, you want to be kicked to death, don't you?"

Silently looking at the horse, he frowned slightly, "Zhang Yuan, Lei Feng is ill."

As soon as this sentence fell, Zhang Yuan's expression changed. He scratched his hair and paced back and forth, "Look at the horse, I'll tell the second steward." After speaking, he ran away anxiously.

"Thank you." Mo Mo touched the horse's neck, wiped away the tears secreted from the corners of its eyes because of the pain, and patiently smoothed its hair.

The black horse blinked its eyes, kicked the soil with its hoofs, and spit out a lot of fodder, rubbing a large amount of stains on Silence's clothes.

Uneasy, he touched the horse's head with his hands, and asked silently in his heart, "111, the medicine won't have any side effects, right?"

The task this time is arduous, and he has provided a lot of things. What he used just now is a kind of medicine, which makes the horse look like he has a cold. According to how much Liu Yan cares about the horse, he will send someone to check it soon, and find the horse. He went to ask questions.

"Ding, reject the cottage."

Mo Mo's eyes twitched, and he teased casually, "111, your Xipi 000 hasn't come out for a long time."

"Ding, the system is under maintenance."

He grabbed a handful of fodder and put it to the horse's mouth, and silently patted its head. Not long after, Zhang Yuan came back and followed the doctor in the mansion, signaling his reassurance with his eyes, and silently followed the second steward to appear in the garden.

The servants in the mansion are of different ranks, distinguished from the clothes, the gray coarse cloth is the lowest, that is, the silent ones, those servants who stand here serving tea and water wear yellow clothes, and usually go in and out with the master wearing dark blue clothes.

Serving a slave is different from serving a master.

The second steward bent down and said respectfully, "My lord, the new groom is here."

The garden was very quiet, only the crisp sound of the cups and the melodious sound of the piano, silently lowered his head, "Slave Cheng Wuyong pays homage to the lord."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the second steward wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, knelt down on the ground, pursed his lips silently, and knelt down.

"My lord, Lei Feng will be fine if nothing happens."

The soft and soft female voice eased the stagnant atmosphere, and then a chuckle sounded, "Useless? It's the first time this king has heard such an elegant name."

"Going back to the lord, it must be the slave's parents wishing the slave a safe life." Shen Mo lowered his eyes and responded calmly.

The female voice sounded again, this time with a little more surprise and approval, "My lord, this new groom has some ink in his stomach. The most important point is that he can see through things that the world doesn't understand."

"Head up."

The corners of Shen Mo's lips were pursed even tighter, and he slowly raised his eyes with a sullen face.

The man sitting in front of a piano was dressed in a red dress with dark patterned cloud sleeves, his facial contours were carved like a knife and an axe, there was not a trace of softness and beauty, but he was overly seductive all his life.

Born in an emperor's family, he is arrogant and unruly with a kind of calm and noble air. This man is the most charming man he has ever seen, bar none.

It looks like amorous feelings, but it is ruthless.

Sitting next to the man is a beautiful woman, wearing a fox fur cloak, her confidante, the oiran of the Moonful Tower, Kong Yue.

The people in the city all said that the Ninth Prince had nothing to do all day long, spending his days and drinking, and indulging in the gentle village.

Once it was passed on from ten to ten to a hundred, it would naturally spread, and it would be difficult for those in the palace to know if it reached the capital.

As a result, the emperor was angry, and his attention to Liu Yan gradually faded, and at this time, it was the gale.

Liu Yan took the piano away, and there was almost imperceptible sharpness in his cynical gaze, "Lei Feng suffered from the wind and cold, let's talk about it."

"There is a rain leak in the stable." Shen Mo lowered his eyes, "It was reported a few days ago, but it has not been repaired for a long time, and there was another heavy rain last night."

The second steward next to him wiped his sweat again, but fortunately that matter did not touch him, the stable has always been managed by the chief steward himself.

Liu Yan leaned back, put his hands on Kong Yue's waist, and squinted, "Fu'an, can you hear me?"

"I'm going now, old slave." The second steward responded and ordered his servants to repair the stable.

The huge garden was silent, Shen Mo had been kneeling on the pebble passage, the stones rubbed his knees, and the surrounding cold was blowing, the blood on his face slowly faded.

Until the strings suddenly made a Weng sound, Shen Mo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he raised his eyelids and looked at Liu Yan, who knew that the other party was also looking at him, narrowing his long and narrow phoenix eyes, with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Shen Mo was covered with hairs under his gaze, and felt that he was standing naked in front of him, which was extremely strange.

"The slave is willing to accept the punishment."

Liu Yan hooked his lips, unable to hear much emotion, "Go down."

"Yes." Shen Mo frowned, endured the discomfort in his legs, stood up, and stepped back to leave.

Seeing the man beside him squinting his eyes, Kong Yue slightly bowed and saluted, "My lord, Kong Yue is going back first."

Tighten the fox fur to her, Liu Yan's voice is not hard to hear a bit soft, "You are not in good health, let Du Jiu take you back."

At noon in winter, the sun is not hot, but it is warm, but the garden seems to be shrouded in ice and snow.

"The groom...useless...heh..." Liu Yan had a consistent smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold, "Who sent this time..."

Shen Mo was hit by ten boards, and limped down to the human room, with burning pain in his buttocks, every step he took, those wounds rubbed against the coarse cloth, making his teeth tremble uncontrollably.

The servant's room is very large, with rows of beds made of cold and hard wooden boards. There are various strange smells in the air, and the silence has changed from the initial repulsion to a habit.

The environment can make people change, far beyond their expectations.

Lifting the quilt and laying down on the bed carefully, silently calling 111 in his mind, a white jade bottle appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and he was about to give himself medicine when he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Useless, are you okay?" Following the sound of the door opening, Zhang Yuan walked over quickly, pulled the quilt off Shen Mo's body, and took off his pants without saying a word.

silence:……

The wound on the buttocks was exposed to the cold air, Shen Mo trembled inadvertently, grinding his back molars, "Have you seen enough?"

Zhang Yuan coughed in embarrassment, and touched the back of his head, not awkward, "They're all old men, so why be shy, come on, it's useless, I'll help you with the medicine."

But his eyeballs were pressed against Shen Mo's buttocks, and he didn't move away at all.

Zhang Yuan didn't know where he got the ointment, he pulled out the cork of the bottle, got some ointment in his hands and applied it, his voice was a little tight, "It's useless, hold on."

Shen Mo hummed, buried his face in the quilt and clenched his teeth, his whole body twitching in pain.

After blowing with his mouth, Zhang Yuan saw that the young man's breathing was calmer, so he leaned closer and whispered, "Useless? Cheng Wuyong?"

The silent muffled voice was nasal, "What are you doing?"

"The big manager is vicious, you shouldn't bring this matter on him." Zhang Yuan bit his lower lip, thinking, "He will come back from his hometown in a few days, let's see if he can be soft Admit your mistake, it really doesn’t work, I’ll take out the money I’ve saved.”

Silence's eyes flickered, but he didn't say a word.

The servants of the palace eat in the back kitchen. The cook who is in charge of the spoon is an old woman in her 50s. The servants respectfully call her mother-in-law. She is the oldest in the mansion. The steward will weigh his words when speaking in front of her.

Because she was one of the fire-headed troops who followed the army to fight the chaos in the northwest.

The old woman put a spoonful of diced meat into the silent bowl, and asked with a smile, "It's useless, who else is there in your family? Have you married a wife and had children?"

"Thank you mother-in-law, um, there is no one in the family." Shen Mo picked up the food in the big bowl, and said vaguely, "I look like this, no girl from any family would like it."

The smile on the old woman's face got bigger, "Mother-in-law thinks that girl Cuihua is pretty good."

puff----

Zhang Yuan spat out the food, "Grandmother, Cuihua is almost 40, and Wuyong is only 20. Do you want Wuyong to be her son?"

"Marrying a good wife, age, looks, it doesn't matter." The old woman looked silent, "Cuihua can endure hardships, but also can do it. Her first-hand embroidery skills are even worse than her mother-in-law's. It's useless if you follow her... "

puff----

This time it was silence that couldn't hold back, he looked at the mouthful of rice and a few pieces of diced meat at his feet, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Zhang Yuan laughed out loud, tears came out of the laughter, and the servants around heard it and laughed too.

Only then did the old woman realize that she had said something wrong, she patted Shen Mo's head, "It's useless, in this life, everyone is the same as everyone else, the important thing is..."

"Mother-in-law, I'll get you some tea." Shen Mo got up and interrupted, and strode away with a bowl in hand.

The old woman shifted her gaze to another young man, "Zhang Yuan, is there anyone else in your family, have you married and had children?"

"Grandmother, I have been here for three years, and you have asked me a total of..." Zhang Yuan shook his hand, put down the bowl, raised his hands and flipped it back and forth, "No less than fifty times."

"Mother-in-law is getting old and has a bad memory." The old woman paused and sighed, "Then have you married and had children?"