The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

In the claustrophobic corner of Xinzheku, Erqing shed tears while brushing the barrel.

In the book, Wei Yingluo was embarrassed by Xin Zheku's steward because she offended the emperor, and was punished to do the dirtiest and hardest work.

When it was her turn, it was her own death.

Er Qing endured the filthy smell emanating from Gong Tong in front of her, but she couldn't help shedding tears.

Why is it so difficult to be a good person in this deep palace? She tried her best to stop Wei Yingluo from taking revenge, but it was still to no avail.

In order to save the empress, she could only choose the most stupid way.

It's not that she has no regrets, but if she does it all over again, she will still choose this way.

It's just that the feeling of grievance came, and I couldn't restrain it no matter what.

Xinzheku's Datong bedding is extremely thin, and when you sleep on it, you can feel the faint cold air coming up from the brick floor and penetrating into your bones.

After sleeping like this all night, I woke up with stiff shoulders in the morning.

Lunch is yellow and dry steamed buns, even if it is unpalatable, you have to eat it. If you don't eat it, you can't even survive half an hour in the afternoon.

The empress treats her servants very well, even the food for her servants is extremely delicate.

I am used to eating fine clothes and fine food, and I changed to the steamed buns with a bad smell for a while, and then I smelled the stench in front of me, until now my stomach is still churning with sour water, and I almost want to vomit.

She has never suffered such a crime, she just feels that she is dawdling around here every day.

All he wanted was to let Yingluo persuade the empress to call her back as soon as possible when the queen's anger subsided.

Erqing stared blankly at the tears falling into the bucket.

Her eyes were blurred by tears, but she couldn't move her hand to wipe it off.

Fortunately, no one here is willing to come, and no one will see her embarrassed appearance.

"Everyone who comes to Xinzheku will cry."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, Erqing felt the shadow in front of her and looked up.

That man's face was beautiful and feminine, even though he was wearing the most inferior clean army clothes, it couldn't conceal his divine and aloof demeanor.

That person is Yuan Chunwang.

Thinking of the fact that Yuan Chunwang did all the bad things in the book, and that he had some reasons for his fate, Er Qing couldn't give him a good face.

Erqing lowered her head without saying a word, and scrubbed earnestly.

Yuan Chunwang stood on the spot and stared at her carefully for a while, then let out a chuckle, "You are the most crying person I have ever seen."

Erqing stopped and looked up at him.

But a big teardrop fell down again, and the eyes were blurred, she couldn't free her hand to wipe it, so she had to raise her arm to wipe the tears on the clothes on her upper arm.

Yuan Chunwang squatted down suddenly, took out a square scarf from his cuff, and wiped away her tears carefully.

When Erqing came to her senses, he had almost wiped it off.

She turned her head, "You don't need to be kind."

Yuan Chunwang was not annoyed, put the handkerchief with her tears back into his cuff and put it away properly, then he stood up and said, "There is a guard at the door standing at the door of Xinzheku, wanting to see you."

"Help me refuse."

The guard was handsome and upright, looking at her anxious and worried appearance, Yuan Chunwang thought it was Er Qing's best friend, seeing her resolutely rejecting him, he felt a little happy, but he raised his eyebrows, "Don't you need my kindness? ?If that’s the case, you should refuse it yourself.”

Erqing stopped her movements and thought for a while, then resumed her movements and said casually: "Then let him wait there."

"You have been in Xinzheku for more than ten days, and you cry every day. Could it be because of him?" Yuan Chunwang unconsciously raised his heart, carefully watching her expression.

Erqing pursed her lips and was speechless.

She did it because of...the bucket is too smelly, the work is too heavy, the bed is too cold, and the steamed buns are unpalatable.

Who would have the leisure to cry for Fu Heng, and it's not because he is full.

Yuan Chunwang accepted her acquiescence, and his heart sank slightly before he said, "Since that's the case, he comes to you every day, why don't you see him?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You don't want to see him in such a distressed state." Yuan Chunwang said firmly.

Being poked into the mind by Yuan Chunwang, Er Qing was a little annoyed but denied it in a cold voice: "No."

Although she didn't like Fu Heng, she still didn't want to see him like this.

She couldn't tell the reason, but she probably just didn't want him to see her distressed appearance.

Yuan Chunwang laughed out loud, "That's it."

Erqing stopped her movements and raised her eyes to look at him, "You're so idle that you came here to gossip about me?"

"Yes, it's just that idle, so I found a job for myself." Yuan Chunwang nodded, sat down beside her, put on gloves, and together with Er Qing cleaned the pail.

Now that lofty and incomparable grand lady of the Changchun Palace fell into the quagmire and fell with him, he felt a little wickedly happy in his heart.

Although she always had a cold and pretty face and didn't give him a good look, but he somehow enjoyed it.

"Erqing, someone is looking for you outside Xuanwu Gate."

A Xinzheku palace man stood at the gate of the courtyard, pinching his nose and shouting from afar, but because the courtyard was so filthy, she was unwilling to take a step closer.

Erqing took off her gloves and washed her hands before walking out of the courtyard.

"Who is looking for me?"

The palace man couldn't bear the foul smell emanating from the courtyard, stepped back a few steps, raised his hand and slapped the tip of his nose fiercely, and said impatiently: "How do I know, anyway, just hurry up and go."

After the palace man delivered the message, he couldn't wait to leave here.

Erqing frowned, wondering who was looking for her.

"Could it be that your girlfriend didn't give up and asked someone to trick you out?" Behind him came Yuan Chunwang's cool voice.

"He's not my friend, and it won't be him."

Er Qing turned around and saw Yuan Chunwang leaning against the courtyard door with a narrow smile, subconsciously retorted.

It won't be him.

Fu Heng is a gentleman like jade, she has already shown her decision by avoiding him, and he shows his persistence by coming here every day.

He wanted to see her, but he definitely would not deliberately deceive her against her wishes just to meet her.

But if it wasn't him, who would it be?

After walking far away to Xuanwu Gate, Erqing finally knew who was going to see her.

The man was about the age of Yorshun, wearing a flower feather on his head, stroking his beard with a serious face, waiting at the Xuanwu Gate.

That man is Erqing's father, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment to protect him.

With a cold face, he led Erqing to a corner where no one was around, and stopped for a while, then scolded: "You really let my father down! What kind of wrong things did you do to make the gentle empress angry?" Jiedi put you into Xinzheku? Do you know that you will lose the family's face!"

Erqing recalled that in the original book, Laibao placed extremely high expectations on the original owner, and kept telling her in her ears that she must seize the opportunity if she had the opportunity. If she could become the emperor's woman, not only would she be rich for life, but her family would also be rich. With a hoisting flag.

Er Qing felt a little funny, Laibao, as a first-rank official in the Qing Dynasty, didn't think about how to do a good job in his own merits, and one day achieve something that the emperor rewarded and raised the flag, but to put such a heavy responsibility on the original owner.

In the original master's book, the blackening of profit and greed is ultimately the fault of the family's poor education.