"Why has the emperor not established a queen for so long?"
The man who was asked looked confused for a while, and then said quietly: "I already have a candidate." After a pause, he murmured: "I have been waiting for him to grow up, but when he grows up, I will no longer
I can’t find him either.”
The woman still had a calm expression, "The emperor loves her?"
"Yes, I love him so much that I am willing to give up this country and grow old hand in hand with him."
The man who had been standing in front of the window answering suddenly turned around and asked the indifferent-looking woman, "Concubine Huan, I have wronged you for so many years."
The woman's face finally moved slightly, and she suppressed the astringent feeling in her throat and said calmly: "If it weren't for the emperor, I would have been married to my father without knowing where I was. Over the years, I have always been grateful. I just want to think about it.
I chant sutras and recite Buddha's name every day, praying for the emperor's stability in this life, and repaying the emperor's kindness."
"Yuanyuan, I was the one who was sorry for you back then. If I hadn't taken you to see him, you wouldn't be here today."
"Your Majesty," Concubine Huan suddenly sternly shouted, "what happened back then was my own willing, and it was definitely not the Emperor's fault. Moreover, for so many years, the Emperor has fulfilled all of my concubine's wishes, and I feel guilty about it."
The emperor sighed slightly, "I have neglected you for so many years. I just don't want you to get involved in harem disputes. That is not what you should experience."
The woman smiled knowingly, "After all these years, Your Majesty still knows me best. We are worthy of being close friends." It's no longer me, my concubine, but me, us.
The man rarely let go of his majestic appearance, walked over and patted the woman on the head, scolding her as if she was pitying the sister next door, "She is still as sharp-tongued as before. Who told us to grow up together? According to the folk saying, we are childhood sweethearts."
"You are the emperor, so you are naturally different from the common people."
"Your Majesty," the man's eyes suddenly turned cold, "They don't take me as the Emperor seriously."
The woman smiled lightly and seemed to understand, "Is the Emperor going to do something?"
He didn't care that the people he mentioned included his own family.
The man looked at her again, still with the gentle look on his face from the beginning.
"Yuanyuan, have you used today's breakfast? Come and have some with me."
The woman nodded, with a smile in her eyes, "Okay."
After having breakfast in the kitchen today, I was really bored. Yu Ya has been favored recently, and she no longer has time to come to other courtyards to chat with me. At least not as frequently as before. However, this is what I need, all day long
It makes me sick to death to see her crying and talking about being favored and fighting for favor in front of me.
I am the emperor's concubine, but I am definitely not the emperor's woman.
So the harem is far away from me. No, I am far away from the harem. Because this is not a place that belongs to me. When the time comes, I will leave and go back to the home I run for myself. Back to my family,
Unknowingly, I have regarded Xiaoqi and the loyal uncle from the official family in the villa as my relatives. The most important thing is that there is an old guy outside who loves me the most.
Even if I don’t know what stories he, my mother, and everyone else have, I know that I am extremely important to him. Otherwise, why are you always willing to be teased by me?
Doing things he never likes.
After taking a comfortable bath, I took Yun Ying out to hang out. Of course she was wearing makeup, but this time she was not a little eunuch, but an ordinary palace lady. I hope the "tragedy" like last time will not happen. Yes.
Bu Yunying's eyes killed me.
In the past few years of getting along day and night, Yun Ying, a girl, has not learned how to be good at movies, and she has learned how to treat her master no matter how big or small. However, what makes me happy is that the innate servility in her has almost disappeared.
This gave me a small sense of accomplishment.
However, in my education to her, the most important thing is to be able to bend and stretch. No matter what time or situation, the most important thing is to save your life. Moreover, you must know how to disguise and play what role to what kind of people.
It doesn't matter to me whether you're big or small, but you have to pay attention to etiquette when it comes to those cannibalistic masters outside. Kneel down when you need to, show weakness when you need to, and run away when you need to. Don't be so stupid that you do stupid things.
Compared to the two times I was amazed when I saw the grandeur of this palace, now that the novelty has worn off, I really don’t feel anything at all anymore.
While we were strolling around, suddenly a master-like figure came in front of us. Yun Ying and I quickly pulled over, with our heads lowered and our hands hanging down, and we stood obediently to the side. We leaned slightly over to make some preparations, and prepared to leave in a hurry with Yun Ying.
Sima Shao looked at the two ordinary maids who were passing by in a hurry. He didn't know why he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if - yes, it was the fragrance of their bodies, with a faint scent of osmanthus, and a strange and quiet atmosphere.
Where is it? Where have I smelled this fragrance?
"Wait a minute." The little master in brocade clothes spoke. I knew trouble was coming. That fierce prince was not someone I could mess with. I lowered my head, but I had to be careful not to let him recognize me.
When he came to this palace, he never met any woman who came to compete with him or provoked such a young ancestor. Fortunately, he didn't let Xiao Quanzi come out with him today. He was responsible for guarding the door. Otherwise, the little life he had just saved would be lost.
Gone.
Sima Shao remembered that the smell of the slave who jumped on him out of nowhere that day was like this. At that time, he was still wondering why a slave had a scent.
Although I called God, Holy Mother, Jade Emperor several times in my heart... but no one paid attention to me. The arrogant prince came over with complicated eyes, looked at me evilly and smiled: "Why, the little eunuch has become a palace maid again.
." Then he shouted sternly, "You dare to deceive this prince, do you know what crime you have committed?"
I secretly pulled Yun Ying to his knees, with a flustered face, almost in tears, and stammered: "Your Highness, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just offended you and ran away secretly because I was afraid that you would blame me.
Your Highness, please forgive me." He kowtowed a few more times and said, "Your Highness, please spare me. This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die."
Yun Ying murmured from behind: "Miss——"
I secretly shook my head at her, but still lowered my head in fear and repeated those few words.
"Damn slave." As he said this, a kick came towards me. I was in a daze and couldn't react. Even if I could avoid it, I absolutely couldn't avoid it.
My chest was tight and painful. Fortunately, he was still a child. Otherwise, as a prince, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so his foot strength would naturally be strong. I cooperated and fell backward to reduce the force of the kick on me, but
Still couldn't help but groan, it hurt so much.
Yun Ying took him from behind, but I got up in a panic and knelt respectfully in front of him.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust his breathing disrupted by the kick. He forced himself to squeeze out a few tears and cried quietly.
Sima Shao looked at this humble and respectful slave and didn't understand why he felt that she was special that day. Moreover, the figure she pounced on that day clearly seemed to have been planned for a long time, and there was clearly a teasing color in her eyes, the kind of smile that made people succeed.
, which made the feeling of lying in bed for the past month even more painful. How could my feet, which were perfectly fine, hurt so much that I couldn't get out of bed for a month? It was not wrong, how could I be wrong, but now this terrified person was kneeling on the ground?
Slave, it’s really her.
I thought about it for a month, searched for it for a month, and vowed to take revenge, teach her a lesson, let her know that he is the prince, and she is just a slave, and teach her how to be a slave.
But when he saw her kneeling submissively in front of him, he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt angry and unhappy at her humble appearance.
After thinking about it, he glared at her fiercely, and while she was crying and kowtowing to beg for mercy, he tossed his sleeves and left angrily.
Seeing the little benefactor leaving inexplicably, and the inexplicable anger in his eyes, I blinked in confusion, where did this song come from? At this time, I felt a pain in my chest, I coughed a few times, and actually vomited a mouthful of blood.
After a moment of dizziness, the appearance of the cloud shadow in front of me gradually became blurry. The last thing I realized was the look on her face as she yelled at me in panic——
"Miss, you want to eat the brown sugar boiled eggs."
I looked at it with disgust. I know that boiled eggs with brown sugar are delicious once you eat them. However, if you eat them for a month, even delicacies will become tasteless. However,
Yun Ying insisted that eating this would be helpful for my old problem of chest pain. Since there is no evidence to prove it, I have no way to verify this.
So, I had no choice but to bite the bullet. Seeing Yun Ying going crazy, I closed my eyes and ate obediently.
Originally, the kick from that brat that day was not very strong, but it caused the symptoms of my illness. I had been seriously ill before, although after that accident, under the care of Chen Ningyuan, my kick was cured.
Xiao Ming was saved from the hands of the King of Hell, but he suffered from chest pain.
Damn brat, I don’t care if you are your future master or if you are a financial sponsor. I will make you look good next time I see you! Thinking like this, I took the last sip of the crimson soup.