Human life is extremely worthless in this treasury of laborers. People will die almost every month due to the heavy work, and soon, harem maids and eunuchs who have committed crimes will be assigned to make up for the loss.
Wenying still has a conscience. After he was appointed as the general manager of Xinzheku, he did not treat them too harshly within the scope of his ability to make decisions. After all, it was human life.
Once you step into the library of Xinzhe, there is not a single one who can leave; after so many years of the Qing Dynasty, only one Wei family was favored by Kangxi and made a good concubine, and she was freed from the pain of daily labor, but she did not rise to the top.
Everything was worry-free, Xin Zheku's low status always followed her, which not only stopped her from being a concubine, but also affected her son Yinsi.
After Wenying finished her instructions, she turned around and saw Yinxiang standing there. She quickly came up to him and greeted him with a smile, "Good luck to you, Thirteenth Master! Why are you free to come here today?"
"Come to see you and tell me something by the way." Yinxiang looked at him and said with a smile: "We haven't seen you for a few months. It seems that there are more wrinkles on my face, but my speech is still as energetic as before. What?
, are you still in good health?"
"Thanks to the Thirteenth Master Hongfu, although my servant is much older, he has always been free from illness and pain, and he is still doing well. Where is Master Fu? How is his old man?" He and Master Fu came out from the Imperial Concubine Jingmin together. Although one of them was there,
One is outside the palace and the other is inside the palace, but they are always remembered.
"It's quite a deal." Yinxiang glanced around and said with a frown: "I asked you to go to the mansion with me to take care of yourself, but you just refused and insisted on suffering in the Xinzhe's library." Here.
Although the chief eunuch in the palace is also of the sixth rank, he is far inferior to the chief eunuchs in other palaces. Not only does he have a heavy workload, but he will be scolded if he does not do well.
Wenying was moved and said: "It's good for me to be here. Master Thirteenth doesn't need to worry. I'll bother you again in the future when I'm really too old to walk."
Yinxiang waved his hand and said: "Whatever you say, just come. My mansion is very empty, and you are not too much." At this point, he glanced around and said, "Let's go, take me to where you live."
place."
Wenying knew that he was going to talk to her and hurriedly led the way. He lived in the small courtyard behind Xinzheku. After Yinxiang sat down in the house, he ran outside and made a pot of tea.
Come in, pour it into a tea bowl and hand it to Yin Xiang, "Drink tea, sir."
As soon as Yinxiang took a sip, he said in surprise: "Yuqian Longjing? Where did you get such good tea?"
Wenying smiled and said: "Xiao Changzi, who used to be a slave, is now lucky enough to serve Concubine Yi. Concubine Yi rewarded him with this tea, and he used it to honor the slave. The slave knows that the Thirteenth Master likes to drink this kind of tea the most, so he keeps drinking it.
Keep it. By the way, what does Master Thirteen want to do?"
Yinxiang played with the smooth tea cup and said slowly: "Zheng Chunhua, is she here with you?"
Wenying had an impression of the only palace concubine who was deposed to Xinzheku, and also knew a little bit about the reasons why she was deposed to Xinzheku as a slave. She immediately said: "Yes, she is here as a slave. I don't know what she is doing."
Why is Third Master looking for her?"
Yinxiang still trusted Wenying. He took out the medicine from his pocket and put it on the table and said, "There is a master who wants her life!"
Hearing these words, Wenying's scalp tingled for a while, and she vaguely guessed the identity of the master. It seemed that what she heard was most definitely true, otherwise why would she not let him go when he arrived in Xin Zhe's treasury?
He said in a trembling voice: "Then the Thirteenth Master means to ask the slave to kill her?"
People often die in Xinzheku, and it is not unusual for Zheng Chunhua to die. Imperial Concubine Jingmin was very kind to their group of minions back then. If Yinxiang opened her mouth, Wenying would not refuse her at all costs.
"No." Yinxiang pushed the medicine in front of Wenying and said: "Not only do I not want to kill her, but I also want to save her. This package is a medicine to fake death. After taking it, it will look like a dead body for three hours. Every ten days.
We have to change a group of guards here, and the guards were the most lax before the change. I want to take this opportunity to take her out of the palace, otherwise even if I let her go this time, she will die next time."
Wenying understood what he meant. He wanted Zheng Chunhua to fake his death and leave the palace. Naturally, he could handle Xin Zheku's matter, but whether he could leave the palace smoothly would depend on luck. He thought about it and said, "This man is very fond of the Thirteenth Master."
Is it important?"
After hearing Yinxiang's affirmative answer, he did not ask what the specific matter was. He just gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously and said: "Of course, I will definitely handle this matter for Master Thirteen even if I risk my life."
Seeing his expression of looking forward to death, Yinxiang laughed and said, "What are you thinking? I didn't ask you to do this alone. You just need to give her medicine. I will make arrangements for leaving the palace." At this point, he said again.
Sighing: "You and Master Fu are the only ones who followed my mother back then and are still alive. I hope you can live a long life."
The concern shown in Yinxiang's words moved Wenying, and she grinned and said: "It doesn't matter what a slave you are. Besides, being able to help Thirteenth Master is a slave's blessing. When the master was dying, he told the slaves
You must take good care of Master Thirteen. When you went to the Imperial Concubine Palace,
The servants have no way to take care of me and have been feeling uneasy." Speaking of what happened back then, Wenying couldn't help but sigh. When she saw Yinxiang's expression darkened, she wiped her face and said with a smile: "When people get old, it is easy to think of the past.
, let’s not talk anymore, we still want to think about how to send Zheng Chunhua out of the palace."
Yinxiang nodded, calmed down the turmoil in his heart and said, "Tell me, how do you deal with people here after they die?" After learning that after death, they were transported directly out of the palace and thrown into mass graves, he
He patted the table and said happily: "That's just right, it will save us a lot of time. When the time comes, you can report Zheng Chunhua's sudden death and transport her out of the palace."
"Won't people see the flaw?" Wenying sniffed the packet of medicine carefully, unable to believe that such a packet could have such a miraculous effect.
Yinxiang was a little hesitant when he asked him this. After all, he had only heard about the effects of this medicine from Rong Yuan and had never actually practiced it. He thought about it and said, "You can try it when the time comes. If you can't confuse the fake with the real thing, we can do it again."
Find a way, in short, stability is the most important thing."
Seeing Wenying agree, Yinxiang stood up and brushed his silver-gray robe and said lightly: "Take me to see Zheng Chunhua." This woman is the source of all troubles. He really wants to see what kind of person she is, not to mention some
He also needs to explain things clearly in person.
Wenying would not refuse his request, and took Yinxiang to the front yard. In fact, Zheng Chunhua was in the yard just now, but firstly, Yinxiang had never seen Zheng Chunhua; secondly, even if he had, he would not recognize him now.
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At least, when Wenying brought Yinxiang to one of the women in clothes, Yinxiang never imagined that this woman with disheveled hair and pale face could be his former favorite concubine.