Zheng Chunhua entered the palace in the 43rd year of Kangxi's reign. Only two people who entered the palace through the draft that year were made nobles, except Shi Qiuci, who was her. It was obvious that Kangxi loved her very much.
Hearing Wenying call her name, Zheng Chunhua stood up numbly, expressionless. Only when Wenying mentioned Yinxiang's identity, her eyelids twitched slightly, but that was all. At this stage of her life,
Nothing matters anymore.
Zheng Chunhua was in charge of washing clothes after he was deposed here. Don't think that washing clothes is an easy job compared with pounding rice. The woman in charge of washing clothes has her hands soaked in water all year round except for a few hours when she sleeps.
It's the same thing in the coldest month of winter. As time goes by, these hands become useless and no good skin can be seen. Moreover, every day there will be pain like needle pricks in both hands, making it impossible to sit still and unable to sleep at night.
Just looking at Zheng Chunhua's arrival these days, it can be seen that his hands are already swollen and white; Xin Zheku is really not a place for human beings.
Wenying arranged a quiet room for Yinxiang and then left. Yinxiang looked at Zheng Chunhua standing in front of him and sighed: "Sit down."
"Those who have committed crimes dare not sit down." Zheng Chunhua said dryly. In fact, if you look closely, her facial features are still very delicate and attractive. No wonder she was chosen as a noble by Kangxi at that time, but it is a pity that she ruined everything herself.
Yinxiang didn't force himself, he sat down in front of the window and said, "Are you having a hard time here?"
Hearing these words, Zheng Chunhua showed her first smile after entering Xin Zheku, but with endless sarcasm between her brows and eyes, she raised her swollen hands and said, "Master Thirteen, do you want to ask this question?"
Do you think it is superfluous? If it is not bitter, then what is the treasure of hardship? I know that my sins are serious, and everything now is retribution, retribution for me to **** the palace!" She did not call herself a slave, because she still had such a desire in her heart.
A little bit of poor self-esteem.
Yinxiang pushed the closed window open a crack and looked at the people outside who continued to pound rice, wash clothes and other tasks and said calmly: "This matter is not necessarily your fault alone."
Zheng Chunhua was silent for a moment and said: "What exactly does the Thirteenth Master want to say?" No matter how stupid she was, she could tell that Yinxiang came to see her specifically, but she didn't know what else she had today to deserve the Thirteenth Master's special respect.
The nobles come to the treasury of the poor.
Yinxiang pursed his lips toward the window and said, "Do you want to leave?"
This sentence made Zheng Chunhua's gloomy eyes condense with a glint, and then he sneered: "Why did the Thirteenth Master come to seek happiness for a sinner like me? If he could go out, this place wouldn't be called Xinzheku."
"I have my own way. I just want to ask you if you want to leave." Yinxiang said. In fact, regardless of whether Zheng Chunhua agrees or not, he will act according to the plan, but it would be better if she can get her consent.
Seeing Yin Xiang say this again and again, Zheng Chunhua couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Can you really let me leave?"
But no one would want to stay in Xinzhe's library and suffer. When she first came here, she couldn't bear such heavy work and cried every night, but crying could do nothing. From the day she was crippled, she was no longer a slave.
Zheng Guiren is held in the palm of the hand. Life is worthless here. No one will pity him even if he cries to death.
She died, but was discovered, and was beaten severely. If she didn't die, she would only live in sorrow. As time went by, she became numb, and lived in Xinzhe's library day after day.
I thought I would die from overwork at some point, but I didn't expect Yinxiang to say such a thing.
However, Zheng Chunhua was not a brainless person. He calmed down after thinking for a moment, stared at Yinxiang and said, "What is your purpose?" There has never been unreasonable love or hatred in this world, and she and Yinxiang have never had any intersection.
Because of love, now he came here specifically to sell such a huge favor. Even ghosts wouldn't believe it if he had no purpose.
Seeing that Zheng Chunhua could still remain calm in front of this huge temptation, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know who asked me to come today?"
Zheng Chunhua's brows furrowed slightly, but soon turned into enthusiastic surprise. He grabbed Yinxiang's sleeve tightly and said eagerly: "It's the prince. Is the prince okay? He asked you to save me, right?!" Without waiting for Yinxiang's answer, he said
, she murmured again: "Prince, he has not forgotten me, he misses me in his heart." At the end of the sentence, she shed tears of joy.
No need to ask anymore, just by looking at her expression, Yinxiang knew that she was really moved by the prince, otherwise she would not have cried with joy like this, but... her infatuation was wrong in the end.
For a moment, Yinxiang actually felt a sense of intolerance and couldn't bear to tell the truth to the poor woman in front of him. It would be too cruel to her, but it was only for a moment. The fourth brother was the one he wanted to care about.
"The prince asked me to come, but he asked me to kill you!" Yinxiang stared at the swollen hands that were holding his sleeves and loosened them bit by bit.
"Kill me?" Zheng Chunhua murmured and repeated these two words. She couldn't believe that she heard these two words. She knew that living in this world was a hidden danger to the prince, but the prince...how could the prince do this?
Such cruelty; one night and a hundred days of kindness between husband and wife, after all, they once shared the same bed, how could they be so selfish?! What’s more, he was trying to escape from her first, so that she couldn’t control herself and lost her heart to do something with him.
Unethical and unethical behavior.
Tears fell like rain, even though his face was covered with his hands, there was still transparent liquid seeping out from between his fingers and dripping to the ground, stirring up invisible dust.
Humans, in this vast world, are not just a speck of dust, tiny and helpless...
After she had almost cried, Yinxiang handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face and said, "You don't have to be sad. Husband and wife are birds in the same forest. When disaster strikes, they will fly separately. Besides, you are not husband and wife."
The hand was grabbed too hard just now, and the jagged nails dug into the palm of the hand through the thin clothes. The swollen flesh was suddenly pinched, and a light yellow liquid and a small black thing leaked out;
It was a piece of sawdust that accidentally stung her palm a few days ago. She had never picked it out. She was so exhausted that she had long forgotten the sting in her palm. It was only now that she realized that it had suppurated.
Many people and many things are just like this wooden thorn, piercing into the flesh without realizing it. When it is discovered, it has turned into a pool of pus, which is dirty and smelly and makes people want to vomit.
The sparkle in Zheng Chunhua's eyes slowly dissipated, and she became even darker than before. Although she was unwilling to do so and cherished her life, she never thought about escaping. This was the Forbidden City. Even if she escaped, where could she go?
"Since the Thirteenth Master is here on the order of the prince, he can just do it. Why talk so much nonsense?" She chuckled, but her expression was indescribably miserable. It was her own fault that she ended up in this situation, and she couldn't blame anyone else. The only thing she could do was to take action.
The one I hate is Yin Reng. All my sufferings are caused by him. Now he sends people to take his life. I feel so heartbroken that I want to die!
Yinxiang flicked his nails and said nonchalantly: "The prince said he wanted to kill you, but I didn't say so. Mr. Zheng, are you willing to die like this?"
[Author's digression]: I like the book Yongzheng Dynasty in Eryuehe very much, and I like the TV series even more. So this book borrows some parts of the Yongzheng Dynasty, especially the Zheng Chunhua part. As for why I didn't even change the name.
Named Zheng Chunhua, uh, can I say it's because I like this name very much...