In the winter of the thirty-third year of Kangxi's reign, it was a moonlit night.
Heavy snow was falling, gradually covering the Forbidden City, which has endless stories to tell.
The bone-chilling cold is isolated outside the window, and the room is warm and cozy.
The second-class girl Qingzhu stood next to the charcoal fire, her face flushed. She felt very happy looking at the red-hot charcoal fire, and she would reach out to grill her from time to time.
The fine silver wire charcoal burns vigorously without any unpleasant smell.
Just a few days ago, low-quality coal was burning here, and the smoke was emitting, and the smell was terrible.
Just because Fujin's charcoal had been used up and no one cared about their yard, they kept using low-quality coal used by servants.
Recently, Fujin took some money and asked them to use it, so the silver charcoal was used again.
Zao'er, the eldest girl in the room, didn't care about the fire. She stared at the woman who was tossing and turning on the couch next to the window with her big round eyes.
That was her master, Ulanara Chuyu, the direct descendant of the Fourth Prince Yinzhen.
Seeing her trying to lift her feet to her head, Zaoer's eyebrows jumped involuntarily, and her steps moved forward unconsciously.
"Master, please stop tormenting yourself. You have just recovered from your illness. If you are sad, just...just...cry!"
Or you can talk to Zao'er and don't get into trouble with yourself."
Chu Yu was practicing yoga. When she turned around, she saw the girl staring with big eyes, as if she felt sorry for her.
She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, she was so sad!
I thought that I can't let this girl wait in the room next time I practice yoga. She is too timid and too cute.
"Stupid girl, I'm practicing dancing." He stretched out his hand and tapped her on the forehead.
Zao'er covered her forehead with her hands and thought to herself, "You must not let others see your dance!"
Now that I don’t come to our yard, when I see this again... I shake my head, I don’t dare to think about it!
"Master, you are Fujin, your dance...this dance..." is not dignified enough, nor good-looking!
Chu Yu said before she finished speaking:
"Don't worry, your master will jump in the room to show you."
He looked at her with twinkling eyes and a narrow smile, looking like a person of extraordinary elegance.
Zaoer was immediately stunned. Has the master looked good recently?
Those who don’t have eyes, what’s so ugly about my master?
She saw the moonlight falling on her through the window, giving her a hazy feeling all over her body, and reflecting the candlelight, she felt that those eyes were amazingly charming.
The white loose pajamas looked exceptionally good-looking on her body. At the same time, she looked relatively thin.
Thinking of this, Zaoer directly took a thin blanket and put it on her.
Chu Yu was speechless. She had just finished practicing yoga and was still sweating. Why was she covered up?
Zao'er now felt a little distressed when she saw Fujin's small ball, looking even thinner.
The master is so good, why doesn't the master like it?
I have been ill for such a long time and my master has not come to see me.
It's been half a year since the wedding, and all the slaves in the Heavenly Palace are embarrassed.
Thinking of the little eunuch's face when she went to get the meal, she felt itching with hatred. The master was still sick. How could he bear such anger?
In the end, I had to dig into my pocket to make the food more enjoyable.
The master is the direct descendant of Fourth Master, Fujin, how dare they!
Seeing Zao'er's face, Chu Yu knew that this girl must have thought of something unhappy, and immediately said with a smile:
"My good Zao'er, look at how sweaty you are, prepare water quickly."
When Zao'er heard her master asking for water, she didn't think about anything else. She said yes and ran out.
A quarter of an hour later.
Chu Yu soaked in the large bathtub filled with flower petals and sighed: "Well, it's really comfortable!"
Zaoer came in with Qingzhu and Qingning to wait on her. Chu Yu only showed one head and scratched the edge of the tub and said:
"Put your things down and you go wait outside the door." She was not used to this kind of state of raising people like babies.
Zaoer hesitated for a moment, then took the two of them out to guard the door.
At this time, she was the only one in the clean room, and she stretched out comfortably.
All the remaining milk during the day was poured into the tub, and she soaked her whole body in it.
Looking at Rijian's fair skin, Chu Yu was in a good mood. Finally, it was no longer as sallow as when she first wore it.
After soaking for a while, I came out, took the ointment, and carefully rubbed it all over my body.
This ointment was specially made by the Tai Hospital a few days ago at the expense of money. It's not a very delicate thing. I just asked them to add some more rose petals to it.
This stuff smells delicious when you rub it on your body, and it's not too greasy.
He took some more, rubbed it on his hands, touched the smooth and tender little hands that had been nurtured by her in the past two days, and nodded with satisfaction.
Outside the door, Zao'er and the others were waiting for Chu Yu's instructions. Unexpectedly, Chu Yu came out after putting on her pajamas.
Several people were startled and rushed to help him.
She waved her hand and walked Zao'er into the inner room carelessly.
In the inner room, when she saw the comfortable big bed, she jumped on it and rolled around happily.
It's so comfortable!
Zao'er, who was waiting next to him, felt a little helpless and hurriedly kicked out the little girls.
Master, why are these days so different from the past?
Could it be that she has only been serving him for a short time and has not fully understood her master? Is this the true temperament of her master?
But it's good that the master is like this, unlike the past few days when he was always wiping away tears.
"Zao'er, can you do needlework?" Chu Yu asked lying on the bed.
She wasn't used to wearing this pajamas.
The clothes are white and baggy, and the trousers are of the same style. Although they are all belted, they are open until midnight, as if they are singing in the bed!
"I know some skills, but I'm not proficient. Do you want to do something? I'll find you an embroiderer."
"No, just make some small items and see if there is anyone in our yard who can sew and thread. You can work harder."
Zaoer hurriedly said it was not hard, and then asked Chu Yu carefully what he wanted to do.
Chu Yu asked Zao'er to help her make a nightgown skirt, which was longer and reached directly to her calf.
The two ends of the shoulders are made into ties, and the pajamas can be made shorter, but still the original large style.
I also had two bras and underwear made.
Just make the bellyband smaller, put some cotton in it, and make a few more laces on the back, and it's a simple version of the bra.
Small underwear is simpler, with ties on the left and right sides.
Chu Yu talked and gestured again and again. Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Zaoer said: "I understand, I can do these things myself. I just have to wait for two days."
Zaoer's face was so red that she was almost bleeding, but she still took care of them all.
Just kidding, these are the things that are personal to her master, so she wouldn’t trust them if they were handed over to others.
"We Zao'er are really amazing, we can do everything." Chu Yu praised.
Seeing her blushing, she added: "It's too late today, go to bed early, good night."
She was not used to people keeping vigil at night, but the rules could not be broken, so she did not let Zao'er stand in the inner room and asked her to sleep on a small couch with a quilt so that she could be called if anything happened at night.
Zaoer's face was still red while she was lying on the small couch. She was very embarrassed for her master's straightforward praise. The slaves in this palace should be able to do some needlework, right?
Chu Yu didn't fall asleep for a while, sorting out his somewhat complicated thoughts.
It had been more than half a month since she traveled through time. She remembered that while she was half asleep and half awake, her heart felt tight and she lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she was here, becoming Ulanara.
The original owner of this body died of illness.
When Chu Yu woke up, she was also very dizzy and had no strength at all.
I think she had congenital heart disease in her previous life, so she probably traveled through time after the disease developed.
In her previous life, she had spent a lot of effort to extend her life.
Sadly, Wuzhishan could not escape its fate after all.
She grew up in an orphanage, and the director never told her about her life experience, but she knew that it had something to do with the disease.
There was sadness, but no resentment.
When she was little, she was always the one who watched the other children play, running and jumping never got her share.
Now that I have traveled here, I can only regard it as compensation from God.
Taking a deep breath, it turns out breathing can be so easy.
Although her body is a little weak, it does not affect her good mood at all. She is only fourteen years old and has great plasticity.
I am very happy that she can finally act like a normal person.
In fact, Chu Yu also rolled his eyes a lot in the past two days.
This original owner was not very favored. In the Qing Dynasty, where men were superior to women, women in the backyard had to live dependent on men. If the male master did not want to see you, even the direct descendant Fujin would not be able to live a smooth life.
As I sorted out the original owner's memories of this world, I felt a little distressed. This dynasty was a bit cruel to a girl who was only fourteen years old.
The original owner Ulanala had a good appearance, but she was not very good at dressing up, and her skin was not very good, maybe because she had been ill for a while.
She is obviously voluptuous and bright, like a vixen, but she likes to dress plainly, like a little white flower.
But it's not entirely her fault. At this time, women who are free from the world are regarded as beautiful, and the more fairy-like, the better. The women in the harem wish they had a touch of the worldly atmosphere.
She looked so similar to the original owner and was so disgusted by her.
It is always better to dress more fresh and refined, and the imitation of others becomes more and more intense.
Even if you don’t know how to dress up, dressing up is just a bonus for people with exquisite facial features.
As long as you are a little smarter, your life as the direct descendant of Fujin will definitely not be difficult.