I don't know if it's because she's drunk or because of the pomegranate skirt, her eyes are no longer sharp, and her expression is softer than ever. For a moment, Wan'er even thought she was sincere.

Wan'er has been a talented person for more than ten years. At first, I was terrified and trembled, but after a few years, I was already comfortable and at ease. However, as she said, when she was more than ten years old, she was in a high position, and when she was nearly thirty years old, she showed embarrassment.

Whether it is a talented person, a will, a favored person, or a disgraced person, in the final analysis, he is just a five-grade servant. The person who serves is the emperor, who does the work of the Chinese scholars, and participates in politics and affairs like the prime minister, Xu wears Zhu Zi, but so what? In terms of status, she is still just a five-grade person.

Sister Xu Changsheng is also a five-grade sister.

Wan'er knew she should be content. She has been in the court since she was born, and from childhood to adulthood, none of the palace people around her are truly happy. Day after day, year after year, confined in a small world, day after day, year after year, watching the familiar faces around me be consumed by trivial matters, unfamiliar faces become familiar, lucky, can't remember their parents' hometown, grew up in the palace in ignorance, speaking official language, taking the palace as their home, those who are less lucky, still have memories of their hometown and relatives, rejoicing in front of people, weeping after people, gradually changing the hometown sound, the homeland is unforgettable, if there are fellow villagers, it is better, you can make friends with each other, even if you say some of the land of the same country, Interesting things, it is better than nothing, if there is no township together, you can only rejoice in front of people day after day and year after year in the harem that does not see the light of day, and cry after people, watching the good time and the spirit and longing of youth are thrown into this deep palace little by little, grinding to the end, becoming an official tombstone, except for the surname of Zhang Wang Li Zheng at the beginning, the text format is no different. Like Wan'er, it is rare to be able to have a place in front of the emperor at the age of ten years.

But Wan'er was still unwilling. The closer you get, the more you see, the more unwilling you become. She is no longer a teenager, she knows that this is that person, that Empress Wu, that Your Majesty, the Holy Spirit Emperor, "she" is the usual trick, using official power, slowly luring and leading people into the world. She also knows that the more you advance, the more dangerous it is, and it is difficult for people to move in high places. But if someone else can do it, why can't she do it? "She" can do it, why can't she do it?

Shangguan Wan'er is not an unknown person, the Tianshui clan, the gateway to scripture, the grandson of the prime minister, the nephew of the minister, the young recitation of the scriptures, the long study of the officials, the canon of the six tombs of the Ming Dynasty, and the book of flying white, although it is not as decisive as "her" to kill, wise and resolute, but it is not possible to climb to the top, and it is better to climb to the second, third, and fourth, than to prostrate in front of "her", and the nationality is not among the peaks.

Wan'er heard her heart beating slowly, clearly and powerfully. She lowered her eyes, clenched her sleeves with her hands, and said softly, "Grievances." ”

The man suddenly lost his drunkenness, and sat up from the bed, his eyes full of inquiry and trade-off: "Oh?"

Wan'er unconsciously pulled the corners of her mouth: "The concubine remembers that Your Majesty once said, 'The monarch regards the minister as a sibling, then the minister regards the monarch as the heart; ”

"She" unexpectedly showed some anger, and then the words were subtly digressed: "What do you mean, I... Isn't it good for you?"

Wan'er looked up at her slightly, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at herself from top to bottom, many years ago, when she looked down like this, Wan'er would be afraid, many years later, although Wan'er would be afraid, but not as afraid as before: "What does Your Majesty think?"

She saw that His Majesty frowned, as if she was thinking deeply, after all, it was the time of Chinese wine, the hand holding the edge of the bed trembled slightly, raised it gently, and choked Wan'er's throat, but she didn't use force: "You... But I don't like me, I'm not a man. ”

Wan'er thought about it for a while, understood what she meant, raised her head, raised her neck to meet her, and said: "The concubine once hated that she was not a man, and she couldn't treat Your Majesty as a national soldier justifiably, but she never hated Your Majesty... Not a man. If His Majesty is a man, then even if the concubine is Du Heng Fangzhi, she will not be a woman in the inner court, trapped in the harem, and will not have a chance to go to the annals of history. It is precisely because Your Majesty is a female emperor who has never been seen in the past that she has the opportunity to come out as a concubine. He smiled lightly, half cautiously, and said with some jokingness: "What's more, Your Majesty is reincarnated as a person, how can it be compared to ordinary men and women in the world?"

She smiled, let go of her hand, leaned towards the edge of the bed, and stroked Wan'er's face with her other hand: "Shangguan... Wan'er. Wan'er's voice was slightly low, but it was extremely gentle to listen to, Wan'er boldly took a step towards her knees, stretched out her hand, put it on her lap, her palm was withdrawn from Wan'er's cheek, and slowly covered Wan'er's hand, catching, lifting, and letting go: "If you don't want to, you don't have to do it." ”

Wan'er saw the familiar emotion in her eyes, and quietly put her hand back and began to untie her clothes.

She smiled faintly, no longer blocked, Ren Wan'er finished serving as usual, as if sleepy, waved her hand slightly, Wan'er slowly got up, helped her lie down, tucked the quilt for her, quietly withdrew, and the curtain, heard her call "Wan'er" again, then raised her head and stopped, and listened to her whisper: "If you have nothing to do in the future, or you are invited to a banquet, or go on a trip, I will come to report with me, and you will be allowed to ... Out of the palace. 166 Reading Network