"Chosen by the Queen?" I couldn't help but whisper this phrase again. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info I was a little surprised by the news. If it is said that Rong Yan was selected by the Internal Affairs Office itself, I will definitely not believe it. But Father-in-law De said that it was the order of the queen's mother, but I hesitated. Father-in-law De and I have no grievances, but we also have no friendship. If Father-in-law De has an extraordinary relationship with other concubines, so he deliberately hides from me or misleads me, it is also very likely.

I thought so, and continued to listen to Nian Yang said: "Although it was chosen by the queen, when the queen mother explained, she just said that she wanted her father-in-law to choose an innocent and clean girl to be the palace maid, and she didn't say who she was going to appoint." ”

"Oh? So Rong Yan was chosen by Father-in-law De? "If it is chosen by Father-in-law De, then it is necessary to investigate the origin of Father-in-law De. If Father-in-law De is the person of the master, wouldn't I lead the wolf into the house? Thinking like this, I asked Nian Yang.

Nian Yang shook his head, and said, "Father-in-law De said that Aunt Rong Yan was on an errand in the Queen Mother before. But because she was serving the concubine before, the Queen Mother didn't like to see her. So the grandmothers and aunts in the Queen Mother's palace bullied her, obviously she was a big palace maid, but she was always doing the work of a little palace maid. This time he wanted to pick someone, and Rong Yan also found his father-in-law by himself and wanted to serve his master. After that, he muttered again: "People in this palace are always like this, whoever the master likes, who is superior to others, in fact, to put it bluntly, aren't they all slaves?" Why bother to embarrass people. ”

But I was weighing how true or false my father-in-law's words were. Si Yuan said: "It should be true that Aunt Rong was bullied by the Queen Mother. Little master, since your Aunt Rong is the palace maid who came to our palace to spread the word when it snowed heavily that day, you should know that in this palace, this kind of running away work is not usually done by the big palace maid. They all ordered the little palace maids below to do it. What's more, it snowed that day, and she was dressed so thinly. ”

When Si Kite said this, I also believed it in my heart. On that day, she came to deliver the news, and I also ordered someone to reward her with a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold. It's just that if you believe in a person's loyalty to me because of a bowl of ginger soup, it is too simple in this palace. I said to Si Kite: "Although she is in charge, I am not at ease. I brought you two into the palace from home, so you must listen and watch more and pay more attention on weekdays. ”

After thinking about it, he said: "If she didn't do anything unruly, there was no need to contradict her, after all, she has been in this palace for many years, and many things know more than us." Listen to her. ”

Si Yuan and Nian Yang both nodded yes. I asked them to help clean up the house so that it could be vacated for Rong Yan to live in. I continued to copy the scriptures in my room, word by word, and carefully wrote every word, because if I made a mistake in every word, it would be insincere, and it might bring about the great sin of extermination.

Time flies very quickly in such a copy. Soon, it was evening. Rong Yan served me and had dinner, and the master and servant chatted over the fire in the house. I wanted to get to know Rong Yan, so I asked her a few questions quietly.

I asked Si Yuan to bring my spare books, and Si Yuan went to look for books, so I asked Rong Yan: "How many years have you been in the palace?" Who have you served before? After asking, he stopped squeaking, but stared at her face to see how she reacted.

Rong Yan remained silent, his face was calm, as if he was telling an ordinary story: "The slave maid entered the palace in the fortieth year of Yuande, and it has been five years since he entered the palace. When the first emperor was there, the slaves and maids served the first emperor's concubine, Zhen Fei Niangniang, which is now the Zhen Taifei. Later, the saint ascended the throne, and according to the concubine's regulations, there was no need for so many people to serve, and the slave maid was transferred to Cining Palace as an errand. ”

"Oh? Five years into the palace? Then you...... Why did you come to me with all your heart? I listened to her answer so calmly, and thought to myself that I would gain something out of it.

Hearing this, Rong Yan immediately knelt down, but he did not panic, but calmly defended: "The slave and maid did not plan to come to the little master, it was really the slave and maid who suffered in Cining Palace. ”

I continued to ask: "Although I am only a small nobleman, but now there are few concubines in the palace, compared to other jobs, I am afraid that it is a good errand to be my palace maid, and there are only a few people who ask for the father-in-law." If it is as you just said, then how will Father-in-law choose you? ”

Rong Yan still said calmly: "The slave maid and the father-in-law of De are both in the palace that Yuande entered in the forty years, and they have also been in this palace for five years. At the beginning, the slave maid and the father-in-law were both small palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial dining room, and the slaves supported each other, so they naturally had some friendship. The slave and maid went to ask for the father-in-law, and the father-in-law of the virtue would naturally help the slave and the maid. ”

Then he seemed to hesitate, but he continued: "The slave maid has suffered a lot in Cining Palace, and she is afraid of polluting the master's eyes, so she didn't make it clear to the little master at the beginning...... Look at ...... little lord," he said, and rolled up his sleeves.

Then I saw a bruised arm. On one of the full arms, there were blue and purple ones, and at the same time, they were covered with various whip marks. Raised in the depths of the boudoir, the first time I saw this tragic situation, I couldn't help but shrink my pupils, a little unbearable.

When Rong Yan saw my appearance, he quickly pulled down his sleeve and covered the wound. Then he smiled dismally and said, "The slave has been doing the heaviest work these days, but she has always been punished by the aunt in charge. Sometimes it's pinched, sometimes it's whipped with a whip. Anyway, the rules in the palace are not to slap your face, your face is good, and your body is fine. If someone finds out, they will be punished more severely, and they can only break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs. ”

He also said: "It was snowing that day, and a few little palace maids were greedy for fun, so they slandered the aunt in charge, and asked me to spread the word to the various palaces. The slave maid did not have thick clothes, and ran through the six palaces in thin clothes, all of which were ridiculed. Only here is the little master - I also rewarded the slave and maid with a bowl of ginger soup......" Speaking of this, Rong Yan's eyes were already filled with tears: "The slave and maid know that the little master is a good person, so be gentle." Knowing that she was going to send someone to the little master, the slave and maid went to ask the father-in-law - the little master knew everything that followed......"

I couldn't help but be a little moved when she said this. But whether it's true or not, I first changed Nianyang to get the ointment, and asked Si Yuan and Nianyang to help her apply the ointment, so as not to leave scars in the future, and I was afraid of leaving sequelae.

I couldn't help but sigh as I watched the three of them walk out of the room. Whether it's true or not, the injuries on this body are real. Inexplicably, I remembered what my mother said. She said: "Hua'er, the most important thing in this palace is soft-heartedness. As she said this, my mother touched my hair and sighed sadly. I couldn't help but reach out and touch the top of my head, and it wasn't my hair, but the cold hairpin. Softhearted...... Maybe I'm too soft-hearted......