(Thanks to Ruohanzhen for the inspiration to help me get through this Kavin episode)

What is the Ting Chamber?

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What is Storm Chamber?

There is only one answer for tens of millions of people.

- The Department of Weaving and Dyeing, the most feared place for women in the palace.

"The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Sigan" cloud: "It is a woman, a place to sleep, a cloth to carry, and a tile to carry." ”

Tile is the most primitive spinning wheel, from ancient times to the present, weaving and dyeing are women's jobs, but not many people know that twisting linen and weaving is good, but dyeing is the hardest.

The various dyes are mixed together, the formula is finely tuned to produce the most suitable color, and then whether it is dipped or painted, the silk thread needs to be exposed to the sun for several days in order to obtain a fixed color.

The brighter it is, the more harmful it is likely to be.

This universal law also applies to dyes, which are either harvested from flowers or extracted from ores, and when mixed they have a pungent taste, but in the Storm Chamber, women, regardless of age, must put their hands into the thick liquids in order to dye the threads of silk to the desired color. A thread may have to be dipped in different dyes several times, and they must submerge their hands in dyes that they don't know what will happen.

Once the harem woman is sent to the room, it means that there will be no day to turn over - this is the end of decay.

It doesn't take long to get to the room, and after their hands have experienced all kinds of terrible conditions such as blistering, peeling, and cracking, even the most delicate skin will become like the coarsest hemp tablets.

——In addition to the face, the hands are the most important in a person's appearance, which can best reflect a person's identity and upbringing.

- To put it more bluntly, what emperor would want to hold a pair of strangely colored hands with rough skin?

Of course, the work of drying silk threads and cloth in the scorching sun was enough to ruin the beautiful fair complexion of their faces.

Han system, every year in August, select 12 to 18-year-old good family to enrich the harem. There is a steady stream of new people, who will remember how stunning someone in the storm room was?

The subordinate concubines who were assigned were okay, but most of the harem women who were punished here for their crimes couldn't last three months - whether they were concubines or female officials.

Therefore, when he saw that the familiar figure was still there during the routine inspection, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

——From the time the queen fell into such a miserable situation, she was able to hold on to it until now.

Shaking his head, the tyrannical servant commanded: "Recently, there have been fewer people who tune silk, and a few people over there seem to be meticulous things, so let them go!" ”

Silk mixing is to transfer the silk from the shelf where the silk was wound during the previous cocoon extraction to the shelf (Note), so as to facilitate the silk thread to be wound on the loom and draw the warp, which is a fairly easy job compared to weaving and dyeing.

In the violent room, the violent room is the chief officer, and he said casually, and the assistant naturally did not dare to slack off, and immediately transferred the female apprentice in the direction he pointed to to the silk mixing room.

Like everyone else, Yihua's gray face had a numb look, and there was no trace of joy at the improvement of his situation.

- Or in this desperate place, how much difference is made in what is done?

- Why do you insist on it?

In a trance, Yihua was confused and dazed, feeling as if he had forgotten something......

- What forgot?

- Very important......

"Have you seen your great-grandson?" An angry questioning voice passed over the incessant noise in the storm room, knocked on the door of his heart, Yihua's hand paused for a moment, and then, the pain of the beating spread from behind his body to the whole body.

"Don't get distracted, hurry up!" The man in charge of the supervision urged fiercely.

Yihua didn't raise his eyes, and continued to rotate the wooden grate, and the yellowish silk threads quickly wound into a ball on the bamboo chopsticks that rotated around the central axis of the wooden grate.

- Great-grandson......

"Xu Cheng, this place in the violent room, adults can't stand it, let alone children?" The violent room replied immediately, with three points of helplessness, three points of flattery, three points of frankness, and one point of inconspicuous complaints.

- Child......

Yihua didn't stop the movements of his hands, but his mood became even more chaotic.

- Who are they talking about?

After adjusting a silk thread, Yihua changed to a wooden grate, reached out and took another shelf full of silk threads from a pile of silk shelf beside him, but unexpectedly met a pair of black eyes, under the messy black hair, the small face was full of surprise and pleading.

Yihua didn't say anything, but the husband on the side also saw him, and the big man almost flattered: "Eunuch Cheng, there is a child here!" ”

- Eunuch Cheng ......

Yi Hua glanced at the strange man who rushed over, then lowered his eyes and frowned slightly.

- The personnel changes in the palace have made her completely unfamiliar.

The tall and burly eunuch Cheng stretched out and grabbed the boy by the collar who wanted to run away again, and picked up the lean little man whole.

"Great-grandson, Zhang Ling is looking for you in a hurry!" The eunuch Cheng obviously had no choice but to bring out someone who could subdue him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the little boy heard the word "Zhang Ling", he pouted, twisted his head, and snorted very unhappily.

"Don't!" The little boy's voice was very crisp and pleasant, and Yihua was stunned for a moment.

The eunuch Cheng hugged him, let him sit on his strong arm, and carefully persuaded: "Great-grandson, Zhang Ling......"

"Don't! No! The little boy stretched out his hand to cover the eunuch's mouth, puffing out his mouth angrily, "I don't want to see him!" ”

Not only Yihua, but everyone around stopped their work and looked at the little boy.

- Very interesting.

The eunuch grabbed his hair twice in distress, looked flattering, and discussed with the boy: "Great-grandson, Zhang Ling, please ask us to find you, you see this, I'll take you to see Zhang Ling first, what's the matter, let's talk about it, okay?" ”

"Not good!" The little boy didn't give any face, and answered without hesitation.

The eunuch Cheng blushed and his eyes widened, but unfortunately there was no deterrence to the little boy at all, and just when he wanted to raise his hand to grab his hair again, a gentle voice full of pampering interjected interjected: "Shall I come to see you?" The tone is twelve points helpless.

"Zhang Ling!" After the violent room surrendered, all the officials immediately saluted respectfully, and the slaves and maids and palace people who served immediately knelt down to pay tribute.

- For them, the authority of the Son of Heaven is too far away, and Zhang He is the master of their destiny.

"Humph!" The little boy stubbornly turned his head, showing his disdain for the comer, but unfortunately, even Yi Hua, who was bowing his head on the ground, saw his nervous look glancing at the court order with the corner of his eyes, not to mention the eunuch who was holding him and the court order who knew him very well.

The eunuch laughed out loud without embarrassment, which made the little boy angry, and his little hands clenched into fists and beat him the back of the shoulder.

Zhang He stretched out his hand and motioned to the eunuch to hand over the child to him, and then walked out with the boy who was still struggling: "I'm sick, it's my fault that I didn't bring you anything." However, I only returned to the palace because I had something to do temporarily, and the rest day has not yet passed......"

Zhang He explained softly, and as he walked away, Yihua could no longer hear his voice, but she saw the little boy stop struggling and resting his head on Zhang He's shoulder affectionately, infinitely dependent.

- Great-grandson......

"Don't be stunned! What to do, what to do! That's the great-grandson of the first emperor and the grandson of Prince Wei, who is a concubine, and is also a nobleman of the emperor's ancestry, you don't have this fate! The tyrant roared angrily, and the officials immediately took action, brandishing whips and sticks, urging their slaves and maids to move faster.

Yihua was not beaten, and at the same time as she yelled, she had already begun to turn the wooden fence in her hand.

Tyrant glanced at Yi Hua, who was expressionless, and turned around indifferently - he could only do this.

Note: 檷, the same as "you", the shelf of the winding silk. Fence, silk winding utensils, silk retractor, the sound is the same as "Yue".

(The little people in this chapter are not simple~ Have you guessed who the eunuch is?) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )