Since ancient times, only the master has dictated to the slave, and no slave can ask the master to do anything. The concept of respect and inferiority has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially these palace people who were sent to the palace at the age of eleven or twelve, or even seven or eight years old, and subtly thought that they were inferior minions from a young age.

When the palace people have achieved a certain status, they have also learned to show the temper of their masters to the last slaves below, but if they meet Allah, the fear in their hearts cannot be shaken off.

Where does fear come from?

Naturally, it is not only the influence of high and low status, but the reason why the superior is feared is more because he holds the power of life and death. The lower the identity, the less the right to self-existence in front of them. Their lives are attached to this master, and if the master lets them live, they live, and if the master lets them die, they cannot live. It is precisely under such subtle changes that the gap between masters and slaves becomes more and more distinct.

In history, it is not that there are no slaves who boldly want to be the master's slaves, and the slaves who betray and kill their masters, but these slaves are only a few after all, and more of them can sprout other thoughts when they have experienced a lot of ups and downs and have gradually separated from the category of ordinary low-level slaves in terms of thinking and treatment. When a person's survival becomes the main contradiction, they face the creator of the contradiction, and their only reaction is humility, only obedience.

This innate obedience and servility is especially true when faced with queens who are much higher in rank than them.

But this obedience and reverence for power, and in normal days, these slaves always try to wonder if the queen is really capable, and there are always some masters and masters who only waver and do not contradict each other.

For example, if we believe that there are immortals in this world, but before we see their ability to call the wind and rain, we will always have some doubts about whether they are as powerful as the legend. When this ability is discovered, skepticism turns to fear. And when this immortal crouches down and speaks to us as an equal, we may immediately be grateful to Dade. That's an immortal! It's not like a mortal!

Not to mention immortals, even among ordinary people, there is this kind of affection. When you find that a person has similar status and ability to you, if he suddenly has something to achieve or gain something over you, or slightly surpasses you, your first reaction is, of course, unconvinced and jealous. But when this person has reached heights that you will never be able to reach in your lifetime, all you have left is reverence. It's like you will be jealous of a person who usually has more than 10 or 20 points more than you in the exam, but you will definitely not have any dissatisfaction with the top student in the college entrance examination, but will only envy and worship.

For example, ordinary employees, when they meet the section chief or director, they may be able to gag if they have a better relationship, if they do something wrong, the director will help you bear it, you will be grateful, and feel that the director is a good leader. But if you make a mistake, the chairman of the group helps you bear it, and kindly encourages you to continue to work hard, I am afraid that you will die for the chairman in this life.

Modern people are like this, what about the slaves of ancient times who were afraid of servility engraved in their bones?

This is the case with the queen and the palace people now.

When one person knelt down, everyone in the courtyard except Song Mier and Shujie knelt down.

Their hearts were grateful, more apprehensive, more fearful, and more full of obedience to the queen in front of them.

For the first time in their lives, there was a master who could do this.

If it was a little concubine, they probably disdained more than revered.

But this is the queen who is high, she can execute herself at any time at this time, and she has already executed several of her companions' harem supreme power holders!

When she bowed her head, she spoke softly to such a servant as herself.

When she calmly accepted the mistake that was not her own, just to appease the hearts of her minions.

In the hearts of everyone, she is no longer just a symbolic representative of the "queen", but a living person with flesh and blood who can cry and laugh. Everyone surrendered to her, no longer because of the power represented by the symbol of the queen, but because everyone surrendered to a person like Song Mier.

The minions in the palace are different from the soldiers at the border gates, and the secret guards around the emperor.

If you want the soldiers to surrender, you can only surpass them in force, surpass them in intelligence, rush to the forefront on the battlefield, have the most heads hanging on the horse's tail, have fun with the soldiers on the battlefield, set an example, and manage yourself more strictly than manage them. Only by making the soldiers admire and establish their prestige can they be subjugated.

It's different to get the Dark Guards to submit. The training of the Dark Guard tends to turn them into cold-blooded and ruthless killers, and if you want to make the killer protectors, you can only slash them yourself before they see blood, and turn yourself into the only light and reliance in their lives. After all, raising a person who is ten million times more powerful than oneself by one's side, it must not be enough to rely on inducement and coercion. Shen Zhan and his secret guards are like this, finding a group of people who are about the same age as Shen Zhan, when they were young and ignorant, they lived with Shen Zhan, practiced martial arts training together, lived and did things together, and cultivated their feelings. Let them know that this is the master, but also the brother. The person who licks the blood on the knife is the most indifferent and affectionate. Every generation of emperors and their guards in the Great Calendar has come over like this. Therefore, after a hundred years of the Great Calendar, there has never been a situation where the dark guard devours the lord and the emperor brutalizes the secret guard for no reason.

And the minions are different, most of them do not have the blood of soldiers, nor do they have the indifference and singleness of the secret guards. Most of them are servile, and if their masters call them brothers, they will only be despised. Most of them can't get married and have children normally, their bodies are crippled, their minds are crippled, they are oppressed by their masters and other high-ranking minions, layer by layer, what they are looking for is not the great ambition of the soldiers to defend their homes and defend the country, nor is it the upright and simple of secretly guarding the loyal and protective lord, they pursue interests, but most of them still retain their conscience and humanity, they obey their masters, but they also have the ambition to become human beings. They are complex, contradictory.

It is precisely because of this complexity and contradiction that they can, obviously they have just been beaten by the queen, but once they are moved or impressed by the queen, they will only feel that they have made such a big mistake, if it were not for the queen's mother, more people might have died, and they would have been beaten even harder.

Give one or two slaps, then give one or two sweet dates, and finally bow their heads to them under the high pressure of power, they may not be more loyal than the dark guard, but absolutely, they will not be more difficult to use than the dark guard.

"The prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people." Song Mier took the white silk handed by Shujie, gently wrapped his palm, and said lightly.

"If there is a mistake in this palace, the mistake should be punished."

"Qinghe, in terms of seniority, in terms of high and low, Shujie is your elder. Someone who even the main palace has to respect, how dare you be so rude?! Remembering that you are faithful to the Lord, this palace has not taught you well, and your punishment will be borne by this palace. ”

After that, Song Mier took the ring ruler out of the frightened Qinghe hand and handed it to Shujie.

"!"

"The mother slave is willing to accept it on her behalf!"

The minions didn't care about the pain of the wounds on their knees, and they didn't care whether they would be punished, so they all shouted.

Song Mier and Shujie glanced at each other, and Song Mier sighed deeply, "The way you look like this, it makes this palace embarrassed." Everyone has injuries on their bodies, so they don't care for themselves so much? ”

"Niangniang, the minions deserve to die, the mother's body is expensive, but please don't hurt yourself for the minions!"

All of a sudden, I don't know who opened their mouths, and the voices of pleading and guilt resounded in the courtyard.

"Niangniang, Qinghe didn't mean it, and he didn't mean to offend, so forget it." Sook Jie also opened her mouth in a low voice.

"Master! How can a slave be a slave! If you want to fight, hit the minions, where in the world is there anything that the master has suffered for the slave! Qinghe's voice was full of uneasiness, for fear that Song Mier would not listen to the persuasion, "Mama, Qinghe is wrong, please forgive Qinghe!" Turning around, Qinghe grabbed the corner of Shujie's skirt again, and buttoned the corner of the skirt tightly with ten fingers, "Mama, you can punish Qinghe as much as you want, can't..." Can you ·······?"

"I don't blame you." Shujie raised her hand and touched the top of Qinghe's head, "Niangniang, it's time to torture the old slave." It's a trivial matter, Qinghe is for the protector, there is nothing wrong, Niangniang is willing to consider it for the minions, it is already their great luck, but don't break their life. ”

"Please have mercy on the minions, Niangniang Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

The minions of all sizes in the courtyard, with the same caliber, all kowtowed their heads and shouted one after another.

"Let's all get up." Song Mier pursed his lips, the royal majesty is not strict, the palace is not good, the girls around him are not distinguished from dignity and inferiority, and the palace punishes itself for three months to set an example. ”

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Song Mier stopped pestering and ended the battle neatly.

After that, it was to appease everyone one by one, clean up the courtyard, and subdue people's hearts.

From the beginning of Sun Xuan leading a group of concubines to "make trouble", it should have been a farce in which the queen was attacked on her back and was not a human being inside and out, but it was thrown by Song Mier and a thousand pounds, which became the best time to buy people's hearts and show her personal charm.

Yes, from the moment Song Mier foresaw the purpose of Sun Xuan and others, she made such a situation with Shujie.

No matter who the person in the set is, the last thing she wants to see is to use this set to turn defeat into victory and put the person in the next set up.

In this battle, Song Mier was also in a hurry, but he also won beautifully.

Shujie assisted from the side, but the strategy was all thought of by Song Mier.

The winnings are big, but the stakes are also big.

If you are not careful, you may change from a lenient queen who is willing to be a slave to a degenerate queen who is willing to become a servant on the same status, and when the time comes, let alone reverence her and gratitude to her, I am afraid that everyone will think that she is willing to fall and be ashamed of it.

Therefore, Song Mier first punished the concubine Liwei, and then gathered all the palace people involved in the incident together, giving both grace and power, affectionate and affectionate, tearing apart their sinful faces word by word, and then soothing their frightened hearts bit by bit. In the end, he sinned again, and a dose of heart booster went down, and everyone was excited.

In the eyes of everyone, at the last moment, she is the queen, and she is a god who is compassionate and compassionate.

Create a God in the eyes of all.

Only those who are on the altar can have an unshakable status.

When I was a child, when I went to the temple with my sisters and sisters to offer incense, my second sister stepped on the big bluestone at the back of the temple, and said it wildly and arrogantly.

It was the first time that Song Mier's young heart was hit by the impact of "creating gods without believing in gods", and he was so impressed that when he thought of taking this opportunity to establish his prestige today, he immediately thought of that picture and this sentence.

Even Song Mier accidentally diverged his thinking, usually, the emperor wants to find a good time to worship the sky, enthronement and birthday like auspicious signs and auspiciousness, and even the seat is higher than all the people, wherever he goes, everyone has to bow down······ Isn't all this a god-making process? Establish the emperor as the supreme and unattainable position, so as to facilitate one's own rule over the courtiers and the world?

It's like running your own harem?

Song Mier was shocked by his bold idea, and shook his head twice, trying to eliminate this bold idea. But I don't know that I am really the truth.

In this game, killing is as wonderful as opportunity, and Song Mier seems to have tasted the sweet and exciting taste of the game.

Maybe this time, there is no killing expedition that endangers his own life, and he is directly facing a group of minions who are very easy to subdue if they find the right way, and their force and intelligence are not worth mentioning. But after all, this is the first time that Song Mier has used his own strength to rewrite the chess game with his own hands. The change was very bold and ingenious, and afterwards, even after the Queen Mother knew the whole thing from Shujie, she took Shujie's hand and laughed a few times, and praised her again and again for being worthy of being the girl she fancied, and she was very proud. "If you change the mourning family, I am afraid that the killing will be heavier and the prestige will be deeper, but you will not be able to transfer thousands of pounds like Mi'er, and you will gain fame and loyalty without a single soldier. Wonderful! ”

But at that time, it was really a risky move.

Especially Song Mier is the only one who plays chess, and Shujie is only a deputy and can't control the situation. Those who have always known this plan will know Song Mier and Shujie. Song Mier had a few intimate palace maids around her, but she didn't tell any of them, just to ask for a truth.

This also shows the terrible Cheng dù of Song Mier's first revelation of the human mind and control.

It's just a small test.

But Song Mier didn't hide it, and Dafang revealed his every move this time, and he also wanted to tell everyone, it's not that this palace can't afford to play, but you don't want to play, if this palace gets serious, you won't have any chance to jump.

If you are smarter, you also know how to converge and converge, and don't send any inconsistencies and tricks directly to Song Mier's side.

But if it really comes, it must be a trick to break the muscles and bones.

However, Song Mier didn't tell Sù Shujie, hiding Qinghe, but not just for the sake of realism.

After all, Qinghe is a first-class palace person by her side, and without guaranteeing that Qinghe's acting skills are good, of course she must act cautiously.

There is another reason, Song Mier feels that Qinghe's behavior seems to be a little different from the past. What is the reason, Song Mier doesn't know, but Qinghe's superiority to Zhu Lu Yulan and others, Song Mier is not wrong.

The four closest to Song Mier are Qinghe, Zhu Lu, Yulan and Chukong. In Song Mier's heart, the status of the four people is not different, but the things they are responsible for are different. But I don't know when it started, although Song Mier is very willing to Qinghe and others to be close to him, but it doesn't mean that Qinghe can cross the border, Song Mier doesn't say, it doesn't mean that he didn't see Qinghe's small actions against Zhu Lu and others in private, take this opportunity, and also knock and knock, so that Qinghe understands what status he is in.

After some tossing, it was already close to dinner, and Song Mier watched gently as the palace people from the Internal Affairs Office of the Shanggong Bureau withdrew from the Xuande Palace with respect and caution. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, relieved his muscles, and instructed Yun Cong to greet the small kitchen to prepare dinner.

Today is really a big move, Song Mier is very satisfied with himself today, for a while, even the unhappiness with Shen Zhan is forgotten, now I just want to take a shower, wear the loosest clothes, sit alone in the small garden behind the dormitory, there is a charcoal stove next to it, blowing a slightly cold spring breeze, eat! Fire! Wok!

Speaking of which, this hot pot was also invented by his second sister. It's not an invention to say that this kind of thing is boiled in a pot, as early as the early Han Dynasty, but at that time, there were no ingredients such as peppers and tomatoes from the Western Regions, and the process of oil extraction was not very advanced. The delicacies with abundant ingredients and ingredients made by various cooking methods such as roasting are really unacceptable for the kind of one-pot cooking, and the ancient people said that it was very delicious, probably because they didn't have much to eat.

After trying to cook in a pot, the second sister learned from the pain, I don't know what a person made in the house, and then on the thirtieth day of that year, she brought out two large iron pots full of red peppers and oil, as well as a large table of fresh raw food, and threw those raw foods into the pot in order, and ate them when they were cooked.

Although the Song family lives in the capital, and the ancestral home is in the south of the Yangtze River, the people of the Song family are said to have lived in the southwest at the earliest, and then moved to the water town of Jiangnan because of the war, but they did not follow the customs.

The Song family is spicy and very cruel.

So when Second Sister Song came out with a big pot of chili peppers, the eyes of the whole family lit up.

Several people were addicted, and my father poured himself a drink and drank two more wines.

However, the second sister said that the stir-fried ingredients were too troublesome, so this hot pot could only be enjoyed by the Song family and their relatives and friends.

Song Mier swallowed his saliva, covered a loose silk brocade robe, added a small jacket of fire fox fur to the outside, and held it weakly, his hair was combed and braided and hung down casually behind him, and some smooth hair was scattered on his temples, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from the solemn queen just now to a delicate jasper.

Song Mier just dismissed everyone, took a little skirt and sat on the soft collapse moved from the side of the square pavilion, one bent foot stepped on the soft collapse, squinted at the hot pot in front of him slowly boiling, curled the corners of his mouth to suppress the full appetite in his heart, slowly sandwiched a piece of thinly cut beef, the white jade-like hand held chopsticks and soaked the beef in the rolling red soup, took a deep breath of the thick and spicy aroma, estimated that the beef was cooked, rolled up his sleeve with his left hand, picked up the beef, and put it in the bowl, With sesame oil with minced garlic and vinegar, Song Mier licked the corner of his mouth, brought the beef to his mouth, and opened his mouth to bite down.

"Lord... Master! ”

It is the most immoral thing to stop the chopsticks that have been placed on your mouth and be interrupted while eating.

"What?"

"Jing, the county lord of Jingshu is here."

Song Mi'er frowned, and his heart suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Make her wait!"

With that, he lifted the beef and prepared it for his mouth.

Yun Cong, who was forced to report after losing the guessing box, was about to cry with a green face, "But, the county lord of Jingshu has been waiting for a while." Master, she came as soon as you returned to the dormitory, and the minions wanted to stop her, but ······"

But what Yun never dared to say, but Song Mier knew that it was definitely not a good word, the county lord of Jingshu, she didn't understand her temperament, otherwise how could she give the word "Jingshu"?

The piece of hob beef on the chopsticks was already cold, it was originally eaten when it was the most tender when it was seven or eight minutes cooked, but now it is cold, and a faint fishy smell floats out, Song Mier held that piece of beef, put it in his mouth, and threw it into the pot.

Song Mier's brows furrowed more and more, he took a few deep breaths, and slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"Don't eat, let's go!"