Desensitization sniffed, no window paper is also good, the wind poured into the dark window hole, at least blew away the stench in the hall, sighed: "The old slave never thought that His Majesty would treat Niangniang like this, is it possible, is the old slave wrong?" ”

Tuo Yu's face was red from the fire, but he was sleepy, sitting there, his eyelids fighting, yawning, and lazily said: "Father-in-law, you go, I hate to involve others the most in my life." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It turns out that in the eyes of the mother, the old slave is someone else!"

Desensitization is both angry and sad, and I have never tried to serve such a difficult master.

In fact, the eunuch's errand is not easy to do, but the ladies of the harem are all lonely and arrogant, and they don't see the emperor a few times a year, and they don't want to give their complaints to other concubines to cause ridicule.

So what worries and troubles are only confided in the eunuchs around her, with a listener, she herself is much more comfortable, this kind of weakness, the eunuchs can also feel the master's trust, attention, so as to be more loyal.

But this lady is an alternative, she has always told the emperor about her worries and troubles, from killing people and hiding corpses, to being bitten by mosquitoes on her toes......

"Of course you are someone else, look at Gonggong Ma to the Empress Dowager, Gao Changshi to His Majesty, and Yu to the Empress Dowager Hua in the past, who do you compare to?"

Desensitized eyes flashed with anger: "Mother! The old slave naturally can't compare, because he hasn't met such a good master! ”

"Then you go, this palace doesn't want you anymore."

She uttered words of desperation.

The eunuch was so angry that he died, "Take care of your mother, the old slave retires!" ”

I went out with a crow's horn wind lamp.

Finally alone, I feel very relaxed, and in this palace, there are not many opportunities to be alone.

But the fire was extinguished, there was no firewood, and there was no warmth.

The night wind blew in through the window of the black hole with its mouth wide open, and not far away, a lamp was like a bean, I don't know what kind of inferior fuel, glowing with a miserable green color.

She had just teased the eunuch, and she didn't feel that this place was so terrifying.

It was a good opportunity to test your courage, and with that lamp, through the almost deserted non-existent corridor, to the apse, which was supposed to be the permanent residence of the women in the cold palace.

As soon as I entered, a smell of moldy dust came to my face, and there were raindrops dripping on my head, and when I looked up, I saw that the roof of the mansion was a big hole and a small eye, and the rain was coming down from there.

The rafters of the main hall are moth-eaten wood, and there is a scene of decay, some of which seem to be sieves. In some cases, the roof is not visible except for the rafters, and there are countless rungs in between, like ribs on a skeleton. The paint of the carved pattern is faded and ragged.

The window holes were stuffed with pieces of cloth or rags, and the green curtains, which had been used for decades, had faded because of their love for the sun.

This place is huge, and the iron cages that look like animals are closed with iron fences, and it is estimated that for the convenience of internal supervision and inspection at night, the movements of the people inside will be unobstructed.

Each iron cage was narrow, with two single wooden beds and a dark wooden table in the middle, which was full of a tablecloth that had been green before, but now was spotted.

As he walked, the spaces soaked in women's blood and tears were going back in time.

In the room against the wall, she saw a wooden plaque engraved with (concubine) Hua Guizuo, perhaps, this was the only person she knew.

The iron fence gate was rusty, and when I walked in, the bed was covered with straw and a thin mattress.

There were candlesticks on the table, and the copper scissors that cut the wicks of the candles were all covered with a thick layer of dust.

The table has drawers, will there be some straw paper candles or something in it? But when the tablecloth was lifted, there were drawers and a copper fish lock to handle the door.

Bang, la, la, la, she tried to pull the lock down, but the lock nose was cast of iron, and she couldn't pull it at all.

A woman who has lived in a cold palace for sixteen years, due to the extreme shortage of living items, should leave nothing.

However, first open the lock, it's not too complicated, she learned to open the lock with Fang Hongyi, although she has never used it.

I learned a piece of wire in four times, and the key shape bent into a fork has a considerable chance of opening as long as it can be stuffed into the keyhole and stuck the lock spring, and sure enough, I tried more than a dozen times, and finally clicked! opened.

When I opened the drawer, I was disappointed, there were no urgent daily necessities, only a tattered Bayeux Sutra, and a few grains of mouse droppings.

Abominable rats are everywhere.

She grinned, endured her nausea, picked it up, shook it, and turned a few pages, which was a little similar to the one in the Empress Dowager's dining hall, but the extremely precious manuscript was worthless if it was damaged.

The brown and red amber strokes are also written with the blood of the writer and gold dust, and the Empress Dowager once said that this kind of scripture is endowed with a soul, and there is a feeling of heartbeat when she touches it, but she touched those words in the dining hall, and she didn't feel anything.

At this moment, she touched the words, well, a little pitiful, written in blood, eaten by rat bites.

After turning it over for a while, it was not unusual, after all, it was worn-out and wanted to be put down, but the few lines that occasionally caught her eye attracted her eye, it was a strange word, and it could no longer be called a scripture.

Yun'er doesn't have the memory of the sky, so I don't have you in my heart. Fish don't have the memory of the sea, so I don't have you in my heart.

I ask you, why don't you close your eyes when the fish is dead?

You say, "Death is not blind."

I said no!

Whether the fish is alive or dead, it is never willing to close its eyes, for fear that in the blink of an eye, you will be gone......

Could this be that the Empress Dowager Hua wrote to the first emperor back then? It's not like a concubine writing to the king, but it seems like a young girl with a spring is flirting with her lover, and why is it so coincidental, every sentence has its own milk name?

But turning it back, no matter how you find it, there are only these few verses mixed in dense scriptures, and it is difficult for others to pay attention.

I don't know why, these vulgar words are also written in blood, and those sacred scriptures don't feel anything to the touch, but these few words, as if they have been given a soul, and they are gently touched with their fingers, and their hearts throb inexplicably, just like talking to the person who writes with their souls......

Oh, she's a woman who despairs for fear of losing her lover...... Is this woman already dead? I wanted to cry for no reason, and the tears flowed down and soaked those lines, when blood and tears blended.

Woowoo...... Woowoo......

It was as if she heard a woman's cry, as if there was no ......

Is it really dead? She's crying in hell?

Terrified, she fled back to the front hall, but even so, she did not abandon the scripture, but tucked it into her waist.

rushed to the front hall in one breath, and saw the palace lights swaying with brilliance, there were already people waiting, the fairy Meiji, the fragrance was overflowing, it turned out that Concubine Hui had arrived.

But Totoyu couldn't care less about the other party being a weasel to give a New Year's greeting to the chicken, so he pounced on her, hugged her and trembled, "Sister Shuohua, there are ghosts!" (To be continued)