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Under such a splendid and extravagant roof, there is such a dilapidated place, a dark corner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was a small courtyard, muddy, and the few rooms that were there were were cold and cramped.

Since the day of the fight, Xiao Yunjin was sent here after receiving a small "reward" from the Queen Mother.

This place belongs to the new queen, every inch of soil, every flower, and even every breath of air here belongs to the new queen.

Of course, she also belongs to her, and the many she here also belong to one her, at the mercy of her, not only without forgiveness, but also willingly, and never tired of it.

On that day, after Xiao Yunjin only accepted a simple hug, he followed the new queen's phoenix chariot and came here.

Slaves always look down on people, and since the master is like that, the only thing to do when a slave is to fall into the well.

Therefore, it is quite polite to be able to get the treatment of pushing and shoving.

"You, and them, have to weave for the queen, this is the supreme glory, and there must be no slackness!"

With an unquestionable command, the fence gate behind him was undoubtedly closed, and it was also unkind.

There were already a few of her busy there, her fingers rough and her body covered with fine grass clippings, most of her hair, some of which were already tangled.

There is no need to say hello, the name is not important, and it is even less important whether you know or not, it is the owner's dog.

Xiao Yunjin quickly adapted to the work here.

Because, that's what she's good at.

As a child, one of her old slave girls was taken captive by her father from the Central Plains.

This is a clever old woman, who casually finds some soft straw sticks, and at her fingertips, birds and beasts come to life, and pavilions and pavilions are complete.

The old woman liked this little girl who was not beautiful at all.

Because, she is smart and clever, especially for weaving.

An oil lamp, a long night.

Xiao Yunjin often snuggled in the arms of this old slave girl, tirelessly doing this kind of handicraft that was ridiculed by sisters of the same age.

"My father was an official who specialized in making all kinds of rare things for the Great Song Emperor, and our family has been doing work for the Great Song Emperor for generations......"

In the middle of the night, the old slave girl would tell stories to the little girl who was in her arms and would not leave, telling those stories that were far away.

She has already regarded her as a kind of maternal support, and she has regarded her as a kind of spiritual support.

"Little master, don't cry, I'll give you this book, as long as you like it."

Finally, one day, the old slave girl ran out of oil and dried up, and she held Xiao Qijin's hand tightly and said.

The old slave girl was gone forever in the wailing of a little girl, and she did not blink her eyes, looking in the direction of her hometown and shedding her last string of tears.

After that, the girl would often curl up alone on the dark and warm little kang left by the old slave girl, reading a big book full of various styles.

By the time she read the last page of the book, she was also old enough to enter the palace.

Therefore, when those women were at a loss for such bales of soft grass, Xiao Yunjin was familiar with the road and was already familiar with it.

It was only at this time that she knew that the emperor was worried about a major event, and the new queen secretly found a few palace maids and low-level female officials who were said to be quite capable on weekdays in order to relieve the emperor's worries.

Half a month later, three beautiful models of straw palaces were presented in front of the new queen.

"Come on, bring me those slaves!"

The new queen suddenly screamed.