Chunhui Hall is a little remote, far away from the residence of the concubines, to get there from the Huanyi Bureau, it is equivalent to passing through half of the palace, for a thin palace maid like Li Ruxuan, holding such a large pile of clothes, it is really a hard job.

Fortunately, the scenery in the palace is good, and it is the height of summer, there are bewitching flowers and green trees everywhere, and occasionally a few orioles make a pleasant chirping sound, which can be regarded as adding some freshness to the boring and useless journey.

It's just that no matter how wonderful the scenery in the backyard of the palace is, what you can see when you look up is the walls on all sides, the sky in all directions, and the overwhelming sense of oppression, which is suffocating.

After walking for a long time, I arrived at the door of the Chunhui Palace, perhaps because it was not suitable to see guests in the illness, the vermilion lacquer door of the Chunhui Hall was closed tightly, and the sound could not be heard.

Li Ruxuan wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, shook her wrist that was a little sore, picked up the knocker, and gently touched the door twice.

"Squeak!"

Perhaps because it was not opened often, the heavy wooden door made a screeching sound, and a little palace maid with a long face poked her head out, and when she saw Li Ruxuan, she looked vigilant: "Which palace are you from?" But what's the matter? ”

"The slave maid is from the Huanyi Bureau, and she was ordered to send the washed clothes from the Chunhui Palace." Li Ruxuan smiled hard and tried to make herself look kind.

"Okay, just leave it here." The palace maid didn't seem to think that Li Ruxuan was a very "kind" person, her face was like frost, and she maintained a cold tone and vigilant gaze.

"Okay, then the slave will take her leave first." Li Ruxuan put a large bag of clothes on the ground, got up and left, and just walked two or three steps away, the wooden door behind the door "slammed" and closed tightly.

This Shang Meiren! Li Ruxuan shook her head.

If there is a servant, there must be a master, and if the slave is disrespectful to others, the master will not be much better. I thought it was a tragedy in the deep palace, and I had a little more sympathy for Shang Meiren, but according to today's events, this poor person must have something to hate, and what he said is not false at all.

But why do you think so much? She is just a little palace maid in the Huanyi Bureau, she is a high-ranking beauty, even if she is not favored, she is also a master and servant, and there is a difference between dignity and inferiority, what do you care about for her?

It's just a comparison.,In the end, it's a close-fitting girl.,I don't have to do any heavy work.,Even the skin is much fairer than yourself.,It seems that you really have to pay attention to maintenance.,Don't wait until the time to get out of the palace.,A flick of your claws.,You can scare people away...... Don't even think about finding a wishful husband to marry!

Although he doesn't want to serve people with sex, and he doesn't want his future husband to be a person who only looks at beauty, cuteness and beauty are human nature, and no successful man is willing to take a woman who is not useless, but looks like no salt. Let's not talk about the inside, this first impression can only be seen on the surface, so this surface work still needs to be done well.

Li Ruxuan rubbed her palm with rough lines, pondering how to take care of her skin, and walked slowly in the direction of the Huanyi Bureau.

Inside the Chunhui Palace.

Burning a pot of incense and holding a cup of tea, Shang Meiren was leaning on the couch at this time, looking at the swaying willow branches outside the window, stunned.

Instead, Pan Xia next to her walked in and changed the tea that was already cold in her hand.

Shang Meiren's still godless eyes finally had some anger, smiled at Pan Xia, and asked, "Who is Fang Cai visiting?" ”

"It's the little palace maid of the Huanyi Bureau, who came to deliver the washed clothes." Pan Xia cleaned up the books scattered on the bed, and said in a chattering voice: "This time is extremely rare. ”

"Oh?" The boring and empty time rarely had some interesting anecdotes to hear, and Shang Meiren was also a little interested, so she asked, "Why do you say this?" ”

"The palace maid who came this time is a raw face, I haven't seen it, I think she just entered the palace some time ago, and her attitude is respectful, and she doesn't have half a point of overstepping." Pan Xia said with a smile: "It's really rare that there are such inpowerful people in the palace. ”

"I think it's just a newcomer to the palace, I don't know what the situation in the palace is." Shang Meiren said quietly, the people in the world are warm and cold, and after entering the palace, they can be regarded as full, and they can only be described by the four words of hot and cold in the world.

"Beauty, what is even more rare is that the clothes sent this time are cleanly washed, and none of them have fallen, and I think they are also from the hands of the little palace maid." Pan Xia shook a piece of clothing with her hand, reflected the light through the window, looked carefully, and said to Shang Meiren: "Beauty, look, it's really clean." ”

Shang Meiren raised her eyelids, took a cursory glance, and saw that it was indeed clean. I remembered that when I sent my clothes before, they were either left untouched or soaked in cold water, and they were definitely not as clean as this time.

"But, how do you know that the little palace maid did it?" Shang Meiren stroked the green silk scattered on her shoulders, and asked casually: "The palace maids of the Huanyi Bureau, I think there are dozens of people." ”

"Beauty, you think, our Chunhui Hall is not taken seriously, and those who are willing to come to us to deliver clothes are probably the ones who are willing to wash our clothes." Pan Xia bit the word "willing" very hard.

Shang Meiren smiled faintly, and did not comment on Pan Xia's opinion, but just diverted the topic: "Pan Xia, you go outside and fold some willow branches for me and put them in a vase." ”

"Yes, beauty." Pan Xia also knew that it was difficult to convince Shang Meiren, so he no longer insisted. As soon as I knew that Shang Meiren had been neglected in the palace for a long time, she was a little wary of anyone, but it was also the heart of ordinary people, which was understandable. Second, after all, it is a division between master and servant, and whatever the master says, Pan Xia also understands, so he went to do what he was told.

Shang Meiren took a sip of the tea in the cup, and her slender fingers lazily opened a slightly old thread-like book, and then looked at the small space in the Chunhui Palace, and sighed faintly.

I'm afraid there is nothing more desperate than in the deep palace, such a day, I'm afraid it's different from being with the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, only the gorgeous clothes on this body are different.

If you can, you really want to choose to let go completely, just a family family, but you can't ignore their existence. In life, there are really too many burdens and worries, and I am just a puppet in juggling, at best, I am just controlled by others.

Suddenly raising her eyes, Shang Meiren's eyes were full of indissoluble obscurity, but she could only pierce her skin with her long fingertips.