Chapter 9: Ink or Grinding
Wu Fu said without thinking, "Niangniang, of course, you are favored by the emperor, as long as you have the emperor's favor, no one will dare to say anything about what Niangniang will do at that time." β
Which of the women in this harem doesn't want to be favored by the emperor and ascend to the sky in one step. Just like Niangniang used to hide when she saw the emperor, only the reputation of the queen, she really has no real power, and her life is not as good as a subordinate. Therefore, no matter how high your status is, as long as you have the emperor's favor, you can be lawless.
Luobeixing has a headache, in their cognition, the emperor is everything, the towering tree, the person who controls the destiny, that's right, that's the truth. But she doesn't want to rely on anyone, so she can naturally live a chic life in this palace.
Luo Beixing looked at the palace again, a bed, six vases, two stools, a table, and the living environment of the people was nothing more than that.
"This palace has changed its mind, go, go to the beautiful concubine, and take things in the bright light." She couldn't wait.
"By the way, bring a few more people, it's a physical job."
First of all, you need to have a comfortable living environment, and secondly, you need to do other things.
The dance confession was difficult, and he said embarrassedly: "Niangniang, there are only five subordinates in the Natal Palace, except for the slave maid and Xiao Baizi, the three palace maids are ...... Those who don't work. The more he spoke, the lower he became.
Squirt, this original owner is too much, can't even a palace maid command?
"Who is in charge of the usual palace maid deployment?" She wants to see where it is sacred, so fair and just.
"It's the flower mama of the palace pavilion, and the palace maids who just entered the palace are all taught by the flower mama to count the etiquette, and then, according to the different status of each concubine, the number of palace maids assigned is not the same, and then assigned to the palace of the concubines in turn."
"Then according to the status of this palace, how many palace maids and eunuchs are there?" The stool was too scary, and she endured it.
"Niangniang, as the queen, you should have 200 palace maids and 200 eunuchs." I feel worthless for my mother.
This is obviously bullying Niangniang, and the four hundred people have been reduced to five, which is also too unfair to Niangniang, and the number of palace maids and eunuchs in the palace of the beautiful concubine can match the queen.
With so many people, isn't it Weng Weng's pain in the brain, or it has to match his identity, "You go to Mama Hua to get this done, remember that there is no one less, no more than one, as for the three palace maids, send them back to the palace pavilion, and let Mama Hua have a good time." β
This is how much a life you have, since you have accepted this identity, you can only clean up this mess, but you just feel worthless for the original owner, marrying such a ruthless and unrighteous person, even the most basic food, clothing, housing and transportation can not be guaranteed, this dog emperor is enough, he will not know what kind of life his queen is living.
will only turn a blind eye and let his wife suffer, hey, the dog emperor is the dog emperor, the scheming is too deep, and there is no humanity. I won't go to him if there is something in the future, and she can survive in this harem alone.
"Yes, mother, the slave will do it." In the future, the natal house will be extremely prosperous.
"Well, you go with Xiaobaizi, and when you get all the people, you will go to Mei Guifei."
Dance for a joy, Niangniang will be favored, "Yes, Niangniang, the slave will definitely complete the task." β
Luo Beixing sighed, "There isn't even a single person to speak in this huge palace, hey! β
Suddenly, a small pebble was thrown into the palace, and it was so conspicuous that it was impossible to ignore it.
"Who is it?"
Luo Beixing stood up from the stool and picked up the pebbles on the ground, "Such a pediatric trick, who is so naΓ―ve, a three-year-old child would do such a thing!" β
"This prince is already five years old, not three." The mouth is pouting, and the baby is unhappy.
Luo Beixing smiled, where did this child come from, tiger-headed and tiger-brained, wearing tiger-headed shoes, wearing golden clothes, dazzling, quite old-fashioned.
This dress is worth a lot of money, by the way, he also claims to be the prince of this prince, it should be the son of the dog emperor, the dog emperor looks unsmiling, how can there be such a lovely son.
Luo Beixing has no resistance to the child, the child is a caring little padded jacket, "Come, let me hug." β
The child's appearance was so pleasing, I really wanted to pinch his chubby little face, it must be soft, squatted down, opened his arms, and waited for this little cutie to be sent into his arms.
Ink's eyes widened and he looked incredulous, as if he was wondering if this woman was sick.
Luo Beixing waited for most of the day and didn't see the little cutie thrown into his arms, there was such a loss of loss, is the child's guard so heavy? Also, in this palace, who hasn't had a little bit of scheming? However, she just likes this little child, what to do.
"What's your name?" Afraid of scaring other children, you can only slowly understand him, talk to him, let him reduce his sense of defense, after all, it is a child, and his mind is not mature, as long as you are good to him, and he says something he dares to be interested in, he will unconsciously relax, so that the little cutie will be put into his arms.
The ink still refuses to say, a little child's face is raised high, just don't say, what can you do!
"Then let's do it, I'll tell you my name, you tell me your name, that's fair, my name is Luobeixing, what about you?" I claim to be able to close the distance between me and my child.
"This prince is called ink!" It's still a little face up, "looking down" at you.
Ink...... Isn't it just grinding? It's easy to remember.
"You see you know my name, I also know your name, you can call me Sister Luo, or Little Sister, you know?"
She is so young and beautiful, it is no problem for a child to call her little sister!
"Why do you want to call young lady, you are an old woman, so this prince is not called?"
This little child was not cute at all, pretending to be angry, standing up slowly with tears in his eyes, looking at Mo Ji with resentment, and walking away from him step by step.
With his back to the mill, "You go!" β
Somehow the ink is a little uncomfortable in my heart, in fact, this old woman is not so hateful, it looks like she is angry, what to do.
The tiger head shoes swayed when they walked, very rhythmically, and they followed behind Luo Beixing, and the face of a bun was wrinkled like something.
Luo Beixing naturally felt that someone was following her behind her, and deliberately did not look back, some children are like this, they have to do it against you, this is also a kind of child's heart.
Nono's mouth, "Why are you turning your back to this prince?" β
Look, this little kid can make people angry to death, and ask why? It's really innocent and cute!
"Because Hongu is tired!" After all, it's a child, and it's not okay to talk too much, so you have to change your temper.
"Then you can sit down and rest!" She seems to be really angry with herself, this old woman seems to be different, why don't she put food for herself, she must be angry But why are you angry? He didn't understand.
Luo Beixing was laughed at by this little cutie, he is still quite sensible, but this time he must remember that he can't be like this, he can't be rude.
"The stool is panicked, it's not good, it's not good."
The ink blot was thoughtful, walked over and touched the stool, and it was indeed a little prickly, "This prince can see you bring a few." β
This kind of stool is not as good as the mother's, it's too prickly, wait until you go back and let the palace maid send a few over, so that you won't be angry with me!
Luo Beixing thinks that it is a bit cruel to treat a child like this, Mo Ji is still very distressed, and he said so, if he doesn't give people a good face, what if he will cry for a while.
Turned around and looked at the little bun, it doesn't matter what it looks like, when the hand is pierced, this hurts her to death, such a tender hand.
Take his hand, "Come, let me see!" β
Fortunately, it's just a small opening, and it's no big deal, this stool is panicked when it sits with rough skin and thick flesh, not to mention a white and tender little bun? I also blame myself, why do I have nothing to do with my back to the little bun, I was careless.
Although it is said to be a minor injury, for a child, for the sake of insurance, it is better to find a royal doctor to take a look, and blow him carefully, with a distressed face.
"Does it hurt!"
Inkblot shook his head, "It doesn't hurt!" "This feeling is so special, even better than the feeling of the mother.
I can only bandage it simply, there is no medicine here, the stool has been for a long time, and I don't know if there are any other bacteria, so it is better for children to check it more.
Wufu and Xiaobaizi were not there, and there was no other person in the palace to rely on, so they could only go by themselves.
"Then let's go to a fun place now, shall we?" Isn't the child the most afraid of the doctor, and he will definitely be disgusted if he says directly, so he can only coax him.
"Where?" His eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.
"You'll find out when you go!"
"No, if you don't tell this prince, this prince won't go." Mouth pursed.
Why is this hairy child so "disobedient", this is so defensive.
"Well, if you go to a place with me, I'll promise you one thing, you see, how about it? It's a good deal. β
Ink thought for a while, his eyes were shining, "Okay, then you don't have to regret it!" β
"Come on, let's pull the hook!"
Luo Beixing took out his little thumb, with a sincere face, it seemed that this little bun didn't know what this meant, and looked at it with a puzzled face, she could only hold his hand.
"The hook hangs for a hundred years!"
There was a smile on Mo's face, and Luo Beixing was very satisfied, this is what a child should look like, why are you pretending to be so old!
One big and one small, holding hands, walked hand in hand to the "place where it doesn't hurt." β
Xiao Baozi didn't know, he only knew that someone had promised him one thing, and he was thinking about what he wanted her to do?