When Yu Linjun rushed in, Wu Shun didn't know why, he felt nervous and worried for some reason, for the man next to him who almost took his surname, as for why, even she didn't know. Maybe he didn't want this beautiful face to disappear, or because of the tenderness and sincerity in his gaze when he looked at him, or because he was unconsciously afraid of this murderous man.

No matter why, Wu Shun never wanted to expose Happy Happy's thoughts, she let Happy hold on to her arm, nervously watching everything happen, sweat soaking through the clothes on her back. When Wu Zhengzhong left, Wu Shun's mind relaxed, and he felt that his last bit of strength was also taken away, and he couldn't help but lean on Xingxing.

There is a faint masculine smell from the end of the nose, not the heavy smell of sweat that makes people frown, different from the woman's quiet body fragrance, but it is very refreshing and intimate. Wu Shun's heart gradually had a touch of strangeness, and her pretty face was hot, which made her newly relaxed mind a little nervous, and she wanted to straighten up, but she felt that her body was a little soft and she couldn't use her strength.

"Sister."

Just when Wu Shun's breathing was a little short, a happy voice came from above his head. Wu Shun was suddenly startled in his heart, and straightened up like a frightened deer, but suddenly screamed and threw himself to the ground. However, because Wu Shun was too nervous, he didn't pay attention to his feet, stepped on the air, and his body lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Wu Shun was about to fall to the ground, a powerful arm wrapped around her slender waist behind him. After a slight pause, Wu Shun's body fell into a warm embrace under the drive of that arm, and the manly aura that made Wu Shun's face blush and heartbeat rushed into her nose in an instant, and even rushed into her heart.

"Sister, be careful." Happy let go of Wu Shun, let her sit on the bed, and said softly.

When leaving that warm embrace, Wu Shun couldn't help but feel a faint loss in his heart.

"Sister, when did you enter the palace? What to do in the palace? Happy came to the table and sat down, looking at Wu Shun who was a little bowed his head gently, and there was some wonder in his heart about the latter's reaction.

Wu Shun raised his head, sighed, the flush on his face dissipated a lot, and said with some sadness: "I haven't been in the palace for more than a month, and I'm just doing some miscellaneous things like cleaning for the time being." ”

"Sister is so beautiful, she will be favored by His Majesty in this palace, even if she can't be a lady and concubine, it is more than enough to be a Jieyu, and she should enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future!" Happy and a little surprised, in this world, being able to enter the palace and get the emperor's favor is not just something that many women dream of, but looking at Wushun's appearance, I don't like it very much, but I am a little disgusted.

Wu Shun shook his head gently, the blush on his face disappeared completely, and he sighed indifferently and asked, "Is it good to be favored by Your Majesty?" ”

The happy tone froze, and he sighed, but there were no words.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a poem "Gift to the Maid": The prince and grandson chased after the footsteps, and the green beads wept tears and scarves.

As soon as Houmen entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

Xiucai's aunt in the suburbs has a maid named Chunhong who is very beautiful and falls in love with each other. But after the aunt of the suburbs found out, she sold Chunhong into the noble family, and never saw each other again. The suburbs are obsessed with Chunhong and are longing. A spring ray and the suburbs meet, and the suburbs are full of mixed feelings. Later, Yu Di was moved by this poem, so he sent Chunhong to the suburbs, and it has been passed down as a good story since then.

The last two lines of this poem can actually be modified in this way: once you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and from then on conscience is a passerby.

The treacherous clouds in the harem are no less sinister and treacherous than politically insidious, and if you are not careful, you will be in danger of never recovering. Any simple woman, as long as she devotes herself to the palace and is exposed to it, there are a few people who can finally maintain a pure and good heart. In order to survive, can they still hold on to their own conscience?

Think about the first royal sister in history, Empress Wu Zetian, the vicious woman who was able to strangle her daughter to death in order to take the throne, brutally killed the queen who regarded her as her own sister at first, and even her own sister was forced to commit suicide by her. Wu Zetian's vicious methods and cruel heart were born?

The environment shapes people, or all this can be explained by "involuntarily". Through these superficial things, only naked entanglements of interests are left in front of us.

Mu Huanghua, Queen Mu, once and now the mother of the world, such a scenery, is deeply favored by joy. But now? Gao Wei's favorite is Feng Xiaolian, Mu Huanghua's former maidservant. After Mu Huanghua became the queen, she didn't even want to recognize her mother, Mu Qingxiao, how could Feng Xiaolian recognize her as the master, she wished that Mu Huanghua would finish as soon as possible and sit on the throne of the queen by herself!

Although Wu Shun was only in the palace for a month, the discussions and conversations of other palace maids around her also let her know many dark things in the palace. Whenever he thought of the conspiracy tricks used by the women in the palace to compete for the emperor's favor, Wu Shun felt frightened, and completely gave up the idea of competing for favor, and just wanted to live peacefully until the end of the service and get out of the palace to marry.

Happy sighed again, glanced at Wu Shun, then came to the dresser and sat down, picked up the grate on the table, and began to comb a long hair that flowed almost to the waist in front of the bronze mirror. I am happy to kill people and set fires, fights and brawls with ease, but I can't feel good when I comb my long hair, and my movements are jerky and sluggish.

There's no way, who made him always have a standard inch in his previous life, and the work of combing his hair after crossing is also done by his mother Zheng and Fanhe, and he really has no experience in this area.

Looking at Happy Happy's clumsy movements, Wu Shun smiled silently, the sad feeling in her heart faded a little, she got off the bed, moved lightly in lotus steps, came behind Happy Happy, naturally took the grate in Happy Happy's hand, and said softly: "I'll come!" ”

"Thank you." After saying thank you happily, he let Wu Shun do it, looking at the two different handsome faces in the bronze mirror.

Wu Shun's movements are very skillful and gentle, she seems to have forgotten that Happy is a man, the man who once threatened her life, is as gentle and attentive as the sister who combs her sister's hair, and her face is full of the brilliance of her mother's surname.

Wu Shun's gentleness made Happy Heart warm and ironed, making him involuntarily close his eyes. Happy to once again experience the warmth of the home that made him feel intoxicated, which is completely different from Zhang Rong's love between men and women, similar to Zheng's maternal love, but a little different.

Suddenly, Xing Xing felt a cold on his face, he suddenly opened his eyes, and saw from the bronze mirror that Wu Shun's face behind him was full of tears for some reason.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Happy hurriedly stood up, turned to look at Wu Shun with pity, and asked with concern.

Wu Shun shook his head gently, shook the tears out of the corners of his eyes, and then chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered my sister at home." ”

"Why did my sister come to the palace?" Happy asked as he took out his handkerchief and handed it to Wu Shun.

Wu Shun smiled helplessly, let Happy sit down again, and sighed in a low voice before he told Happy Happy.

The palace maids used to be slaves or captives, and later the imperial court began to choose from the folk "beauty pageant" and "female picking", their role is not only responsible for the miscellaneous work in the palace, taking care of the monarch's daily life, but also for the monarchs to enjoy.

Wu Shun was one of the people who came to the palace this year, but because of her beauty, she naturally suffered from the jealousy of others, such as Queen Mu, who has now fallen out of favor. So poor Wu Shun was sent to the corner of the palace, the farthest place from the emperor to do the work of miscellaneous servants.

However, Wu Shun didn't mind this, she was already very content to be able to go deep into a quiet place, stay away from strife, and save her life.

Wu Shun has a younger sister, five years younger than her, born naughty, a little like a boy, but she is extremely smart and studious, and she is also very proficient in the subset of scriptures and histories, and she writes a beautiful and dignified font. When Wu Shun was at home, he often took care of his sister, dressed her up, and played the role of half a mother. Previously, Wu Shun combed his hair for the well-behaved happiness, and couldn't help but think of his sister and parents at home, so he burst into tears.

"Sister, I'm leaving!" When Wu Shun tied his hair in a bun for Xingxing, Xingxing stood up and said.

Wu Shun was stunned, and his heart was inexplicably a little lost.

Happy came to the box, took out all the clothes of the eunuch Li Fugui and his own clothes, and put them in a basket, and then pushed the door and left.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wu Shun couldn't help blurting out: "Will you still come to see me?" ”

Happy was just about to open the door, turned his head, and met Shang Wushun's expectant and lonely eyes, and replied affirmatively: "Yes." After saying that, the joy did not linger any longer, and rushed out of the house like a fresh breeze.

With a "bang", the door was closed, and the happy figure was cut off. If it weren't for the familiar breath coming from the brocade in his hand, Wu Shun would have felt that everything was like a dream, so unreal.