The main dance, how could Wanjun care about the position of the main dancer, thinking that he was also a big celebrity in the Forbidden City back then, not to mention the main dance, it is just this Ming Dynasty, and the emperor will not stick his eyes.

But now it's different, Gonggong Wei asked him to return to the emperor from the Shang Palace Bureau again, and this time it is much more justified than before. But he hadn't told him in person, and he vaguely felt that this matter was definitely fraudulent. Besides, his current posture is to compete with a group of newcomers for the position of the main dancer, and it is really impossible to make them not blush.

Wanjun stood among the little palace maids in red, and his white clothes blinked. He could feel countless pairs of eyes burning him, and although he didn't dare to look at it, the feeling was extremely strong.

"Du Wanjun, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you thank Lord Shanguya? ”

A eunuch in his early forties standing next to Li Shanggong said. This eunuch had been here since the day he came, and he didn't know if he was a subordinate or someone sent by Gonggong Wei to spy on him. However, he couldn't like this yin and yang dead eunuch.

"Thank you, thank you Li Shanggong!"

Wanjun glanced at the eunuch, then immediately withdrew her eyes, bent down, and thanked Li Shanggong.

"No need, as long as you live up to my hard work and cultivation of you, the matter of line dancing will be left to you. The emperor's birthday, the whole world celebrates, you must not make a difference, you must fully cooperate with Du Wanjun to shoot this dance, if someone does not cooperate, Du Wanjun can execute him on the spot instead of me! ”

Li Shanggong looked at the little palace maid standing below, and was very emotional. She was also like them back then, and she went through many selections to come to this palace. But the really talented palace maids have also regretted their lives in various departments, and among them, there are the most people in the Shang Palace Bureau.

Li Shanggong was only fourteen years old when she first entered the palace, and she thought that she would definitely become the emperor's concubine, so from the day she entered the palace, she believed in slowness. But as time went by, year after year, not only did she fail to become a concubine, but it was difficult to even see the emperor a few times.

Those who are good at power have long become the emperor's concubines, or the princesses of various princes, only she, only she is still holding her fingers in this palace bureau, waiting for the emperor's summons. Thirty years have passed, and the emperor has also been buried in the ground, but she is still a poor woman who has never even held a man's hand.

She looked at them as simple as a blank sheet of paper, and felt very uncomfortable. It's just that life is just a walk in this world, some people walk more happily, and some people walk more aggrieved, but no matter what happens to this person in this world, he will not escape death.

Li Shanggong was still a little sad, she turned around and calmed herself down a little, just turned her back to them and said, "Three days later, I will test your line dance results!" ”

After saying that, she quickly fled from here, for fear that they would see through her cowardice here.

Although Wanjun didn't see the eyes and expressions, he could hear her hesitation, her sorrow, and the helplessness of being stuck in fate from her voice.

"Li Shanggong, what kind of person are you, why are you so difficult to guess? Perhaps, just as when we first met, you looked down on me, and I couldn't get used to you, this is how we get along! ”

Wanjun has some gains and losses, he can always feel a force in his body that wants to pull him out, but he is held by his own skin, so he can not be torn.

"Du Wanjun, I didn't see it, you are really hidden!"

The most scathing palace maid in the Shang Palace Bureau was standing opposite Wanjun, and a few little palace maids were brought to strengthen her.

"What?"

Wanjun looked at this palace maid who came to stir up trouble in amazement, he had heard of her from other people's mouths. She is the daughter of the secretary of the court, called, what is Xie Anran Anran. On weekdays, I see her flying and domineering, always bullying others, but today, this has bullied herself.

"I said, you are really a bad man, a good man is not right, you have to fight with us. Everyone thinks he's very good? ”

After Xie Anran finished speaking, he turned around and gave the palace maids behind him a look, only to see that they were all helping to talk about it.

The laughter of this group of "buzzed" in his ears like flies.

"Xie Anran, don't look at your own goods, you are still worthy of talking to me?"

Wanjun glared at her and quickly fled from here.

"Du Wanjun, what do you think you are, dare to talk to Miss Ben like this, there is a kind of don't go, you stop for me, stop for me......"

Xie Anran walked behind angrily and yelled, not at all like everyone's ladies. But even if she lost everyone's beautiful appearance, the words she said still hurt Wanjun.

Yes, it would be nice if a person's words and deeds were like cotton, but never, words are words, and malicious words are enough to bring down a giant.

......

"Virtuous nephew, have you thought about it?"

Lord Song walked up to Chunqiu and said.

After Lord Song received permission and instructions from Gonggong Wei, he couldn't wait to send Chunqiu away early. He knew that Zuo Chunqiu was a disaster star, and wherever he went, he would bring the disaster wherever he went.

Besides, he only has a little friendship with General Zuo, even if he comes, he will not necessarily sell this affection, let alone this stinky boy.

"Uncle Song, I've thought about it, I'll enter the palace!"

Zuo Chunqiu looked at Lord Song's eyes and said, he knew that he had been bothering here for too many days, and it was not a way to bother any longer. Besides, he can't live here all the time, he has to go into the palace to save Wanjun.

"Virtuous nephew, it's not that Uncle Song doesn't want to keep you, it's just that a good young man like you can't waste his youth here with me and waste his time!"

Lord Song was extremely hypocritical, standing in front of Chunqiu without blinking his eyes.

"Uncle Song, you're right, I should go and find my own life, find the bravery and the world that belong to my father!"

Chunqiu frowned, with tears in his eyes, and knelt down with a "plop".

"Chunqiu, what are you doing here? Hurry up! ”

Lord Song hurriedly grabbed Wanjun's arm, looked into his eyes and said.

"Uncle Song, please accept my worship!"

Wanjun let go of Lord Song's hand and kowtowed to him.

"This one is for my father!"

Chunqiu gritted his teeth and endured the pain and said.

No one can understand Chunqiu's current mood, he seems to still feel that his father is by his side, but he can't see him anymore.

"Please bow to me again!"

After speaking, Chunqiu kowtowed to Lord Song again.

"This one, it's for me, thank you for your tolerance and love for me these days!"

Although Chunqiu knew that Lord Song did not want to see him, he still accepted his "hospitality", and when he was desperate, he still reached out and pulled him.

After saying that, he kowtowed again.

"This third head is for us who don't know when we will see each other again!"

Chunqiu frowned tightly and said with a heart full of concern.

"Chunqiu, I've wronged you these days......"

Lord Song looked at Chunqiu and said.

"Uncle Song, I'm bothering you these days. I don't know when I'll be able to see you first. If I am mishap, please bury me and my father together, and I will not be the son of the Zuo family in vain! ”

With tears in his eyes, Chunqiu looked at Lord Song's eyes and said.

Lord Song grabbed Chunqiu's hand and was full of emotion.

"I think back then, it was your father who saved me in danger, but I, but I did the villain's thing!"

Lord Song has raised the art of hypocrisy to another level, so that ordinary people really can't see any flaws.

"Uncle Song, don't say that, just when you were going to crusade against me the day before yesterday, you ignored the danger and took me into your mansion, it's too late for me to be grateful......"

Chunqiu didn't know that this was Lord Song's tactic, and he thanked Lord Song vigorously.

"Okay, a good man must make contributions and serve the motherland! Unlike us old bones, it is impossible to contribute to the country anymore! ”

As he spoke, Lord Song took out a bag of silver from his arms and handed it to Chunqiu.

"If you can't get along outside, come back here, this will always be your home!"

Lord Song's eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was very heavy.

"Uncle Song!"

Spring and Autumn teary eyes, looking at Lord Song's eyes, he knew that he had not grown up yet. He couldn't stand such a separation, and he couldn't stand the sorrow from the depths of his heart.

......

After Wanjun finished the dance, he climbed on the roof and sat on it. Looking at the starry sky, he suddenly remembered that he had seen such a sky with Spring and Autumn.

"Chunqiu, where are you? What are you doing? Did you miss me? ”

He really wanted to reach out and pick a star, hide it in his heart, and illuminate the future of him and Chunqiu.

"Spring and Autumn, if you are also thinking about me, drop a meteor and let me see your tears!"

As soon as Wanjun finished speaking, she saw a meteor in the sky piercing the sky.

He almost fell down in excitement, crawling on the roof and falling into the darkness with the tears of Chunqiu.

"Meteor, meteor!"

Chunqiu saw a meteor flashing in the sky, he quickly closed his eyes and clasped his hands to his chest.

"Wanjun, you are doing well in the palace, do you think about you like me, have you seen that meteor, he is like your bright and shining eyes, so I disappeared into the sky before I had time to catch it."

Chunqiu stood on the roof of the inn, holding a pot of wine in his hand, drunk with the night breeze.

"Wanjun, wait for me, I'll save you tomorrow, yes, it's tomorrow, wait for me, you must wait for me!"

Chunqiu lifted the flask and raised his head, the long wine was exceptionally clear and translucent in the moonlight. The wine fell into his mouth, slid down his throat, and into his stomach.

"Wanjun, I miss you so much, now I only have you, if I can't find you, I can't live!"

Chunqiu knelt on the tiles and cried. At the moment, he was lonely, sitting alone on the roof of the building, enjoying unprecedented loneliness and fear.

"My lord, Zuo Chunqiu is on the top of the building, do you want us to go up ......"

Yique sat in the tavern opposite, drinking a small wine, not knowing what he was thinking about in his head.

He put a certain amount of silver on the table, stood up and walked to the door and said mysteriously: "If he wants to enter the palace, then let him in, remember, no one should embarrass him, try to meet his needs......"

After speaking, Yique twisted his strange steps and left, although he deliberately kept himself not to talk like a eunuch, not to walk like a eunuch, but the more he was like this, it seemed that all the habits of the eunuch land depended on him and did not leave.