The sound of beating the watch came from afar.

Like a eunuch learning to crow with a muffled voice.

As soon as Han Chuan heard this voice, he immediately opened his eyes, simply turned over and got up, and when he stayed, he moved a little bigger, and his chest hurt like a pinprick.

Han Chuan took a deep breath, turned out a small brown ball from the small yellow wood drawer between the couches, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste is cool and a little nasal rushing.

Peppermint, yam puree, hawthorn puree, tangerine peel, and borneol are mixed together, and the sweet, sour, flushing and cool taste goes straight to the heart of the brain.

Han Chuan took it in his mouth, and smoothed his chest, and after a while, he felt a little more comfortable.

This pain has been getting slower and slower lately.

As soon as she woke up, she was woken up by a pain in her chest, which had been pricked from time to time for ten days, and when she thought of those people that night, her chest hurt even more... It hurts so much, it hurts so much that it breaks out in a cold sweat, and it hurts so much that it shrinks into the corner.

Two days ago, she pounded some refreshing things by herself to make pills, and when her chest hurt, she stuffed one, which soothed a little.

It's weird.

Can the poison in the dream be brought to reality?

I don't know if it's a dream.

After all, the pain in the dream is real, and it is also true that she has been living secretly for decades, the people around her are flesh and blood, and there are shadows in the sun, and she even remembers the panic when the water broke when she gave birth to Brother An...

My chest hurt again.

Han Chuan touched his chest, bit the ball in his mouth and swallowed it, leaned on the kang and exhaled a deep breath, and then looked at the room, the cicada in the next bed was sleeping like a pig, and there were two little maids with heads sleeping outside, and the snoring sound was sounding one after another.

This scene is strange and familiar to Han Chuan.

It's like decades of memories that suddenly appear in front of your eyes.

Han Chuan leaned in front of the kang and was stunned for a while, then stretched out his hand to cover the window panel, blocking the impenetrable white of the fish belly at the end of the sky from the outside of the house.

It's not even three o'clock in the morning, and the court is no better than the inner palace, and there is no need to serve the master, so these girls can sleep for a while.

Han Chuan carried two rattan warm pots in one hand, and a small oil lamp in the other hand, walking in the alleys of the Pavilion, there are many people in the Ting Courtyard, and there are people at any time, all the way to the hot water room, three steps and a jaw, five steps and an acquaintance, so that Han Chuan sleepy half subsided.

There is a clear distinction between the court and the inner palace.

The inner palace is a nobleman, the female envoy and the inner eunuch's eyes are on the top of the head, the female envoy can follow her master to live in the ear room of the palace, except for the three or two eunuchs on duty in each palace and each hall every day, the rest of the inner eunuchs have to rush back to the court before the second door of the inner palace is locked.

The palace people and internal supervisors in the court are all rough and rough workmen, scattered in the Huan Washing Bureau, dining room, flower and herb room, sewing room, workshop and other places where they do miscellaneous work and craftsmanship.

The palace people in the court are in prison, and they are mixed with life, but not future.

If you don't follow your master, what future is there?

Han Chuan thought nonsense about the oil lamp, and after a while, he walked to the Huanyi Bureau, the hot water room was steaming, and the girl's eunuch was running fast, a lively scene, "Mama Zhong, please play two warm pots!" ”

Han Chuan put the pot in the smoke, and through the white heat, he saw a woman with white temples, a back and a slender copper pipe hookah in the corner of her mouth, checking the account book.

The woman didn't raise her head, but knocked on the table with a cigarette pipe.

Han Chuan took out four coppers from his arms and put them on the table, and the little palace maid cleverly wiped the copper in her palm and carried the two pots to the backyard.

Mama Zhong spat out a puff of cigarette and took a pen and lit four dots on the account book.

The front is densely packed, and there are countless ideas.

Han Chuan stood on the side with her hands on the lamp kettle, remembering that she was afraid of Mama Zhong before.

The Huanyi Bureau is considered to be the lowest of the lowly places in the court, there is no way, it is wrong, and if the palace people who are disgusted by the master are lucky enough to stay alive, this is the place they came. Can the mother-in-law who can hold down hundreds of people up and down the Huanyi Bureau, can it be a fuel-efficient lamp?

It's just that now, Han Chuan looked at her, but there was no fear in his heart.

Dreams that make people fearful?

I've died once, and I'm still afraid of a hammer?

Han Chuan wanted to laugh a little.

The appearance of Han Chuan pursing his lips and smiling fell in Mama Zhong's eyes, which was a little strange.

There is no shortage of beauties in the court.

Isn't there an old saying?

The beauties are either by the side of the saint or the farthest away from the saint.

There are also a few girls in the Huanyi Bureau who are beautiful in appearance and beautiful in posture.

It's just that this girl is a little different, she looks no more than thirteen or fourteen, her back is straight, her head is small, her face is small, her hair is black and her skin is white, and she stands in the mist pretty, not like she came out of the court, but like she was raised by a nobleman.

Mama Zhong tilted her head and knocked on the table with a hookah stick, "What's your name?" Where are you on an errand? ”

Han Chuan was stunned for a moment, "Servant Chuan Er, now she is helping the kitchen in the dining room." ”

This girl speaks softly and glutinously, like a crispy and rotten, fat but not greasy pork knuckle that has been boiled for several hours.

Maybe it was because of the elbow, Mama Zhong became happy, "The girl from Jiangnan? ”

Han Chuan's back stiffened, his chest hurt again, and when he opened his mouth, it was authentic Beijing dialect, "I worked in the court when I was young, and it is estimated that there are too many Jiangnan cooks in the dining room, and I have dyed the tone over there." ”

This is true, Queen Xu loves to eat Jiangnan cuisine, and the palace has found many Jiangnan cooks in the past few years, and the small kitchens in various palaces and halls are also willing to cater to Queen Xu's preferences.

Mama Zhong nodded.

The little palace maid came over with two thermoses.

Mama Zhong raised her cigarette pole and called the little palace maid, "Help your sister Chu'er carry half a pot of hot water back." ”

Han Chuan was stunned again.

Mama Zhong takes money the most, isn't this rounding up equivalent to giving her half a penny, and building a rattan kettle!?

Han Chuan didn't have time to excuse himself, the little palace people rarely took a way to go out, happily responded, happily played half a pot of hot water, and happily urged Han Chuan to go out, his movements were like Wangcai who used to wait for the street to go out in the Qin Wangfu every day.

Han Chuan saw Wangcai, oh no, the little palace people ran fast with her hot water, and hurriedly blessed Mama Zhong, "Thank you for the reward!" Hurriedly chased after him, just out of the Huanyi Bureau, hurriedly staggered with a girl in a blue and purple cloth shirt, the rest of the eyes are familiar, the name is on the lips, but I can't say it.

Han Chuan chased after the thermos in Xiao Gongren's hand, and pointed to the blue-purple figure hidden in the corner with his eyes, "Is that sister also from the Huanyi Bureau?" ”

Xiao Gongren looked over and nodded with a smile, "Yes!" It's Sister Xiaoqiu'er! ”

Xiao Qiu'er?

Xiao Qiu'er?

In the dream, Xiao Qiu'er was beaten to death by a cane because she washed her plain silk underwear?

Han Chuan opened his mouth.