Su Yueshi seemed to be in pain, if she left, this invisible live broadcast would stop, so why might as well let someone else come?

It's like being a live broadcast economic company, recruiting all kinds of talents, wouldn't it be beautiful that she can still sit behind the scenes and be a boss when she can't get on herself?

A magnificent business empire was already manifest in her mind, and just when Su Yueshi had already dreamed of being the richest man in Yan Kingdom, Bazimei interrupted him: "Anyway, what is His Royal Highness King Yan looking for you to do today?" Didn't punish you, did you? ”

"Huh?"

Su Yueshi returned to reality from her dream, and then she thought of the task that An Fengyin gave her, and her eyebrows drooped.

It's not difficult to be amused, mainly in this era, many people don't understand it at all, and it's really a difficult thing.

She sighed: "His Royal Highness King Yan wants me to enter the palace to congratulate the queen mother on her birthday, but I don't even know what the queen mother likes." ”

"Into the palace?" The eight-character eyebrows and eyebrows were almost crouched, and he smacked his tongue: "I'm afraid it's difficult." ”

"Difficult? It's the queen's ......" Su Yueshi pulled the shopkeeper aside and lowered her voice: "Won't it be that the queen's mother has a bad temperament and kills people when she gets angry?" ”

"That's not it, the queen is rumored to be gentle and dignified."

The shopkeeper glanced at the store where there were not many people: "It's just that His Royal Highness King Yan and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince belong to two camps, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is fostered under the queen's knees." ”

"Fostering?"

It's still a drama of ethics palace fighting! Su Yueshi's eyelids jumped.

"The prince was a favorite concubine in his early years, and after his death, he was passed to the queen's knees," the shopkeeper said the secret news in Beijing: "But I also heard what people said, but now His Majesty's health is not very good, His Royal Highness King Yan and the prince's faction are more and more incompatible, King Yan's mother is Yun Guifei's mother, if you please the queen, you are only afraid of making Yun Guifei unhappy, this matter is not easy to do." ”

After the shopkeeper's words, Su Yueshi probably understood the lineup of all parties in Beijing today, and the seemingly prosperous imperial capital was actually surging.

That night, she worked all night in front of the candlelight, holding a brush in her hand, racking her brains to write all kinds of jokes.

Finally, three days later, she was pulled directly to the palace gate by a carriage, entered the palace through the side door, and walked around the palace maid who followed the guide for half an hour before arriving at a side hall.

The dinner etiquette is cumbersome, and it doesn't really start until it's dark.

When Su Yueshi came to the stage, everyone was stunned, she wore the clothes of a storyteller, held a folding fan in her hand, and after the salute, the palace people brought a few things.

"Today, the queen is a thousand years old, and the grass people have a few things to give to the mother."

The black cloth is a microphone, this thing is actually the handiwork of elementary school students, but the paper things in this era are limited, Su Yueshi herself pasted all night to barely make a decent paper cup, after all, it also has to be presentable, the slight difference is that she hung some bells in it.

She shook her fan: "It is rumored that there is a faraway country where people's carts can be driven on the road without being pulled by livestock......"

According to the current situation of the 21st century, Su Yueshi was stunned for everyone, from the airplane cannon to the power bank, and from the mask and water milk to the foot soaking bucket, everything was simple and simple, and after speaking, she began to sell her own paper cup microphone.

"Today's object has come from a foreign country! It can be heard from a long distance, you can hear it without shouting, protect your throat, the best in the world! ”

She turned over and jumped off the stage, stuffed a paper cup into An Fengyin's hand, ran to the other side of the hall, and shouted into the earpiece for An Fengyin to answer herself.

The latter looked at the earpiece in his hand and felt very surprised, put the paper cup to his ear, and heard Su Yueshi say over there: "Your Highness, your abdominal muscles feel good." ”

An Fengyin's face turned black in shock, and the black was red.

What is this occasion? This woman has a sick brain?!

"How's it going, did Feng'er hear me?" Above, the emperor and the queen looked at him with interest, An Fengyin could only nod stubbornly and gouge Su Yueshi's eyes, but the latter didn't look at him at all.

Su Yueshi praised this thing to the sky, and in the end, the concubines in the palace were all happy.

She asked for a reward, patted her ass and slipped away, after all, she touched the tiger's buttocks, and she was afraid of being killed by An Fengyin's eyes.

In the apse, the lights are slightly dimmed.

Su Yueshi finished her work and wandered around boredly, she had been to the Forbidden City before, but she had walked around roughly, and now she could really feel what luxury was in this palace.

She wandered between the palaces, and suddenly, at the end of the corridor, a man's voice stumbled, smelling of alcohol.

"Yo, the chick looks good!"

This line is a bit bloody...... Su Yueshi looked at the figure and rolled her eyes: "It's an owl, you can see that it looks good if it's blind in the dark." ”

It is rumored that there is a Prince Yong, An Xihe, who likes to be light and thin palace maids, and is obscure and lustful, so he has been reprimanded by the emperor many times.

But according to the usual routine, this guy is lascivious eighty percent of the time.

The brothers who can survive in the hands of the emperor are either pretending to be crazy and stupid or pretending to be ignorant of learning.

Su Yueshi thought about it, her hand was in her sleeve for a while, and she quickly wiped two handfuls on her face, and stood in place waiting for the person to come over, and when she got closer, she could be sure that this was Prince Yong, who was not at the banquet.

"Come to this king, I hurt you!"

The man dragged over and dragged the person into his arms, but in the next second, his body stiffened.

Under the bleak moonlight, the eyes of the person in his arms were crooked, and the mouth was rubbed with lipstick but it was inexplicably weird, I don't know if he was born or rubbed something, his face was sallow and seemed to be malnourished, and the whites of his eyes were generally in his sockets.

The most terrifying thing is that this person looks shy, and shouts in his mouth: "Don't! Don't overcome! ”

Something was churning in his stomach, An Xihe and the wine woke up for the most part, and the smile on the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He stiffened his head and used his usual tricks, and his voice was a little dry: "From this king, you can enjoy glory and wealth." ”

"Will the prince take the slaves out of the palace?"

Su Yueshi blinked, shyness and some expectation, the dried powder was like the dry dander on her face, she squeezed a smile and fell down.

Looking at each other, Su Yueshi thinks she is affectionate.

Finally, An Xihe turned his head and vomited all at once, as if he was going to vomit out all his internal organs.

Su Yueshi held back a smile and her body was trembling, and she was about to run when she heard a familiar voice.

"Why is Uncle Wang here?"

An Fengyin rushed over, and Su Yueshi stood behind him, laughing so much that her shoulders were shaking.

I think she used to draw herself miserably before getting off work every time for safety because she got off work too late, but I didn't expect this trick to come in handy here now.

"It's too boring during the banquet, come out and have fun."

An Xihe relieved himself and waved his hand: "I've been out for too long, I'm afraid that the imperial brother is looking for me, and I have to go back." ”

As he spoke, he walked around the two of them without looking back.

An Fengyin listened to the small laughter behind him, and turned his head: "Didn't you say that you don't sell your body when you sell your art?" Much like marrying into the palace? ”