Hua Lan swallowed a medicinal juice that was a hundred times bitterer than Coptis chinensis, and waited for Yan Zheng to bring water to gently moderate the bitter taste in her mouth, but when she saw that Yan Zhengli ignored herself, she patted her ass and left.

The bitter smell in her mouth made her uncomfortable and speechless, so angry that she almost jumped up from the bed and chased her out.

Hey, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

What's more, her humble status as a little palace maid has usurped the queen's mother, if it is exposed, I am afraid that several layers of skin on her body will be stripped off, not to mention her life.

Hey, forbearance!

Hua Lan kept swallowing the bitter taste in her mouth, and secretly looked into the room with her eyes slit.

There was no one in the house, and after Nangong Chenghu saw that Yan Zheng was gone, he left the guards and went out.

Half an hour later, an old woman in her fifties appeared at the door, her face wrinkled, and she hesitated timidly in front of the door for a while, before she came over, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand.

Want to drink the potion again?

Hua Lan found that her hard days were coming, and she poured a bowl of medicinal juice into her mouth, and every day was over.

But it was not good to jump up immediately, so she had to swallow the bitter soup in her stomach.

Fortunately, the old woman did not seem to be in a hurry to abuse her, and after drinking the medicinal soup, she brought her another night of sugar water.

There is no bitter juice in her mouth, and Hua Lan is much more down-to-earth.

Let's mess up outside, as long as her life is saved, it doesn't matter who he is the emperor.

When the time came, she would find an opportunity to sneak out of the palace, no matter whose world it was, she would have to enjoy it.

Isn't there a system, it's better to have an invincible system, eat and drink spicy everything.

She took advantage of the old woman's turn and stole a glance at the translucent screen in the upper left corner.

This meow deflated her.

The progress bar jumped, but unfortunately it was only 11%.

What's the matter, how many hours have passed?

Hua Lan almost fainted, expecting the system to come to the space conversion is hopeless, it is better to ask for others than for yourself, and you have to figure out your own way to do this.

At this time, it was already dawn outside, and Hua Lan continued to pretend to be dizzy, and she had to find out who the old woman in the house was.

If it is the concubine of the former emperor, what does this mean, this concubine must have some origin.

Hua Lan was thinking that the old concubine had already fetched water from outside and was about to wipe her face.

Her face was covered in blood and dirt, just enough to hide her true face, and if it was completely scrubbed, she wouldn't be exposed.

What can I do?

She peeked at the old woman slowly putting the basin of water on a stool beside the bed, not far from her legs, and stretched out her foot to kick it when the old woman was not paying attention.

"Boom!" Hua Lan's feet were very accurate, and as soon as the stool fell, the basin fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over the ground.

The old woman was concentrating on wiping her face with a wet towel, when the basin fell and she was startled, and the guard outside the door poked her head out to look, and when she saw that the water had been spilled, she shrank back again.

The old woman was stunned, what was the situation, the stool was well placed, why did it fall?

After being stunned for a while, the old woman couldn't wipe the water on the ground, and slowly brought a basin of water from outside.

This time, she didn't dare to slack off, so she put the basin of water steadily, and carefully checked it, so that she was relieved to soak the towel in the water and prepare to start scrubbing Queen St. Ann.

But as soon as she turned her head, the stool was crooked again, and the basin spilled again.

Three times in a row, the old woman's legs shook.

"There's something wrong with this house, there's a ghost."

The old woman scrubbed the floor for the third time, went out with a basin of water, and never returned.

Scared away the old woman, Hua Lan calmed down, and she began to count the hours, grunting in her heart.

Progress bar, progress bar, can you jump faster, hurry up, this baby is going to be out of the palace, this baby is going to be out of the palace.

She shouted vigorously in her heart, but unfortunately it was useless. A morning had passed, and the progress bar had only shown 15 per cent.

Woo woo, this baby is bitter! Comrade system, ah, no, Lord System, can you be accommodating, this baby can't fit it.

The door was heavily guarded, and there was not even a window in the house, and Hua Lan's hope of escaping was dashed little by little.

The woman was frightened, and at lunchtime, a little guard of fifteen or sixteen years old fed her soup and rice porridge.

Fortunately, no one bothered, after eating, Hua Lan slept beautifully until dusk, she listened to the movement of the palace, and it seemed to be quiet outside.

As soon as it gets dark, the opportunity comes. Hua Lan ate dinner, her eyes kept rolling and rolling.

She couldn't wait for anyone to recognize her, she had to take the initiative first.

Not to mention, the stern medical skills are indeed exquisite, and after a few medicinal soups, Hua Lan felt that her entire physical strength had recovered as before.

After eating, and gaining more physical energy, Hua Lan's spirit came back all at once.

While the old woman was there, she redressed the wound on her chest, and by this time the pain had disappeared.

When it was almost dark, Nangong Chenghu came in with a twelve or thirteen-year-old palace maid and pointed to Hua Lan on the bed: "In the future, you will serve the queen mother, the palace is not safe now, don't run around, go out and call the guards." ”

He paused and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Slave spring silkworm."

The little palace maid was dressed as a servant and spoke timidly, but soon said: "General Nangong, if I serve the queen mother well, will I be able to return to the house soon?" ”

"This matter?"

Nangong Chenghu frowned and sank his face: "This matter is a long-term consideration. First of all, you serve the queen well, and I will take care of your mother's illness. ”

The spring silkworm knew that her fate could not help it, pursed her lips and lowered her head and stopped talking.

When Nangong Chenghu saw it, he sighed and said: "Empress Sheng'an is a good master, now that the emperor is safe, you are staying in the palace, there are not many opportunities to get ahead, why stay in the general's mansion." ”

"But, me!"

The spring silkworm raised her tearful eyes, trembled her lips when she wanted to speak, and endured it without saying anything.

Nangong Chenghu lowered his eyelids, sank, and walked out without saying a word.

Hua Lan understood, probably this little palace maid was brought by this general from his own mansion. The little girl is reluctant to feel aggrieved in the general's house, but she is helpless, her mother is sick and needs this benefit?

It's good that she's all killed, and it's better that no one recognizes her.

Hua Lan muttered in her heart, at this time, only spring silkworms were left in the house.

Xiaochun silkworm was quick with his hands and feet, and after a while, he fetched water from the outside and began to scrub the orchid.

Hua Lan was dizzy, the little girl's mind was very fine, her fingers gently scrubbed her face, and it didn't take long to scrub the blood on her face clean.

As soon as her face was clean, Hua Lan felt much more comfortable.

As soon as the warm towel moistened, my face immediately breathed.

She figured it out, as long as she didn't wake up, this general named Nangong Chenghu wouldn't appear, at least tonight, her face didn't have to worry about someone finding out.

There was a spring silkworm coming in from outside the palace in the house, and her careful thinking was active.