The West Palace, as the name suggests, is located in the westernmost corner of the Imperial Palace. It was a palace as silent as death, with not a single servant in it, and few nobles would live there. The people who live there are generally queens or concubines who have made great mistakes.

There are no subordinates, no slaves and maids, and there is not even a person in charge. Everything needs to be done by the people who live there. To put it simply, it's a secluded wasteland.

When they arrived at the West Palace, it was already three poles of sun, and because it was winter, the sun was not particularly strong. But he still shook the mark and narrowed his eyes.

There was a dead silence in the West Palace, only the dense wormwood was still fluttering in the wind. The three of them dispersed and picked non-toxic wormwood that could be used as medicine in the three corners of the courtyard.

"Queen Mother! Isn't so much enough? After a while, Xiaoyu stood up, rubbed his sour waist, and complained to Qingji.

Hearing this, Qingji turned around and shouted at him, "What are you yelling, come here and collect more." ”

The little fish sighed in resignation, squatted down and picked it up again.

Qingji looked at the piece of wormwood under his feet, and then raised his head to the two of them and said, "I'm gone, I'll go to the backyard to look for it." ”

"Okay."

This time it was the sound of a running badger, and he was picking wormwood without raising his head.

There are a total of two rooms in the West Palace, including the kitchen, so it is only a matter of a few steps from the front yard to the back yard. Qingji carried the basket and turned through a hallway to the backyard.

The grass in the backyard is indeed much more lush than in the front yard, and the entire wide grass is green, all of which are medicinal and non-toxic wormwood. Qingji's eyes lit up, and he found a place where the wormwood grew most densely and squatted down.

As soon as he put his hand out, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I haven't been to the West Palace for twenty years. Hello wow, little doll. ”

The voice was about fifty or sixty years old, and it was already old and a little hoarse, but it still revealed a bit of residual etherealness. It's very strange to listen to.

Qingji turned around and saw an old man sitting on a chaise longue under the sun, looking at him leisurely.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Here is just a little maid of the former master. The master has been gone for more than ten years, and the old body is too lazy to go out. ”

"Who is your former master?" Qingji continued to ask.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he said nostalgically, "She, a stupid queen." paid his youth for the harem, but in the end he was beaten into the cold palace. ”

Qingji smiled slightly, stood up and walked over to the old man, and said, "Would you like to talk about it?" ”

The old man nodded, stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed to the sky, telling a story that was just a story.

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