Chapter 2 Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums (2) Change
"Gross-"
Soaking in warm water, Yun Yun still couldn't help retching, and wiped his whole body with a brush fiercely, so that he felt better and his face returned to some blood.
"Niangniang, the slave really admires you as always." The clever little girl smiled and added petals to the bucket, and said with a smile: "It's uncomfortable to be like this, and I can still face that Mrs. Han every day, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it." ”
Yun Yun glanced at her obliquely, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and her mood was much better. When the mood is good, the mouth is sharp: "So I am a mother, you are a maid." Haven't you heard that God is fair? Take something from you, always give something else to you. ”
She is now the most favored Shen Guifei beside Emperor Hui of the Jin Dynasty. Probably because of this beautiful face, or because she has an obvious imperial atmosphere, the fool loves to stick to her the most, even if he doesn't understand anything, he knows the best jewelry for her. Every year there is a tribute in the palace, and Sima Zhen also bypasses the queen and asks her to pick it first.
"Yes, yes, the slave is timid and straightforward, and she can only be a little palace maid so as not to lose her life." Xiaoxiao took the balm and smeared it on the master: "But, is this world really fair?" ”
"How not? Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and there is reincarnation in heaven, that is, fairness. He stood up in the barrel, and his beautiful body exuded a glimmer of light: "Daddy told me since I was a child that the sky does not hide traitors!" ”
The Chu family has been loyal ministers for generations, and what Tong Yun has been listening to since he was a child is also loyal to the king, this sentence was spit out, swallowing mountains and rivers angrily, and the little palace maids next to him were startled.
"Flutter." Hugh couldn't hold back and laughed. The room was warm, and the little palace maid who was so amused that she couldn't help but speak:
"The slave maid thinks that there is no fairness, if there is a gain and a loss, then why does Mrs. Han have everything that everyone in the world wants? I don't see what he's missing. ”
Han Shuo was born into a famous family, he was smart since he was a child, and when he grew up, he inherited the Taifu and glorified the family. That face, I don't know how many girls in Luoyang are in love. In the court, there is also a hundred responses, above 10,000 people. From the perspective of others, he should have no regrets when he lives until now.
Yun Yun chuckled lightly and soaked himself back into the barrel, his voice faint:
"Some things, like fish drinking water, are always warm and cold. Mrs. Han may also have regrets that you don't know. ”
For example, at the age of eight, he failed to save one of his favorite cats. For example, when he was ten years old, he failed to stop his beloved mother from committing suicide. For another example, when he was eighteen years old, he finally broke off his marriage under the big locust tree in the north of the imperial city.
Yun Yun smiled lowly and looked at his wrist.
There was a red rope there that had never been removed, which Han Shuo had personally tied to her three years ago.
"Give the son a red luan rope, and have a good life with the son."
He once said it so gently, but a year later, he dissolved the marriage contract he had made with the Chu family since he was a child, and personally sent her to the palace.
Now, Chu Yunyun is the concubine of the Great Jin Dynasty, and he Han Shuo is the concubine of the Great Jin Dynasty.
It's ironic.
"Okay, the water is cold, let me get up." Yun Yun came back to his senses, stretched out his hand towards Hanxiao, stepped out of the wooden barrel, wrapped in a silk quilt, and walked towards the soft bed.
I go to Hanfu once a month, just like a prostitute who comes to the door, but she loses Chu Yunyun, and if she is a more fragile soul, she may be looking for death and life several times, and Bai Aya alone will have to waste a few feet.
She buried herself in the quilt, took a deep breath, relaxed, and fell asleep.