Wen Qingwu was a little uncertain in her heart, but she didn't understand anything. I could only hold the worst thought, and slowly replied, "Everyone is naturally different from others as slaves. ”

said, paused, and continued: "After all, slaves and maids rely on you to eat." Not only slaves, but which harem is not born for everyone? Not only slaves, but everyone is different from everyone in the harem. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc paused as he turned his hand. Then there was a moment of silence.

There was silence throughout the hall. After the silence, he turned over the folds.

The sound of the pages turning was particularly clear in the huge hall, and no one spoke.

For a long time, it seemed that even Emperor Joan of Arc had forgotten what Fang had just continued.

After standing for a while, Wen Qingwu turned from behind Emperor Joan of Arc to his low case. Continued to make tea.

The sun is just right, and the spring breeze is not dry.

Until the evening, Emperor Joan of Arc did not ask anything more.

At the end of the evening, Wen Qingwu got off duty and walked out of the Zichen Palace, and the slave next to him hunched his back and handed over the lanterns that had been prepared earlier.

"Be careful on the road." The slave and maid greeted each other.

Wen Qingwu nodded, took the lantern, and was about to walk down the steps, about to go underground, when he heard Fan Yunxian's voice next to him.

"Talent and slow!"

She turned her head and watched Fan Yunxian walk towards her and stopped.

"What?" Wen Qingwu looked at Fan Yunxian and asked.

"Nothing." Fan Yunxian said, a flattering smile on his face, "The slave maid saw that the night was too late, and came to send off the talent." ”

Wen Qingwu turned his head and looked at the sky. He turned his head to Fan Yunxian and said, "No need, it's not early, you should rest early." ”

"Ming'er's slave is not worth it, it doesn't matter." Fan Yunxian said, consciously stepped forward, took the lantern in Wen Qingwu's hand, and then stepped down the stairs first.

After descending the stairs, he looked back at Wen Qingwu, who was still standing in place, "Cairen, let's go." ”

Looking at Fan Yunxian, who insisted on sending him, Wen Qingwu didn't say anything more. Instead, he followed him down the stairs.

They are all people on duty in the Zichen Palace, who can be more idle. Wen Qingwu knew that this was Fan Yunxian and had something to say to herself.

The spring breeze in the night still carried the winter chill that had time to fade in the future, and the new green around the branches hit Wen Qingwu's body, and she tightened her collar.

The lantern in Fan Yunxian's hand also shook.

He shortened the pole of the lantern and held it a little more steadily. Leaning slightly sideways, the lantern is placed diagonally in the middle of the road, illuminating the road without blocking the light from your body.

In the entire palace, the people who served Emperor Joan of Arc were the most disciplined and sensible. Even if it's just a sprinkling slave.

After walking for a while, he had completely detoured the line of sight that Zichen Hall could see, and Fan Yunxian opened his mouth. He glanced back at Wen Qingwu, his gaze swept over her simple palace dress.

"Talented people serve by His Majesty's side every day, saying that they are big palace maids, and now they are really just a big palace maids." He spoke, his voice lower, and turned his head as he spoke.

I've been a slave for a long time, and after a long time, I don't even know how to straighten my waist.

Wen Qingwu looked at Fan Yunxian who was slightly leaning in front of him and taking small steps, "It should be a big palace maid." ”

When Fan Yunxian heard this, he turned his head and didn't hide the surprise on his face at all, "It's just a palace maid?" His brow furrowed.

If it's just a big palace maid, what does it mean that he tried his best to follow.

They are all slaves, no matter how powerful they are, if they don't climb up, they are just slaves.

Following a slave maid, he can only be a slave and maid for the rest of his life, but he can only be an inconspicuous slave who will never come out.

In the past, when he decided to follow Wen Qingwu, it was not to follow a slave to make a living.

is a slave maid, he is also a slave in Zichen Palace, and he is also a person who has pursuits and wants to fight for. It also has its own ambitions.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have decided who to follow at that time, and let myself get into this quagmire in vain.

Wen Qingwu looked at Fan Yunxian's face, how could she not know what Fan Yunxian was thinking. But after thinking about it, she still spoke, "When I first came to everyone, I really came to be a slave. ”gox

As he spoke, Wen Qingwu looked at Fan Yunxian's sinking face. It's not that I'm blushing at her, but I regret my efforts and choices these days.

Fan Yunxian did not speak. He didn't know what to do with his beak. After a moment, Wen Qingwu continued, "I know what you mean. I didn't pursue much in my life, but you helped me. You want, I can give you a hand. After thinking about it, Wen Qingwu said slowly.

"What do I want? Does anyone know what I want? Fan Yunxian walked ahead, still carrying a lantern. When asked, he didn't look back.

"My father-in-law is blunt." Wen Qingwu followed behind with his hands, and when he heard Fan Yunxian's words, he asked out loud.

Fan Yunxian didn't reply immediately, and walked quietly for a while before speaking, "I want glory and wealth." I want to be a slave and a slave who is admired and looked down upon. He said, not looking back.

Wen Qingwu followed behind Fan Yunxian, listening to his blunt words, a little surprised.

Fan Yunxian has always been obedient in front of her, the rules are also responsible, and he would say a word or two more at first, but since he said it, he didn't say much. It's also very safe to always be by your side.

People have desires, no matter what kind of desires they have.

It's just that she thought that Fan Yunxian's temperament was introverted, but she didn't expect him to say this so bluntly.

After the accident, Wen Qingwu slowly spoke, "If my father-in-law asks for this, I can help him." ”

"Help? How can I help? Fan Yunxian heard the voice behind him and looked back at Wen Qingwu, "Talented people don't have the intention of competing for favor, they are all slaves, how can they help me." ”

Wen Qingwu didn't speak, and Fan Yunxian walked in front in silence.

After turning two more corners, Fan Yunxian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth again, "Help me...... I am a slave of the Zichen Palace. Even if you climb up, you can only climb to Your Majesty's side. Do you think I don't want to? ”

Wen Qingwu didn't answer a word, and followed quietly behind, listening to Fan Yunxian continue as if talking to himself and as if talking: "But Your Majesty has Aya by his side, even if I fight, can I bypass Aye?" Can you bypass the godsons under Ayadi? I'm a rootless little servant, I really want to fight, and I don't know how to die. He said, in a calm tone.

After the words fell, after a while, I heard Wen Qingwu say, "It doesn't have to be Your Majesty's." There are so many people in the harem, and there is more than one master, Your Majesty. ”

"Who do you want to say?" Fan Yunxian didn't look back, his tone was still calm, "Isn't it your good sister Xu Jieyu?" The latest chapter of "Rufeng Ling Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.