Qiao Er has been planting flowers in the imperial garden for many years.

It seems that he was born with such a person, although he is tall, but his expression is shrunken, and he either squats behind the rockery to dig the soil all day long, or bends down there to support the branches.

I can only go out to work quietly in the morning and evening, taking advantage of the fact that the sky is about to be bright or the twilight is going to be dark. Otherwise, if he is bumped into by a nobleman, he will be a good beating for a rough servant who describes dirt like this.

It's just unthinkable that a rough embryo like him is actually in the palace, and he also has a day to get ahead.

That day, the superintendent checked the name book in the palace and suddenly noticed Qiao Er.

"Qiao Er, Qiao Er, is this person still there?"

Qiao Er had been in his ears for many years at that time, and it was still a kind eunuch who pushed him before he quickly stood up, "Here, the slave is here." ”

The superintendent glanced at him up and down, "What year did you enter the palace, do you remember?" Ask me what year you entered the palace! ”

The steward's voice was loud, and Qiao Er woke up like a dream, "Remember, remember!" The slave entered the palace in the twenty-second year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, and this slave remembers it really, and it will not be wrong. ”

Because his name has a two-character name, he happens to be the second oldest at home, so he has a deep memory of the two years when he entered the palace.

It's just that he was only five or six years old that year, and he didn't know what happened, and it didn't seem that there was any flood, but his father and mother gave him up to the palace.

also lied to him that he had found a good place for him, as long as he was obedient, he would take him home in a few days, and bought him a string of sugar gourds that he had never eaten.

Qiao Er came in a daze, but he was reluctant to eat a string of red sugar gourds, so he handed it back to his father.

"Then you can bring it back and let my brother save it for me. When I get home, we'll eat together. ”

Daddy's expression at that time was extremely complicated, and Qiao Er couldn't understand it.

It was only when he was led into the high palace wall that his mother screamed violently behind him.

"Ah Er, Ah Er! Don't complain about our father's cruelty, who called you the second son of someone else? ”

Qiao Er didn't understand at the time.

What happened to the second son?

waited until he was cut off from his grandson, and waited for many, many years, until he began to understand that his father and mother would never come to pick him up, and he gradually understood.

The eldest son is old-age and old-aged, and the younger son is distressed. Only the second son is the most unpopular. It is also the first to take it out and sacrifice when something happens.

But when they sent themselves to be slaves, Qiao Er would not complain about them. Why do you have to be sent to the palace to be a eunuch?

Qiao Er couldn't figure it out all the time, and then he gradually didn't want to.

It's just that when he suddenly asked someone today, he remembered it again. I was about to ask, but there was already an uproar around me.

"Twenty-two years of Qianyuan? How long ago was that, the last era of Gaozu, right? ”

"Oh my God! So how many years has this old eunuch been in the palace? ”

……

This is also the reason why the steward eunuch noticed him, because no more, no less, he had been in the palace for a full hundred years.

Even if he was a little young when he came, he is now more than a hundred and ten years old.

Even if he is the most inferior minion, he can live such a long life, and he is worthy of respect.

So, the steward eunuch immediately reported it.

Today's son is a cold and solemn person, but he is also a benevolent person.

Just because that day for some reason, he suddenly remembered something, so he ordered someone to check the eunuchs and maids in the palace.

If some of them are old, they can give money and return to their hometowns. Or set up another place in the palace to retire and retire.

Unexpectedly, he really found out that a hundred-year-old man Rui, who has served in the palace since the first emperor of Dayan, has always insisted on planting flowers and working in the imperial garden.

Everyone knows that he is old, but they have never noticed that this Qiao Er has grown old like this, it is really incredible!

Sure enough, as soon as this Qiao Eryi reported it, he immediately handed over good luck.

I heard that he was a centenarian and homeless, so the emperor not only arranged a south-facing hut for him, but also transferred a little eunuch to take care of him.

Qiao Er has never had such a good life in his life.

Someone sends it to you every day for dinner, and some people wash their faces and feet with hot water in the morning and evening, and some people wash and dry their clothes and bedding diligently.

Because the emperor said that as long as he takes care of him for many years and a year, he can get an extra reward.

And the hundred-year-old man, no one is so immoral will go to the scourge.

In the words of the steward of the Imperial Garden, "It's better to keep it as a mascot!" ”

But Jixiang Qiao Er had such a good life for a few days, but he was uncomfortable, and quietly ran to plant flowers and loosen the soil.

No way, he's used to it all his life. If you don't let him do it, he doesn't know what to do!

No

He still has something he wants to do.

He wanted to find someone to inquire, why did his father and mother have to send him to the palace?

But as soon as I heard him ramble and start talking, no one liked to listen to him.

Even the little eunuch who took care of him would rather go to fetch water than listen to the nagging of a centenarian.

Qiao Er could only go and talk to the flowers and plants that he had taken care of all his life.

But no matter how spiritual the flowers and plants are, they can't answer him.

On this day, he was a little angry.

As soon as it got dark, he ran to the imperial garden and nagged for a long time about a camellia that he had taken care of for a hundred years.

“…… I know you have worms, but I won't catch them! You are the most aura in the garden, why can't you answer me? I've been serving you for a hundred years, and it's time for the iron tree to bloom. As long as you have no conscience, don't say anything, you deserve to be gnawed by insects! ”

But the old man scolded and scolded, but he still stretched out his hand, caught the worm, and crushed it to death.

Such a good camellia has such a good flower bone, it is obvious that it can produce beautiful flowers, and it is a pity to bite it.

Who knew that after his move, someone behind him spoke.

"It doesn't help you check, I check it for you."

What the?

Qiao Er's ears were behind his ears, and he couldn't hear clearly.

When I turned my head, I saw that under the moonlight, there was a face that was more beautiful than the white camellia in full bloom.

Cold, serious looked at him and repeated it again.

"I said, I'll help you check!"

Only then did the old eunuch notice that the dragon in front of his placket was about to fly for nine days.

this

This is the emperor!

Poor Qiao Er, even if he has served the Six Dynasties and stayed in the palace for a hundred years, this is still the first emperor he has seen.

What did the emperor just say?

The old eunuch even forgot the etiquette, and just looked at him blankly, "You, what did you say?" Can you help me check? Don't lie to me? ”

The emperor under the moonlight swept his cold eyes, and suddenly a guard came up quietly.

"Find out, tell me, I'll tell him."

If you want to tell the emperor, then absolutely no one will dare to fool Qiao Er.

Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out.

But a centenarian, Qiao Er can't remember anything except his simple name. Even his accent has long been assimilated by the palace.

I don't know where I am from, I don't know my hometown, my father's appearance has long been forgotten, how can I find out?

But the Holy Command is hard to disobey.

The guards racked their brains and pieced together in the palace for a long time before they could barely piece out a few clues. Then, with this idea, I went to the end of the world to find the truth.