Of course, Song Wu'er would not raise her hand to beat Chu Mi'er to the point that her head was bleeding, even if she was resentful in her heart, she still comforted her with a light smile, and waited until Chu Mi'er stopped sobbing quietly, and found an excuse to leave in a hurry.

Perhaps there was a sense in the dark, Song Wu'er was bored to wander around the palace, and after wandering for a while, she suddenly found that the things around her were more familiar, and she looked up in confusion, only to realize that she had inexplicably walked to the hut where she was resting, and Fang Xixi, who had a long face, was staring at her angrily.

Song Wu'er was stared at a little hairy, and shook her shoulders slightly, feeling that she couldn't go, and it was embarrassing not to go. In the end, he covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and walked into the house as if no one was around, flashing straight behind the screen.

Before he sat on the edge of the bed and lowered the bead curtain, he could hear Fang Xixi, who was enjoying the cool at the door, snorting disdainfully.

The preparation for the final election is often much more compact than the second election, and it is estimated that it will take nearly ten days to accept the selection of the emperor and a cadre of royal children in front of the palace, and the number of women who have successfully passed the assessment this year is less than that of previous years, listening to the news from the old people in the palace, they are afraid that all of them will be assigned to the royal children by the emperor, without exception.

Therefore, how much wealth can be found, each will show his skills in the final election.

However, there is no need to care about this kind of thing for Song Wu'er, anyway, as long as she doesn't want to get married, Rao is concubine and King Nan'an will not be able to play some small tricks, they will not force her to submit in front of the emperor.

Since the news spread throughout Chunxiu Palace, more than 30 show girls immediately got up early and trained their best talents like chicken blood. The sound of pipa, chanting and dancing came out from time to time in the palace, and the small courtyard was no longer peaceful.

In comparison, Song Wu'er's life is extremely comfortable, and she doesn't have to worry about the final election at all, she has to walk around the palaces all day long, and she doesn't even have anyone to talk to.

Even Chu Mi'er, who always likes to cling to her on weekdays, also focuses on studying how to make herself shine in the final election, and her movement with Song Wu'er has become very rare. As for Fang Xixi, who has to be one step ahead of everything, he doesn't rest in the house all day long, and the big house can be called owned by Song Wu'er alone.

As usual, Song Wu'er was bored in the empty room and fiddled with flowers and plants, quietly listening to the noisy sounds in the courtyard. Suddenly, Fang Xixi knocked violently on the door outside the door, as if he was extremely unhappy in his heart, and vented his anger towards the wooden door.

"What kind of door to lock in broad daylight, and it's not like sneaking around to make some small moves in the room, you're sick!"

Fang Xixi frowned, and was so angry that he spat on the ground twice, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai so much that he muttered a few words, and hid in the other section of the screen, buried his body tightly, and refused to come out for a long time.

Song Wu'er, who had carefully closed the door, deliberately poked her head out and looked at Fang Xixi, seeing that she was silent, thinking that she should have suffered a bad breath attack outside, so she walked lightly to the table and picked up scissors to cut the weeds.

After lunch, after Song Wu'er went out for a few laps, she took advantage of the lack of noise in the courtyard and hurriedly ran to the bed to catch up on sleep. About an hour later, when she woke up, she found that Fang Xixi had long since disappeared.

"I'm really diligent, and I try my best to practice my dance skills when I'm in a bad mood, if I want to call it me, I guess I ran to the bed early to hammer the pillow and scattered the cotton wool all over the ground."

Although Song Wu'er did not have a good impression of Fang Xixi, she did not hesitate to praise some of her strengths. Walking around the house twice, Song Wu'er felt that she shouldn't be so lazy anymore, so she took out a silk scarf from the wooden cabinet, scooped up a large basin of water, and patiently wiped the ground.