The distribution of power in the harem is related to the status of the courtiers, which can be said to be the same thing, and the official women who participated in the draft can show the cruelty in the palace.

All the show girls who are not the high-ranking officials and ministers of the court and the central government will be the target of bullying by the grandmothers during the primary election, just like finding a squirrel in the pumpkin field, looking for some shortcomings in them in order to relieve the excessive pressure of the show girls, and by the way, they can also renovate the palace to do rough work.

Now these show girls who have been dragged out are lowly palace maids who serve others all their lives, and it is difficult to leave the palace until they die, and it is no wonder that they desperately cry for help and beg for mercy.

And the old people in the palace who are used to seeing this kind of farce have long been numb to this, anyway, their parents can't wait to squeeze their daughters into the deep palace like squeezing their heads, what does it matter to them whether they are rich or lonely.

Gonggong Liu's tone became more and more impatient, seeing that there were still many show girls clinging to the pillars next to the palace wall with both hands, crying and refusing to leave for a long time, so he simply demonstrated in person, dragged three show girls with their hair buns to the side and threw them outside the Chunxiu Palace, kicking and beating with all their strength, wailing and begging for mercy only taught Song Wu'er and the other show girls in the palace wall to half-cover their eyes, and couldn't bear to raise their eyes to look.

"This group of people is simply crazy, they are so miserable that they are not allowed to cry. I once heard my father mention that the people who eat people in the world and don't spit out bones are the deep palace, and the people who look down on people are the people in the deep palace, and today can be regarded as having seen it. ＂

Qu Chengshan grinned and turned to look at the show girls who were dragged away in the palace, and was so dissatisfied that he was so dissatisfied that he was patting his father-in-law Liu, who was not quick with his hands and feet, and muttered in a low voice.

"But no, isn't this group of women who are not afraid of bullying, who will be lucky enough to be favored by His Majesty the Emperor or the prince or something, be a concubine with status, and go back to them to settle accounts?"

Recalling the secret news of the palace that the Zhao family had told her, Song Wu'er half-covered her mouth and whispered to Xu Wenxiao and the two, and was instantly praised by the two of them.

"It's okay, the lowly palace maids who have been reduced to being served, not to mention that years of hard work will make their faces haggard, hunched and bent over to have no posture, that is, they have a pair of flowers and moon appearances, and they don't fantasize about being able to see the sky in person for decades, as for the princes and nobles, there are countless beauties and beauties in their arms every day, who will be idle and bored to choose a concubine in the palace in front of His Majesty."

There were many show girls on the three sides who lowered their heads and closed their lips tightly, waiting for their grandmother's inspection, because Song Wu'er and a few people were talking in a whisper, their worries were also slowed down a little, and they listened to their communication with straight ears. There was a show girl in front of Song Wu'er who couldn't listen to it, and roared out to refute her question.

"Whoever is talking, they are quiet, if I hear a murmur again, dozens of people around don't have to be tested again, and they will all be driven out!"

Half leaning on the bench handed by the intimate palace maids, Mama Zhang was looking around boredly, and suddenly heard a small muttering from the ground in the middle and rear of the line, and immediately became furious, got up and pointed to Song Wu'er's side and scolded angrily.

"Yes, the old plague god has spoken, let's quickly silence it." Qu Chengshan pretended to yawn, covered his mouth with his hand and made a strange sound of urn sound, Song Wu'er and Xu Wenxiao immediately understood, gently pulled the folds of their skirts, and looked up at Mama Zhang, who was half-crossed and turned her head back and forth to observe as if nothing happened.

The grandmothers in charge of the inspection became more and more proficient, and the little eunuchs of the Qing people also knew how to prepare a sleevecloth to be stuffed into the mouth of the eliminated show girl in advance. After a while, there was no more sound of women crying in the entire Chunxiu Palace, and the whole palace suddenly became silent and desolate, and even a little bone-seeping cold.

Song Wu'er looked at the distance between her and her grandmother in front of her as she became shorter, and her body trembled lightly for no reason, even if she covered her legs with her hands fiercely, she still felt some cramps.