Since the last time Bogol was in the Xinzheku and I relieved me, he has often been in and out of the Xinzheku of the palace. Sometimes they bring delicate pastries from the imperial dining room, sometimes they bring some rouge gouache from the boudoir daughter's home, and more bizarre knick-knacks. The palace people saw it in their eyes and were a lot more polite to me.

But every time Bogol appeared in front of me, I always felt uncomfortable, and I also wrote a letter to him to take him out of the palace to Sister Yuqin, but Prince Xiang who appeared frequently was obviously not just for Sister Yuqin to send me a message. And I can't write a letter to bring to him.

On this day, I was fetching water at the well, and Bogol appeared next to me with a smile. "Liangxi, guess what fun I brought you?" I looked up to see him with his hands hidden behind his back, a corner of the oak birdcage looming.

"Birds, huh?" I asked casually, not stopping what I was doing.

"You're so smart!" He said in amazement, and lifted the cage behind him to his chest, where a white-feathered parrot was held, and its eyes were rolling wildly. "You say, isn't this a little bit of a good idea?" Bogol joked as usual, and I only felt embarrassed and impatient when I listened to it.

"Prince Xiang, slaves and maids don't like feathered birds, so you might as well give this bird to Sister Yuqin, she will be very happy. And the identity of the slave and the prince is different, please don't come to the slave again. I put down the bucket that I had pulled up that had been filled with water, brushed the broken hair on my forehead, and looked at him seriously.

An inexplicable emotion made me very resistant to Bogol's ambiguous words, probably because of Yuqin's disappointment or shame for Yuqin's sister. She admired Bogol so much, and if she knew that Bogol had gone to great lengths to use it on other women, and that that woman was me, she would be saddened to death.

"I ...... Since you were entrusted by Yuqin to come to see you, it is not that this king insists on bothering you. Bogol spoke a little crampedly, obviously misspeaking.

"Thank you for your love and attention, but the slave really doesn't have anything to say that the prince needs to come and bring back to the house every day, if it is for family contact, the prince can come once every three months." I think my facial expression must have been cold, and Bogol must have felt the impatience in his words.

"Liangxi, do you have to reject me thousands of miles away like this?" Bogor frowned slightly, and his eyes became so narrow that I didn't dare to look at him anymore. I bowed my head and was silent, and for a long time, I heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. I looked up at the door of Xinzheku, the corners of Bogol's teal coat just past the threshold of the doorway. I stood there with some amazement and guilt.

"Sister Liangxi, let me help you." Jing Zhen ran over and lifted the barrel hard, her face turned red instantly, I came back to my senses and took the barrel, "Come on, see how can your thin and petite body be lifted?" Jing Zhen didn't let go, and smiled sweetly at me: "Then let's carry it together." Fine beads of sweat hung on her face, glistening in the sun, just like her smile. Okay, carry it together. Then let's get the job done, the sun is too hot now. ”

At night, Jing Zhen and I still sat in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, and the night was getting deeper, and the palace maids who were also enjoying the cool all went back to their rooms one after another to sleep, leaving only the two of us.

"Sister, what kind of man do you like?" Jing Zhen leaned on my shoulder and suddenly asked softly.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?" I turned my head, and in the moonlight, Jing Zhen's shy expression was very clear. I realized that she was in the cardamom years of love, and she naturally had some fantasies about love. "My sister likes Yushu Linfeng, a gentle and elegant son, that ...... What do we Jingzhen like? I leaned closer to her baby-fat face and asked her with a smile.

"I ...... I do not know. Jing Zhen buried her face in her knees, looking very shy. Then if you are released from the palace after the age of twenty-five, haven't you thought about what kind of man you want to spend your life with? Don't be stingy, tell your sister about it. I slowly pulled her up, only to see that her face was already flushed.

"Sister, I don't have so many requirements from you, if I get out of the palace safely in the future, I just want to find an honest and kind man, use the money I have accumulated to buy a field, build a house, and live a stable life." When Jing Zhen said these words to me, her eyes were shining, and her simple and simple wishes were very longing in her eyes.

"Jing Zhen's idea is so good, you will definitely meet the person who loves you in your heart."

"Sister......" Jing Zhen called me coquettishly, showing her little daughter's attitude. I couldn't help but reach out and rub her hair. She didn't speak, she leaned on my shoulder again, and I looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, bright and beautiful. I can't help but want to compose a poem.

"The bright moon is bright, take care of my bed. I can't sleep with sorrow, and I wander around with my clothes. I chanted casually, but I didn't expect that I just wanted to chant the lower rhyme, but I don't know who was outside the wall of Xinzheku, and read aloud:

"The green water is pure and the moon is clear, and the moon is clear and the heron flies. Lang listened to Cai Lingnu, and returned with a night song. ”

It seems to be the right neatness, but in fact, the artistic conception is very different. The person who resides the poem must have a leisurely state of mind. The voice is deep and slightly magnetic, it must not be a palace eunuch, and it can only be a palace guard in the middle of the night.

"Sister......" Jing Zhen just wanted to say something, but I covered my mouth with my hand. I motioned for her to be silent. The women in the palace are all the emperor's, and in order to avoid trouble and set herself on fire, I called Jing Zhen to tiptoe back to the house.

As soon as I lay down, I heard a creak at the door outside, as if someone had pushed it open, and my heart beat a beat. At this time, the ears are extremely sensitive, and they only feel the sound of their heartbeat and breathing. After a long time, the faint footsteps outside were gone, and I was relieved and gradually fell asleep.