"I'm ...... Dead? Yue Wangshu looked at the gray space in front of him, and the whole person couldn't help but fall into confusion.

Oh yes, she's dead, dead.

Looking back on his life, Yue Wangshu couldn't help but hold a handful of bitter tears for himself.

She is an orphan, although the state's support for the orphanage is very sufficient, and she can be fed and clothed since she was a child without a father or mother, but after all, she can only rely on herself to struggle. She is not smart, but she still relied on her own efforts to be admitted to a good university, and after graduation, she worked hard to repay the country's loans and worked hard for the rest of her life.

Later, she bought a house and settled down in a big city, but she also took on a huge mortgage, worked 6 to 9 every day, regarded Party A as her ancestor and herself as her grandson.

Later, I finally finished the loan, I thought I could finally live a good life for a few days, but I didn't think that breast cancer found her, in order to treat the disease, the house was sold, the people were gone, and an older leftover girl died alone in the hospital ward, without a penny in the passbook.

That's her life.

It's just a misery with a capital letter!

If she knew she would get cervical cancer, she should have gotten vaccinated earlier!

Ah, no, she's just tired!

If you knew this, why bother to live like a grandson or a dead ghost grandson for a house!!

If there is an afterlife, she must choose to live a healthy and comfortable life, and she will never work overtime again! - It would be better if I could not work.

As soon as he thought this, the gray world brightened up as if the clouds had cleared the clouds, and the indistinguishable voices of a man and woman came from the sky: "Okay, I heard your wish, and this will give you a life halo, I wish you a happy crossing." ”

Yue Wangshu: ??!!! What aura?

Through? Where to go through the crossing?

Also, who are you?

"Hey! Who are you? ”

Yue Wangshu shouted, and hurriedly rushed up, opening his teeth and claws, but he grabbed someone's arm.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a girl wearing a snail bun and a green skirt, and the girl said weakly: "Little master, the slave is a little hibiscus." ”

Little Hibiscus? I'm even a dahlias!

Eh, wait, I'm crossing over?

Yue Wangshu looked down at herself, her hands were as white and tender as milk, she was wearing a set of off-white middle clothes and pants, and her hair was very long and dark and thick - as a bitter party b, her hair had long been thinning, and after she got sick, she was even more completely bald!

But now, she has clearly gained a healthy body.

it?

She died, and then she lived again?!

Yue Wangshu was excited for a moment, she quickly glanced at her "bedroom", a zelkova begonia pattern shelf bed, hanging a lilac-colored curtain, the small Xuan window was tightly closed, the sour branch wood Bogu shelf was placed with a delicate colored glass bottle, the bottle was inserted with a newly opened magnolia, on the dresser was a three-story mahogany jewelry box, and a large copper mirror - eh? Mirror?!

Yue Wangshu didn't say a word, got out of bed, put on the pair of peach blossom embroidered shoes placed on the pedal, and threw himself in front of the dresser.

Although the clarity of the bronze mirror is not good, and it is yellow and red, it can still be seen that the reflection in the mirror is a pretty little girl with picturesque eyebrows and eyes!

Yue Wangshu couldn't help but pinch his face, "Hiss! Hurt! ”

It's true!! She's not dreaming!

"Little Lord, what are you doing here?" Seeing that her little master actually pinched her white and tender jade face, little Furong couldn't help but feel sorry for her little master.

"Little Hibiscus?" Yue Wangshu looked at the delicate and lovely little girl in front of him, who looked like she was the age of a middle school student, and couldn't help asking, "How old are you?" ”

Little Fleur replied obediently: "The slave is fifteen years old. ”

He was only fifteen years old, the age when he should have studied in an ivory tower, but in ancient times, he was already a skilled maid worker.

Eh, wait, what did she call me?

Little Lord?!

Yue Wangshu's eyes widened, that is to say, this is in the palace! Am I a concubine?

Isn't the concubine the emperor's little wife! Isn't it the kind of profession where you have to fight with other concubines for a cucumber, and even have to fight with the emperor's wife, that is, the queen, in the end, the winner becomes the queen mother, and the loser dies? !

I'll go!!

She didn't want to be involved with a group of women!

What she wants is to be healthy, healthy, and comfortable for the rest of her life!

Wait, who seems to have sent her a "life halo"? Where?

I looked carefully in the mirror again, but I didn't see any substantial aura on the top of my head, but it can't be said that this "aura of life" doesn't exist, and this body is indeed full of vitality and very healthy.

But she wants to live a comfortable life even more!

Well, it's decided, she doesn't want to compete for favor.

To hell with that broken cucumber!

In case the brand is accidentally turned over, she will pretend to be sick!

As long as I don't compete for favor, as long as I refuse to roll in, then I have no enemies!

I can just get paid and not work!

Yue Wangshu nodded, hoping that the era she traveled through was not the early Ming Dynasty and did not need to be buried......

"That little hibiscus—" Yue Wangshu's eyes sparkled as he looked at his simple and lovely little palace maid, "What position am I, and how many jobs do I have every month...... Ahem? ”

Little Fleur's eyes widened, is the little master sleeping? But he still replied obediently, "The little master is now a lady of the sixth grade, as for Yu Lu...... Every Chinese New Year's Eve is sixty taels, and three taels per month. ”

Yue Wangshu's black line: That's all the money? Enough to eat or enough to drink? Ah no, the palace should be all-inclusive of eating, drinking, and Lazar - well, in this case, the salary will be less, after all, she has decided to be passive and slack...... Ah no, it's not working at all.

Even so, she is not qualified to be too little. That's a prostitute's salary!

Yue Wangshu sighed, "Make do with it." ”

Xiao Furong whispered: "When newcomers enter the palace, their status is not high. Little master, you are as beautiful as a flower, and when you accept the favor, you will definitely be promoted. ”

Yue Wangshu was disdainful: Working hard for a salary increase? This kind of loss-making business, she will never do it in her life!

She's going to lie down, she's going to strike!

She asks for the emperor's salary for nothing, and refuses to be prostituted by the emperor!!

It's a pleasant journey!

At the same time, in the majestic and luxurious palace of diligent government, His Majesty the Emperor, who was buried in the vastness of the music, suddenly felt a little itchy nose, which made him sneeze out a loud one.

Zhang Ji, the chief manager of the inner chamberlain, hurriedly cared for him: "Long live Lord, you broke the performance until midnight last night, and today it is up before dawn, and in the long run, I am afraid that it will hurt the dragon's body!" ”

Emperor Yan Zheng's thin and handsome face was full of impatience: "Zhang Ji, you are a dead eunuch, and now you are more verbose than the old mother!" ”

The Great Yan Dynasty has now passed to the fourth generation of kings, the emperor Yan Zheng is twenty years old, five years after ascending the throne, it can be said that the night clothes and food, the dream of sleeping, there is such a diligent emperor His Majesty, naturally is the blessing of the government and the opposition, the blessing of the people. But it's not a harem blessing.

The emperor has been on the throne for five years, and the first draft has been held, and it has been more than half a month since the newcomers entered the palace, but no one has been summoned.