Liang Jiugong felt that he should say a few more words, he has always been smart and knows when to say something, it can be seen that she is like this, and she feels that it is boring to say anything.

When he finally opened his mouth, he could only persuade him: "The emperor let me go this way, so I naturally have some friendship with the girl." The girl should know in her heart, and she should not be willful. ”

"I know what I know." She smiled, "Mr. Xie Liang is kind. ”

Liang Jiugong's words couldn't go on, so he could only leave first.

It was only after a long time that he walked out that he turned back.

Naturally, he couldn't see her, but he couldn't help but sigh.

Little Meng's father-in-law asked him, "Master, what are you looking at?" ”

He shook his head, didn't speak, and continued on his way.

He has been in the palace for many years, and it is difficult to say anything else, but he has the ability to recognize people.

He clearly saw that Uyamalu had a temperament that was different from other women.

Her body is in the palace, but her soul is freer than everyone else, and she doesn't blame the emperor for caring about it, and she always cares about it.

The emperor ascended the throne at a young age, and was trapped in the deep palace all his life, and all he saw were people who couldn't make mistakes, when did he see such a person?

But this is not what he should think about as a eunuch.

Seeing him disappear from his sight, Umalu stood alone in the doorway, looking at the sky, the mist and clouds.

She was holding the fox fur in her arms, a little dazed.

She knew that Liang Jiugong was here to make her the one who bowed her head first.

Otherwise, he didn't have to come in person.

As the supreme person in the feudal era, it is naturally impossible for the emperor to bow his head, so it is only right that people with low status like them bow their heads first, and the emperor goes down.

She knew it all in her heart.

She even knew very well that if she wanted to live well in this era, she should be like other women, and use all kinds of means to compete for the emperor's affection, and become the most noble woman in the world.

But she didn't want to.

She asked herself again and again in her heart why some time-travelers could adapt well to life after crossing, but she couldn't.

She heard her own clear answer.

People are different from each other, some people like to be famous, some people like to be famous in history, and some people like idle clouds and wild cranes.

And she, how can she fit into this era so comfortably?

She was used to seeing advanced technology, to seeing a world that was far more egalitarian than it is now, and she was far more free then than she is now.

She has seen the snow in Kunlun, the sand in Saibei, the smoke willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the terracotta warriors and horses in Chang'an and the remains of the dynasty song, and she has also been to foreign countries, and has seen churches and white doves, Big Ben and ancient castles......

Now that she has seen the world, how can she be willing to look up and see only a narrow finger of the sky, and how can she be willing to bow her head and be bound between this square inch for others.

Her three views have been fixed and are difficult to change.

She has always believed that women are no different from men, and that they are born human beings and should enjoy the most basic human rights.

But in this era of male superiority and inferiority of women, in the face of the general trend of the world, what can she do.

Even if she thinks that women are not born to marry whomever they want, they should not be pushed down the same path again and again.

Even if she thinks that it is good to let those who are willing to be able to spend the wind and the snow, and let the people who are willing to be the stars and the sea of the stars.

Even if she thinks that she reads and writes, it is for reason, to broaden her horizons, not to serve a man.

Because she loves herself, she respects her independent personality, so she resists all this.

But she knew she couldn't do anything.

She's just a praying mantis in front of the wheel.

It is precisely because she is sober and transparent aware of all this that she can't accept all this calmly, and she can't let herself accept the assimilation of this era from the bottom of her heart.

She carried the thoughts of modern people, strayed into dislocation of time and space, and lived an anachronistic and painful life in ancient times.

Every day, it's hard work.

It's hard work.

A faint sigh.

She lowered her eyes and carried the fox fur into the room.

At night, Kangxi was upset, and the political affairs of the previous dynasty were rubbed together with the inexplicable things in his heart, making him uncomfortable, even if he read a book, he couldn't calm down.

He simply went out for a walk.

Eight eunuchs followed with lanterns.

He climbed the city wall and looked up at the sky, the light moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and there was only a dim light.

The cold wind was steep, and it blew like a knife on the face.

He stood for a long time, until the man was already cold on the wall.

He withdrew his gaze and stepped down.

Liang Jiugong whispered: "Your Majesty, Miss Wuya is here." ”

Kangxi froze in place and didn't look back, and his hands, I don't know if it was because he was excited or because it was too cold, were trembling.

Liang Jiugong lowered his head and waved his hand with his back to Umalu.

Umalu sighed softly, walked forward with a bright yellow coat, and tied it to Kangxi.

She stood in front of him, pale and beautiful, with a serious illness just recovering from it.

"You've lost weight."

Umalus tied the knot, took a step back, smiled, and did not speak.

The cold hand pinched her cheek, the tentacles were slick, the face was not obvious in the faint light, and the eyes kept down, not looking at him.

Kangxi was stubborn: "Look at me." ”

Umalus looked up at him.

The young emperor's eyes were full of confusion, like a young beast that had fallen into a trap, and he did not know the way out.

Kangxi let go of his hand: "Let's go." ”

The group also returned to the Qianqing Palace.

Liang Jiugong sent the ginger tea prepared by him in advance.

Umalu's body, which was frozen in the cold wind, gradually warmed up.

She shuddered.

Kangxi saw it in his eyes and gave her the stove in his hand.

"Who told you to come?" Kangxi asked her.

All his emotions seemed to converge in an instant, and he was still the unfathomable emperor.

Liang Jiugong gently put the newly served soup on the table, and made a small noise on the table.

In that moment, Umalu understood everything.

Forget it, she thought.

Yes, forget it.

She said, "It's the slaves themselves." ”

Umalus's gaze was retracted, and his head hung down, with a little meekness and obedience.

Liang Jiugong lowered his head, humbly stepped aside, and asked the other little eunuchs to take out the tray.

She looked up at Kangxi, her eyes moist: "There is no master, what should the slave do." ”

Liang Jiugong's hand in the sleeve slowly let go.

Kangxi relaxed and remained silent.

Umalu said softly: "Without a master, the minions can't even protect our children." ”

Kangxi sat up straight: "Liang Jiugong!" ”

Liang Jiugong stepped forward: "The slave is here." ”

"Check it out!"

Liang Jiugong bowed his head: "Yes." ”

Imperial Physician Wang came quickly, he had forgotten Umalu, but when he saw Liang Jiugong, he also found that meager memory.

After Dr. Wang finished diagnosing the pulse, he said directly: "The girl did have a miscarriage, so she should have a good birth and recuperate." ”

He paused: "The spleen is weak, the stomach is weak, the pulse is weak, the previous prescription may be conflicting, and the minister will reformulate a prescription in a while." ”