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Behind the heavy curtains, a young woman sat in a wooden barrel, bathed by several elderly grandmothers.

She was washed over and over again by several grandmothers from head to toe, until her skin was painful, she finally couldn't help but raise her head and asked the leading grandmother, "Grandma, when can I wash it?" ”

The leading grandmother treated her like clothes, scrubbed her expressionlessly and said, "I have to wash it again." ”

The woman really didn't want to wash it, so she looked at the square table not far away, and said with a flattering smile: "Mama, there is a golden hairpin there, please drink tea." ”

The leading grandmother followed her line of sight, although she didn't say anything, but when she retracted her gaze, she glanced at a few grandmothers on the side, and when the other grandmothers saw this, they immediately understood what she meant, and the strength in their hands instantly softened a lot.

Even the grandmother who told the woman about the rules for serving the Son of Heaven later, her voice became much more friendly, and she was no longer as rigid and stiff as she was just now: "Our emperor is not as good to serve as you imagined, so far, the show girls have chosen wave after wave to enter the palace, and every few days there are show girls who are called to go to bed, but those show girls either provoked the anger of the emperor Long Yan and were driven to the cold palace, or they were directly sent to the frontier to reward the soldiers, so far, except for today's concubines, No show girl can really stay in the harem as a proper concubine after the end of the bedtime. ”

Maybe it's because of her generous shots, and Mama said a lot.

"If the girl can serve the emperor happily tonight, the emperor really left the girl, and the girl will soar just around the corner."

The woman listened attentively with wide eyes.

She has been in the palace for half a year, and this is the first time that the emperor has turned over her sign and called her to sleep.

Before that, she had also heard some rumors in the palace that none of the show girls who had slept had a good end.

She is afraid and looking forward to the waiter's bed, afraid that she is the same as other show girls, she can't get into the emperor's eyes, and she will be punished the next day, looking forward to it, into this deep palace, only the waiter bed is her only way out, you must know that the show girls in this palace are not living at all people's lives, living is dilapidated and old, there is no charcoal fire in winter, there are mosquitoes in summer, they can't eat enough and don't drink enough, even the lowest palace maids can casually throw their faces to show them.

Compared with this kind of dark and hard life, deep down in her heart, she still hopes to usher in a turning point with tonight's bedtime.

When the hour came, the eunuch came to fetch her.

A few grandmothers helped her wipe her body clean, but she didn't wear any clothes, but wrapped them directly in a quilt and let the eunuch carry her away.

Along the way, the woman was nervous.

She didn't know how long she had been carried through the bumps until she finally arrived at the emperor's bedchamber.

She was put on the dragon bed by several eunuchs, and then the entire hall was withdrawn, leaving only herself.

She remembered what her grandmother told her, don't look around, don't move, and quietly wait for the emperor to come and pamper her.

She lay like a wooden man, I don't know how long, the door was finally pushed open, and her fingers subconsciously clenched the quilt, both expectant and nervous.

The footsteps gradually came to the dragon bed, she smelled a very fragrant smell, Mama told her, don't open your eyes to the emperor casually, although she was curious in her heart what kind of person the emperor was, would use such a good smelling female incense, but never dared to open her eyes.

She could vaguely feel someone looking at her, she held her breath, being scrutinized by the other party, and suddenly a hand fell on her neck.

The hand was soft, not like a man's hand, more like a woman's.

She frowned, holding back her trembling eyelashes to force herself not to look.

Suddenly, her erect neck was cold, it was his lips that fell on her major artery, she swallowed saliva nervously, and then a pain swept through her brain, she instinctively opened her eyes, turned her head to look to the side, a person lying on her erect neck was sucking her own blood, the person seemed to feel her gaze, looked up at her, saw her face, her pupils instantly opened wider, full of shock and incredulity.

It's her?

Is it her?

How could it be her?

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Compared with Taoyuan Town, Kyoto is much more lively, Zhong Shaoyu came to Kyoto many years ago, so many years have passed, Kyoto is no different from the appearance in her memory, it is still prosperous and charming.

When she and Jiang Yu arrived in Kyoto, it was already night, but there were still many people in the market.

At night in Kyoto, colorful lanterns are everywhere, especially the river that runs through the city, and it is simply a sea of lights.