After Qingyue was escorted to King Di's mansion, she was locked up in a room, and someone brought the clothes of the palace servants and asked to change them. While he was changing clothes, he used a pen to point a few black spots on his face, pretending to be a black mole, and tore two pieces of cloth from his clothes, and put them into balls on the left and right sides of his mouth, which was used to change the shape of his face and also change his voice. After finishing it, I came to the mirror to look at it, and I felt quite satisfied. Then put on a veil and change your clothes. I walked around the house twice, the room was not big, one door and four windows. On the pretext of opening the window, he looked around the outside, where there were guards every five meters, and there were two at the door, and a patrol team passed by from time to time.

"There aren't too many people, and the patrol team has a fixed interval every time they come over. If you shoot at the right time, you have a chance to escape, and it is not as convenient as it is to do it during the day and at night, and find a way to get out in the dead of night. Qingyue thought.

He didn't know that there were dozens of people watching him from a nearby hiding place, preparing everything he could use, such as rope nets, drugs, bows and arrows, and so on.

In the afternoon, he and other servants were taken to the front hall, where Prince Di sat silently, and Qingyue followed the others to pay homage to the prince.

Steward Wang sat at the first table on the left, with a book and a pen on the table, and said in a shrieked voice: "From now on, you are the servants of this house, and now report your name, age, origin, and specialties, and then arrange your work according to your specific situation." Do you understand everything? ”

Everyone replied, "I understand."

The woman kneeling at the front said: "My name is Du Juan, 19 years old, and I am a temporary slave and maid recruited by Master Jiang for ten dollars a day, and I can prune flowers and plants. ”

"Oh, then you will be responsible for the maintenance and pruning of the flowers and plants in the front yard, and someone will tell you when you work, three taels of silver a month." Steward Wang said, and asked again: "Are you all temporary slaves recruited by Master Jiang?" ”

Everyone said "yes" in unison.

"Oh, needless to say, the next one." The steward said.

Such trivial matters, Prince Di never asked, this time he personally presided over it, which made Steward Wang very nervous, and handled it as carefully and properly as possible. Prince Di didn't speak, drank tea, rubbed the teacup, and glanced down from time to time.

When it was Qingyue's turn, Prince Di instantly became interested and looked at him with interest.

Qingyue lowered her head and said, "My name is Ah Yue, 17 years old, I am not good at it, I can do it with some physical strength."

The butler looked at him and asked, "Why are you wearing a veil?" ”

"The villain is born ugly, and he does not dare to stain the eyes of the nobles." Qingyue replied.

The housekeeper turned his head to look at the prince, and saw that the prince was very interested in him, and seemed to be smiling. He ordered Qingyue: "Take off the veil."

Qingyue slowly raised her head and took off her veil.

Everyone felt a little regretful when they saw his face. Because looking at his demeanor, he is elegant and upright, super easy and free. I don't want to, but it's an ugly-looking person. When Wang Ye Di saw it, he covered his mouth with his right fist and coughed twice. Steward Wang is good at observing words and feelings, but Wang Ye Di really didn't understand this move, and he didn't know what to do.

When he was in trouble, Prince Di said: "Let him be my personal guard, and everyone else will go down." ”

Qingyue was at a loss, and was about to withdraw with everyone, when she heard: "Ah Yue, pour tea", the prince called him. I had no choice but to turn around and pour tea for the prince. When pouring the tea, the prince's hand deliberately crossed Qingyue's hand, Qingyue was startled, the hand holding the teacup shook, and spilled the tea on the prince's sleeve.

Qingyue knelt down and said, "The villain is clumsy, and he is not suitable to serve by the side of the prince, please change the prince." ”

The prince couldn't hide his smile and said, "It's okay, just help me change my clothes." He got up and walked towards the dormitory. Whisper: "Let's see how long you can pretend." ”

Qingyue had no choice but to follow behind the prince, thinking, "Did he recognize me?" Are you deliberately playing tricks on me? Why not pick it out? Wouldn't it be better to catch me directly? Whatever! Until late tonight, find a way to escape. ”

After passing through a courtyard, turning a corridor, I came to the palace of Prince Di's bedroom. The prince has a concubine and a concubine, no heirs, the concubine and the concubine have their own bedrooms, usually do not live together, and Prince Di rarely goes to their bedrooms to stay overnight.

Prince Di opened his arms and motioned for Qingyue to change his clothes. Qing Yue took out a set of dark blue coats from the cabinet at random, pulled them east and west, and changed them for the prince. Removing her coat, Qing Yue was just about to get the dark blue coat, when she heard the prince say, "The middle coat is also changed", Qing Yue was stunned, and the hand that went to pull the middle coat belt trembled a little, the prince felt his nervousness, his eyebrows raised slightly with a smile, and the prince was not in a hurry to stand like that and wait for him to move little by little. Qing Yue's heart was beating wildly, and her face was so red that she was hot. It was almost impossible to go on, and I was afraid that the prince would notice it, so I insisted on finishing the thing.

At this time in the afternoon, the prince usually deals with things in the study, but when he sees the personal guard in front of him, he has no heart to do anything, and his heart is full of him.

"Let's go around the garden," said Prince Di, getting up and walking towards the garden.

Qing Yue also wanted to go out to breathe and follow him.

The garden is not big, in the middle is a large pond with goldfish, there is a rockery next to the pool, a pavilion. There is a pontoon bridge over the pond, and there are not many types of flowers, but they are in full bloom. The breeze blows, making it refreshing and pleasant.

"Do you know how to play chess?" Moody asked.

"I understand a little bit," Qingyue replied.

"Prepare for chess," Murdy commanded.

The two played against each other in the pavilion, and their chess skills were equal, and Moddy narrowly won the first game and Qingyue narrowly won the second game. The two of them were happy, unsatisfied, and had the feeling of meeting a confidant. I wanted to decide the winner in the next game, but the prince stopped and got up and said, "If you don't go down, why do you have to divide the winner or loser." "It's like thinking of something, a little sad.

It was sunset, and it was getting dark. Prince Di casually threw a chess piece into the water. said to Qingyue: "You go and fish it up." Qingyue was surprised, and her mind was full of "What's wrong?" Why? ”。

"Lord, there is no water below." Qing Yue replied embarrassedly.

"What!? Wouldn't you just have to go down?! Prince Di's voice was cold.

Qingyue felt a chill in her heart. After a while, Qingyue jumped up, stepped on the fence of the pavilion, and jumped down. Entering the pool, because I didn't know how to hold my breath, I poured a few mouthfuls of water, the cloth in my mouth choked out, and the black spots on my face were fainted, and I lost consciousness after a few flutters.

When people rescued him from the pool, he was unconscious, and some people who understood kept pressing his chest, and when they saw that he didn't respond, someone said, "Give him a few breaths", and said and leaned his mouth over, but was stopped by the prince. "Turn it over and put it on the board," said the prince. People buckled Qingyue on the wide bench and slapped him on the back with the board, like a torture. After eight or nine strokes, Qingyue spit out a mouthful of water and gasped. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tie his hands and feet, clean them and send them to my room." Wang Ye Di added: "Steward Wang, you do it yourself, I don't want others to touch him." He turned around and walked away.

Steward Wang replied with a sharp voice: "Yes", and his eyes squinted to the manservant who had just leaned over his mouth.