bathed in warm water, but it still didn't let Song Baozhu recover from his stunnedness.

It's settled...

Song Baozhu was stunned and thought about how special this day he thought would be when he decided his fate. But it was like the most sparse and ordinary day in the past sixteen years, and it was not even time to be surprised.

Song Baozhu didn't remember whether he had received the holy decree in accordance with the etiquette, and his appearance was respectful enough.

She only remembered the sighs behind her at the moment when the decree was announced, and the eyes full of shame and anger in Jin Hongyi.

"Girl, girl." The voice of the moon slave sounded, and Song Baozhu came back to his senses from his trance.

Looking at Yue Nu's happy face, Song Baozhu didn't know how to repay her emotions.

"Our girl is a good fortune, and she is a noble concubine as soon as she enters the palace!"

The moon slave lifted Song Baozhu's pink and white lotus arm, scrubbing it as if wiping a treasure.

"The slave maid heard that the previous imperial concubine Niangniang was just a small nobleman when she first entered the palace. It seems that our girl must have a bright future. ”

The moon slave laughed, her eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons, which echoed her name.

Song Baozhu smiled bitterly, really annoyed that he didn't know how to reply to the moon slave, and was pushed open with a squeak at the door.

It was the palace maid who led the team during the day, and walked in with four palace maids who looked younger and had trays in their hands.

Song Baozhu glanced at it, like clothes woven from fine brocade.

The woman came to Song Baozhu and saluted respectfully, with an indifferent expression on her face.

"The slave maid is evergreen, she is the old man in this palace, and the little palace maids all call her aunt. I have seen you and your concubine during the day, I don't know if you still remember it. ”

Aunt Changqing said politely and detachedly.

Song Baozhu looked at this woman, and somehow, she was always a little scared. But he nodded anyway, which was a response.

Aunt Changqing waved her hand, and a little palace maid respectfully walked over with a stack of clothes.

"Then please take a bath for your concubine, don't delay the hour."

Song Baozhu listened to Aunt Changqing's words, and her heart chuckled.

The "Candle Night in the Cave Room", which I was looking forward to with a blushing face in the boudoir, seems to be about to be staged. But there is no big red happy house in the dream, and there is no father and mother to marry.

I couldn't help but feel miserable, but the loss in my eyes was swallowed back into my stomach with the next blink.

Song Baozhu took a deep breath and stood up from the dense water vapor. Numbly accepted the palace people to wipe off the meandering water droplets on their bodies, and silently accepted the arrangement of fate.

Aunt Changqing skillfully changed Song Baozhu's clothes, and the gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings under the mirror outlined the girl's graceful figure.

At this time, Song Baozhu realized that this gauze was like air covering his body, faintly, full of the meaning of wanting to say goodbye.

Song Baozhu couldn't help but reddened his ears, which slowly spread to his cheeks.

When it was time to comb her hair, Aunt Changqing, who looked like a human spirit, also noticed that Song Baozhu couldn't help lowering her head, but she didn't pity the jade.

Instead, he used his thin fingers to lift Song Baozhu's chin and leaned over to look at the shy beauty in the bronze mirror with her.

"Your concubine, tonight is your big day. So shy, that's good. There was no emotion in Aunt Changqing's tone, but it made Song Baozhu a little overwhelmed.

"Yes..." Song Baozhu slurped, but only squeezed out a word as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

Aunt Changqing waved her hand again, and another tray with books was placed in front of Song Baozhu.

I saw that there was not a word on the cover, but Song Baozhu reached out curiously to flip through it. But just the content of the first page made Song Baozhu's heart jump in horror and hurriedly look away.

The moon slave also blushed, but she still spoke for Song Baozhu: "Aunt Changqing, when our girl was in the Mi Kingdom before... Just..."

Aunt Changqing gave her a knowing look and let people accept it.

"Since the noble concubine already knew how to serve the Holy Driver when she was in her homeland, it was so good."

After that, he talked to himself while combing Song Baozhu's hair.

"Just because you've learned it doesn't mean you can. If the noble concubine is still like just now, then the future wealth will be far away. ”

Although he knew that this was just an official word that every concubine said, Song Baozhu's stomach couldn't help but cramp uncomfortably.

Remembering that dream... All the bad memories of the previous country in the country of Ya Qian came flooding back.

But now is not the time, Song Baozhu pinched her palm, and the pain made her sober up a lot.

"Thank you aunt for the point." Song Baozhu pulled out a smile that would not be criticized, and she couldn't have a chance to retreat at this moment.

After another tea time, Song Baozhu was finally dressed up completely. The delicate in the mirror is like the first cluster of peonies in early spring, and the dress with a provocative meaning makes Song Baozhu inevitably a little uncomfortable.

A roll of brocade quilt, wrapped in Song Baozhu, was carried to Chengen.

Song Baozhu, who was in the brocade quilt, listened to the sound of footsteps outside, but the sound of the wind, which made his already chaotic heartbeat a little worse.

I don't know where I went, and I was lightly placed on a bed. Warm incense burned beside the bed, and a glimmer of light appeared stingily in the gap.

But Song Baozhu stiffened and didn't dare to move at all.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's an hour, maybe it's an epoch-like length. The voice of "Respectful Your Majesty" finally sounded outside the door, which made Song Baozhu's heart tighten.

The man seemed unhurried, just slowly replied, "Hmm." ”

Then the door opened, followed by a creak of footsteps.

Song Baozhu couldn't help but stroke his undulating chest, and even looked forward to what kind of face he would see when the brocade quilt was lifted.

His Majesty of Liguo, will he be as rumored, but his face is still handsome.

But the rumored majesty didn't seem to be interested in what kind of beauty the brocade quilt was, and his footsteps stopped on one side, and Song Baozhu heard the sound of pouring water.

The anger he had just given himself was so vented, Song Baozhu couldn't help but be a little annoyed. At this moment, Your Majesty actually drank tea first?

But Song Baozhu was not allowed to continue to think nonsense, and the footsteps sounded again, but they did not come to the bed.

It was the sound of opening the door again, but the wind blew the voice of the Emperor of Liguo and couldn't blow into Song Baozhu's ears.

Song Baozhu was lifted up suddenly, and the momentary helplessness made her almost fall out of the quilt.

But the people who moved underneath him, the cold wind pouring in from the gap made Song Baozhu wake up instantly.

She was abandoned.

"It's so unlucky... The first time I encountered this situation, His Majesty let him go without even looking at it. ”

"Who's to say it isn't, really."

The whispers of the internal officials under him pierced Song Baozhu's heart like a blade. Her eyes widened in disbelief and tears of humiliation.

Until he was sent back to his temporary residence, he looked at the concerned eyes of the last moon slave. Song Baozhu didn't know what he had done wrong, so he was sent back.

"Girl..." Rao is a moon slave is a big-hearted person, and he also knows that Song Baozhu should not be sent back at this moment, and Song Baozhu's stunned expression also made her unable to ask a second sentence.

Just like that, the two were relatively speechless, silently waiting until dawn. It wasn't until the first rays of dawn shone on Song Baozhu, who collapsed beside the bed, that she realized that she was still wearing the transparent gauze dress.

With anger, Song Baozhu took off the clothes fiercely and threw them to the ground.

The moon slave rarely saw Song Baozhu's angry appearance, so he could only help Song Baozhu change into the prepared palace clothes.

waited so dryly until noon, and Aunt Changqing came to Song Baozhu again.

The difference is that Song Baozhu became the internal official of the noble concubine on the same day, and he held a scroll of bright holy decrees in his hand.

Song Baozhu knelt down and looked at the black and cyan floor tiles under him. Restlessly waiting, perhaps the fate of destruction.

"Your Majesty's holy decree, give Song Guifei the floating scale palace to live in the Moon Pavilion, and move on the same day." After the palace man with a meaty face, several people began to pack Song Baozhu's few luggage, leaving Song Baozhu and Yue Nu looking at each other.

"May I ask Lord Neiguan, where is the Floating Scale Palace?" The moon slave couldn't hold back and asked anxiously.

"It is a palace outside the palace, at the foot of Yanqi Mountain in the south of the city." Aunt Changqing still maintained a decent smile, but the coldness behind it made Song Baozhu's heart fall a little more.

"Outside the palace?!" Hearing this, the moon slave couldn't help but exclaim, "Our noble concubine was only rewarded yesterday, why do you want to live outside the palace, shouldn't you go to the harem and join the other concubines?" ”

The internal official looked disgusted, and looked Song Baozhu up and down with a pair of triangular slanted eyes.

"This matter is Your Majesty's decision, if your concubine feels wronged, it is better to ask Your Majesty yourself!"

The moon slave was so choked that she couldn't speak, as if she gradually understood something, but she was still trying to theorize but was pulled by Song Baozhu.

"Forget the moon slave, since it is His Majesty's arrangement, it naturally has his reasons." Song Baozhu's helpless words were not like saying to Yuenu, but more like self-comfort.

The internal official sneered, and narrowed the disdainful eyes just now. "Your concubine is an interesting person, so please come with us."

Song Baozhu and his entourage hurriedly got into the carriage, and before leaving the palace, Song Baozhu couldn't help but open the curtain and look at the towering city wall.

This is what Grandma said, is it rich for ten thousand years? I haven't even entered the inner palace, and now I'm sent away and don't know where to go.

I don't know how long the carriage swayed in the car, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the internal official patted the wall of the car and said.

Song Baozhu stepped out of the carriage and saw a small garden-like courtyard.

"This is the Lanyue Pavilion of the Floating Scale Palace, and His Majesty has given your concubines to live here. Life is according to the noble concubine, and you can walk freely in the Floating Scale Palace, but you can't go out. ”

The inner official's lifeless face was like a wooden carving, and his mechanical mouth was closed one by one.

Song Baozhu looked at the three words Lanyue Pavilion on the delicate plaque, and instantly understood what kind of palace this was, it was clearly a cage.

Walking into the Lanyue Pavilion, a group of palace maids and attendants were already waiting here. The internal official briefly introduced Song Baozhu as their future master, and turned around to leave.

Song Baozhu, who hesitated all the way, finally mustered up the courage and followed with steps.

"My lord..." Song Baozhu hesitated, and the internal official seemed to understand what she wanted to ask, but he was the first to speak.

"Your concubine doesn't have to ask His Majesty the old slave about his decision, the old slave can't figure out the holy will. But since you are placed in this Floating Scale Palace, the old slave still advises you to come and be safe. ”

After that, he turned around and left, leaving only Song Baozhu with a back.

Song Baozhu watched the carriage that was sent away, and knew that there was no way back.

But he was still confused, and for some reason he became a noble concubine and was sent here.

But there is nothing wrong with the saying that once you come, you will be safe, and life still needs to go on.