The scale of Lanyue Pavilion is not large, but it is quiet and elegant. There is also a huge peach tree in the garden, but it is not yet in the flowering season, and it is only lush and green.

Song Baozhu stood on the steps, looking at the palace servants standing with their heads bowed below, a total of four women and four men, and there was no joy on their faces to see the new master.

is also, a concubine who was thrown into the palace is, to put it bluntly, just another cold palace.

Song Baozhu patiently listened to everyone's self-introduction, and then returned to the inner hall. The layout of the hall was simple, and Song Baozhu's eyes were turning around, but he unexpectedly found a carpet with a unique pattern in the country.

"This!" Song Baozhu looked at the complicated patterns under his feet in amazement, and he was a little more comforted in this deep palace.

The palace maid who had just called herself Begonia walked in with tea, looked at the surprised Song Baozhu and said, "This is the residence of Emperor Shujia in the Floating Scale Palace before, so there will be such a carpet." ”

Haitang brought tea to Song Baozhu, Song Baozhu looked at her thin white fingers, docile eyebrows and eyes, and somehow gave birth to a lot of good feelings.

"I see." Song Baozhu's joy was extinguished instantly, but there was a trace of melancholy.

At night, Song Baozhu sat by the window, and the moon slave intimately brought a small blanket, which could not warm Song Baozhu's heart.

The night breeze caressed the window, and it also blew away some of the hope that Song Baozhu had left in his heart. Her eyes were blank and empty, but she didn't know what they looked like.

"Moon Slave..." Song Baozhu muttered, and the moon slave held her hand worriedly, saying that the slave was there.

"I'm going to get you involved, you might have to be trapped here with me." Song Baozhu's eyes are like a deep lake, full of tears at the moment.

All the things that have happened recently, this situation, the moon slave can't help but sob. But Song Baozhu is never a person who will bow to adversity, and the pride of a noble girl is always her glory.

Song Baozhu instead held Yue Nu's hand tightly, "Yue Nu, I promise you, it won't be long." We must live well, for the sake of our families and our mother country. ”

The eyes that were still sad just now were instantly full of determination, and the moon slave also nodded fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, Song Baozhu has been in the Floating Scale Palace for half a year.

In the past six months, she has explored most of the Floating Scale Palace. Although there is no luxury at all, fortunately, the basic guarantees are available.

In these days, it has gradually become popular. Originally, he reluctantly came to be a palace servant for Song Baozhu, but he finally couldn't hold it back.

One day, Song Baozhu got up from a nap, led by a palace maid named Yinhua, and two women and three men broke in.

Song Baozhu, who was about to wake up, looked at the menacing few people in front of the bed in a bit of a daze, and didn't know what was going on.

But before Song Baozhu could speak, the silver bottle began to cry and fell to the ground with tears in his eyes and cried: "Your concubine, please wait for me to live!" ”

The rest of the people, as if instructed to do so, fell to their knees and cried out.

Rao is Song Baozhu is sleepy, and he was also stunned by such a scene. It was the moon slave who reacted first, and said angrily what they were doing.

The silver bottle pretended to be aggrieved and raised his head, tears still hanging on the tip of his nose.

"The slaves and maids were originally sent to the palace as slaves and maidservants because their families were too poor to live."

After that, he wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and then continued to pour bitter water.

"Originally, we were very happy to be pointed out to the palace of your concubines, but... But..."

The silver bottle suddenly froze, and looking at her dodging eyes, Song Baozhu understood that she didn't dare to tell Song Baozhu's fate of being abandoned so clearly.

Just because Song Baozhu is still a noble concubine, even if she is no longer favored.

Song Baozhu looked at these people in front of him indifferently, since he came to this Lanyue Pavilion, there are not many things every day, but even the most basic sprinkling and sweeping clothes, serving tea and pouring water, they still do a mess.

Originally, Song Baozhu thought that they would come to serve him, and he was originally wronged. Therefore, even the silver bottle shattered the teacup he had brought from the country of Mi Wan, and he only said a few words without pain.

Okay... It turned out that he was waiting for himself here.

When those palace people saw Song Baozhu's grim face, they were silent, and some of them looked at each other with weak hearts, not knowing what to say.

In order to hide the embarrassment, the silver bottle took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears that had long dried up in the corners of his eyes.

Song Baozhu let out a long sigh and condensed the depression in his heart into a good sentence. Let Yuenu and the others be a little surprised.

"Your concubine, these people look down on people, we can't just let them go so easily!"

Song Baozhu looked at the indignant appearance of the moon slave, and thought to herself that she was worthy of being the most caring girl who grew up with me, and she was sad and angry for me.

Song Baozhu smiled with relief and pulled the hand of the moon slave.

"If you can't keep it, let her go. If I keep people who are not in harmony, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future. With that, let the moon slave scatter some silver.

Although the moon slave was so angry that he threw all the silver to the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he saw the silver shining in his eyes.

When this farce ended with their false gratitude for holding the silver and nodding their heads out of the door, Song Baozhu found that there were still three people standing by the door.

Probably attracted by the movement here, the afternoon sun sprinkled in the room, which made Song Baozhu a little dazzled, so he could only wave his hand to summon the three of them over.

"They're all gone, and if you don't want to serve me anymore, you can go to the moon slave and get the money and leave."

It's a lie to say that he is not angry, Song Baozhu said with the idea of breaking the jar, so that he could make himself clean.

"Your concubine!" Haitang hurriedly knelt down and solemnly kowtowed to Song Baozhu. "The slave is willing to serve the mother for the rest of her life, the mother... He is a rare good person. ”

Song Baozhu looked at the determined begonia, but was a little surprised. Just as he was about to say something, an emaciated figure fell to his knees.

"The slave is also willing to serve the mother all his life, and there is no second heart."

Song Baozhu looked at the palace maid who was still standing, it was the youngest palace maid in this Lanyue Pavilion, named Ah Zi.

Ah Zi pursed her lips, and also learned the appearance of a begonia and saluted solemnly, "Slave too." ”

Song Baozhu's heart passed through a warm current, and the sadness that had just been stirred up by the silver bottle and his party finally calmed down.

"Begonia, you have always been a safe person, but this palace doesn't know that in your eyes, I am a rare good person, where does this start?"

Song Baozhu leaned over and helped up the kneeling begonia, and the moon slave also instructed to help the other two.

"Begonia once served another nobleman, but that nobleman treated his subordinates harshly and never treated us as human beings. It was either a whip or a board, and during that time the slave did not have a single good skin on his body. ”

After that, Begonia lifted his sleeves, and some old scars could be vaguely seen on it.

Song Baozhu pulled her sleeves distressedly, looking at this woman, it turned out that she had suffered a lot in the past.

"But you have never treated us harshly, and even saw that our food was too simple that day, and you gave us your own food." Begonia choked up.

This reminded Song Baozhu that the previous soft-heartedness brought good fortune to himself at this time.

"That's it," Ah Zi echoed Begonia's words and moved closer to Song Baozhu. "The slave is young, the clothes are changed quickly, and the internal affairs government dislikes the slave, and it is the noble concubine Niangniang who pawned her own precious jewelry and exchanged it for cloth for the slaves and maids."

This made Song Baozhu embarrassed, originally these were very subtle things she thought were very subtle, but she didn't want to let them remember them until now.

Song Baozhu's gaze followed Ah Zi to the side and looked at the little internal official who was standing with his head hanging on the side and standing in the company of the moon slave.

"And what about you, why don't you ask for a good future for yourself?" Song Baozhu asked.

The little internal official raised his head, and Song Baozhu looked at the delicate face, remembering the scene when he saw this chamberlain named Ah Yan on the first day of Lanyue Pavilion.

At that time, everyone introduced their names one by one according to the rules, and Song Baozhu was still immersed in the complaints of being ruthlessly discarded by the emperor, so he was naturally careless.

Finally, when he arrived at a thin and tall waiter, a man's voice made Song Baozhu come back to his senses.

Song Baozhu raised his head, but saw a man with a face like jade. If it weren't for the clothes of the servant on his body, he would have thought that the son of the family had strayed into the depths of spring.

Ah Yan's voice was as gentle as water without a trace, and it was carefully integrated into Song Baozhu's heart, which immediately made Baozhu interested and looked at him carefully.

After Ayan's brief introduction, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the bright people in the high hall. But Song Baozhu's gaze was so hot that he was a little uncomfortable, and even his shoulders stiffened a little.

"Ayan?" Song Baozhu couldn't help but call softly, "Which banquet is it?" ”

Ah Yan raised her head, looked at the beautiful and indescribable face, and couldn't help but sigh for her fate of being abandoned by the emperor.

"Back to the noble concubine, it is a banquet of banquets." Ayan replied truthfully.

Song Baozhu's lips pursed slightly, looking at Ah Yan's lowered eyelashes. "It's really a hilarious name, I'll trouble you in the future, Ayan."

This is the gentlest sentence that Ayan has ever said to him since he entered the palace. Let him raise his head in a daze and look at Song Baozhu, whose eyes were pure white.

Song Baozhu came back to his senses from the memories of the first meeting, looking at the still thin person in front of him, he had no sense of existence in this Lanyue Pavilion, and always did things silently.

But he will also take Song Baozhu's words to heart, and go to the garden every day to carefully pick flowers and vases, so that there is a full spring in this Lanyue Pavilion.

"The slave's younger brother was seriously ill, and his uncle had no money for medical treatment because of his hardship. Seeing that he was powerless to return to the sky, the slave sadly hid behind the rockery and cried, and was found by the noble concubine. ”

Song Baozhu listened to Ah Yan's words, and remembered that when he was walking that day, he was frightened by crying, and found that Ah Yan was crying bitterly.

"The only younger brother of the slave, it was the noble concubine Niangniang who did not hesitate to pull out the most decent jewelry and give it to me to buy medicine, and let me go to the palace to take care of it."

Ah Yan said, his eyes slightly red.

"My brother has finally gotten better, and the noble concubine is like a bodhisattva in the sky as far as a slave is concerned."

Song Baozhu couldn't help but sneer, in the past, grandma taught Baozhu to be a man with good intentions, and the good results of the past can be regarded as a blessing.

Song Baozhu straightened his waist and patted Begonia's shoulder to cheer everyone up.

"Then from now on, we will depend on each other!"

The dull atmosphere was broken, and everyone laughed with relief. Since then, Lanyue Pavilion has become a warm little world in this huge palace.

At night, when Song Baozhu was half-asleep and half-awake, a tingling love song drilled into his ears. Thin and weak, you can't really hear it.

Song Baozhu put on his coat and walked outside.