Exhausted, on the night of the wedding day, Bai Chu slept very deeply.

Bright daylight shone in through the wide open window, through the veils and into the corner of the bed curtain. The light passed through the gap in that corner and cast on Bai Chu's eyelids, and she immediately opened her eyes.

At the same time as she opened her eyes, an uncontrollable woman exclaimed from outside the curtain, and the corner of the bed curtain that had been lifted quickly closed and shook slightly.

Even some residual drowsiness was disturbed by this sudden exclamation.

Bai Chu glanced at his side, Van Gogh was not there.

The hand probed on the side, it was cold, and the person had been gone for a long time.

The smell of lingering on the mattress was still there, Bai Chu frowned, and opened the bed curtain.

Outside the beaded curtain not far from the bed, eight maids stood with their heads down, all of them with their eyebrows and low eyes, and the rules were in order.

Bai Chu glanced at the bead curtain that was swaying slightly in front of them, and got up, "Change clothes." ”

Hearing the movement on the bed, everyone bent their knees and saluted Bai Chu.

After saluting, the two maids opened the beaded curtain of the middle partition one on the left and one on the right, and the remaining six maids bowed their heads and entered the room.

Two maids posed in the mirror, three maids dressed in service, and one stood on one side, standing with his head down, and asked softly: "Niangniang, do you want to bathe first as in the past?"

"Since you know the rules of the deity, why do you do it yourself first?"

The maid who squatted down and was putting on the sleeves of Bai Chu's arm, stiffened. She suddenly found that the two dressed people beside her were only holding their clothes, but they didn't move.

She raised her eyes slightly, and happened to meet the gaze cast by Bai Chu's squinting eyes, and her heart was shocked.

"Who are you?" Bai Chutong, the maidservant next to Van Gogh, knew that the one in front of him was obviously a fresh face.

The maid hurriedly lowered her head, "Slave maid...... The sister who had served here was unwell and was afraid that she would not serve her mother well, so the slave came to take over. The words went from nervous to extremely smooth.

Bai Chu's hand came out of the sleeve of the robe, "Serve the deity?"

The maid was already squatting slightly, but when she saw this, she straightened up, "Yes." ”

"Is it your own will to come and serve the deity?"

The maid looked at her: "Yes." ”

"Why are you?"

The maid was stunned, looked up in a daze, and looked puzzled.

"Waiting for the deity is not something that anyone can do. Bai Chu pulled the curtain of the bed next to him and looked at it, and turned his head over, "Who do you think you are?

The maid's face changed, and she hurriedly explained: "Niangniang, it was the previous sister who asked the slave to come over, and the slave and maid ......."

"You just said it was your own will. ”

"Indeed, the slave's will, yes. Although he was flustered, he finally got the words back, "But it was ordered by my sister before, and the slave and maid dared to come." ”

Bai Chu didn't look at her, "Qing Yao called you?"

The maid had calmed down a lot, and went on to say, "Yes, it was Sister Qingyao who ordered the slave to come over." ”

"Who is Qingyao?"

The maid was stunned and raised her head in surprise.

The other maids in the hall all bowed their eyebrows, and none of them looked at her. Bai Chu leisurely played with the curtain hook next to the bed, and didn't pay attention to her.

The whole hall suddenly seemed to be silent, no one spoke, no one was ready to speak, no one paid attention to her, but it was as if everyone was waiting for her next step......

The maid felt a chill down her spine, her palms tightened, hesitated for a while, and then spoke, "Qingyao...... It's the one who was unwell before, that sister?"

"Huh-"

A chuckle, short and cold, "Xiao Jia, you come and explain to her, who Qingyao is." ”

The person standing by the mirror stepped forward: "It's Your Majesty's mother." ”

The lying maid was shocked and turned white. With a heavy sound, he knelt on his knees, "Niang Niang forgive your sins!"

Van Gogh's close attendants, the number of eight, in the past only listened to Van Gogh's call. These eight maids cooperate tacitly on weekdays, and they don't even talk to each other, so even the people who often follow Van Gogh on weekdays don't know that the names of these eight maids are A, B, C, D, E, G, and Xin, which are so easy to remember.

Bai Chu glanced at the person on the ground, "You stained the deity's clothes." ”

The maid's shoulders trembled, she lowered her head, and found that she was still holding the clothes she was going to put on for Bai Chu in her hand, and with a shake of her hand, she immediately let go of it.

If it is not loose, it is only half of the clothes that are dragged to the ground, and when it is loosened, the whole clothes fall to the ground.

The maid was shocked, in this situation, it was not appropriate for her to pick up the clothes, and it was even more inappropriate not to pick them up. I was at a loss for what to do, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Bai Chu didn't have the interest to interrogate people as soon as he woke up, and stopped looking at her, "Xiao Bing, is the hot soup for bathing ready?"

Xiao Bing on the side hung his head, "I've been preparing it for my mother." ”

"Then let's take a bath first. After speaking, he walked around the screen and entered the side room.

The water mist is hazy, and at a glance you can tell that the water has been hot for a long time.

Bai Chu took off his clothes and got out of the bath, glanced at the traces on his body that had been planted by Van Gogh last night, and leaned softly against the pool wall, "Xiao Ding, how many people have served him in Van Gogh's inner palace?"

Xiao Ding held a soft towel in his hand, soaked it in fragrant bean powder, dipped it in water, and slowly washed Bai Chu's body, "What is the service that Niangniang refers to?"

"Men and women, men and women, who have touched him or have been touched by him, except for the eight of you. ”

Xiao Ding was silent for a moment, "Niangniang, count too much." ”

The reason why Van Gogh asked these eight people to serve in close proximity naturally has his reasons. One of the reasons is that he is the only one who tells him, and the second reason is that these girls are so honest that they do not usually speak, and when they do, they only tell the truth. And she was served by these eight people for one reason, after she married Van Gogh, how sincere these eight people were to Van Gogh was the same for her.

"Where did the one kneeling in front of the bed come from?" dared to sneak up to her and pretend to be her, and he was not afraid of death to lift her bed curtain to peek at her.

Xiao Ding carefully wiped her back, "West side garden." ”

"West Garden?" "The place where Jiuyou can live in people, she has walked through it for more than 100,000 years, and Bai Chu of the West Side Garden naturally knows it.

A large garden group, where all kinds of women live, most of them are Mei Ji who came out to serve at the banquet table. But if you have some net worth, there will definitely be such a beautiful woman in your yard. Or as a companion to wine, or as a demon to find his own pleasure, or as a reward for meritorious officials.

Bai Chu closed his eyes leisurely, "What about Xiao Geng?"

Xiao Ding gently pressed her shoulder, "I was drugged and fainted behind the hall." ”

The honest girls, each doing their own work, the people on the side are missing one, and they remember clearly what they lacked. I was interested in seeing people being drugged with my own eyes, but I didn't want to help at all, even if I knew that people fainted behind the palace, I wouldn't do anything to help people up.

"There is a person in the hall, and you don't stop it, let alone say a word to the deity?"

The honest girl changed a champa and wiped Bai Chu's arm wet, "Slaves and maids are close servants, not guards." ”

"Oh, that's it. And what's the matter with the knife in your veil?"

The handkerchief that was about to touch Bai Chu's neck paused slightly.