The moonlight was a little drunk, Zhao Zimu covered her face with her hands, and the spots that fell from the treetops were all printed on her lying body like a painting, but the expression on the face of the person in the painting was A little sluggish, because Zhao Zimu found out that she was reborn somehow.
She was already dead...
In the last life, Zhao Zimu was the seventh young lady from the concubine of the Zhao family. Her mother died early, and her father was a high-ranking member of the court. Nine thousand years old, when he was twenty-seven years old, he was implicated by nine thousand years old and died in the sword of slaughtering traitors.
But now, like a dream, she has returned to this place where she had lived for ten years, his mansion...
Ghosts and gods are not credible, not as good as Zhuang Zhou and Die Meng, but no matter which one she is, she feels very confused and doesn't want to think about it, but will she still live like the previous life in her new life? There's nothing wrong with it, but... As soon as she thinks of that person, a complicated feeling arises in her heart.
The maid next to her, Linger, wrapped a large white velvet cape around her to prevent her from freezing. She couldn't help but feel a little depressed. The young lady likes to lie down in the yard, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, she will be placed under that apricot tree. A reclining chair. Sometimes a book and a cup of tea can stay for a whole day. It’s too cold and unwilling. Although other people’s young ladies are also raised in deep boudoirs, they at least have some fun of their own, but her family’s young lady It was different. Sometimes she felt that if the young lady was like the female bodhisattva in the temple, she was about to make offerings to the incense stick.
The weather is getting colder and the young lady doesn't know how to add some clothes even if she wants to lie down. She only went to the kitchen for a while and came back to see the young lady lying under the almond tree again. Ling'er felt that she was about to get married under the tree. There was a helpless look on the face of Ling'er's little lord. She felt that her young lady must be frozen. Just now, she actually pulled her to ask what year and month it was, but she couldn't be serious, she was so frightened that she even reported the year number. Out.
If this young lady is really frozen, she doesn't want to live anymore. The young lady is the closest person to her in this world. She can't live without the young lady, Ling'er thought seriously.
Zhao Zimu shook his head, smiled and took Linger's hand and patted her tender little chubby hand, indicating that she was fine, this little girl of hers was so lovable in both her past life and this life. That's why she found a good family for her and married her off early, lest keeping her by her side would delay her and let her escape the disaster. Seeing each other now is not even a little bit of life, just like yesterday's scene.
The fireworks in the middle of the night illuminated the Nine Thousand Years Mansion a few streets away. It was the birthday of Emperor Liang Hui’s third son, Situ Wenrui. Situ Wenrui was the child of Emperor Liang’s favorite concubine, Concubine De, who was deeply favored by the emperor. All the civil and military officials are flattering and flattering each other, hoping to win the favor of the third prince. At that time, he only needs to say a few good words for himself in front of the sage, and he may move forward a little bit and hold the power. Who doesn't want to? Just thinking about it can make them so excited they can't sleep.
With her eyes closed, Zhao Zimu could imagine what kind of greedy faces they were. She remembered that she was attacked by an assassin at Situ Wenrui's house today.
I also clearly remember that after today there were rumors that Nine Thousand Years was injured.
When she heard the news in her last life, she didn't care whether it was true or not, because in the last life, Lin Qing, the nine thousand year old who was called the chief of the inner circle, usually did not live in the mansion that Emperor Liang gave him. Just come back once or twice, and these times are often used to deal with those ministers who flatter him.
Although Lin Qing hadn't come back, the Nine Thousand Years Mansion should have all the same things, a spacious and luxurious house, a dazzling array of homes, shrewd and capable servants, and many beautiful family members.
It's funny to say that he is obviously a eunuch, but those who want to flatter him always stuff all kinds of beauties into his mansion.
In the final analysis, this is also because those court servants generally have a strange problem, it is not a problem, it can be said to be a need.
Although the eunuchs have lost the joy of human relations, they still want to have a heart-warming person by their side who can live together like a normal couple, but this is obviously impossible. Or some big eunuchs come to meet their morbid needs, and the power of this eunuch is bound to be great.
Since ancient times, there have been some established and tacit rules in the palace. Some old maids who have no relationship with the emperor's favor often meet with some eunuchs to meet their own physical and psychological needs. Food.
Lin Qing is different from those people, but he is the same. The difference is that he does not need to find a palace maid, and someone will automatically send those beautiful women to him for him to play with. The same is that he did not refuse, the nine thousand-year-old mansion has never lacked beauties, as long as he wanted to.
And Zhao Zimu was a beauty in his house. Her father sent her out directly to curry favor with Lin Qing. Just like those dancers who were given as gifts, let her wear revealing clothes, put on gorgeous and fancy makeup, dress up charmingly and send it to Lin Qing in person.
Although she didn't think she was good-looking, maybe others didn't think so. Because she is a concubine, very few people even noticed her. I am afraid that is why Zhao Wenbo gave it so without any burden, and he did so more to show his intentions. There is nothing better than sending a daughter. Be sincere.
It's funny, Lin Qing didn't pick her up, and accepted her without even looking at it. Later, after spending a long time in the mansion, she realized that only a few women from the 9,000-year-old mansion could stay. Just how to go out, everyone who knows it sighs that Jiuqiansui's business is really good. It not only wins people's hearts, but also can achieve higher benefits for himself.
Before her rebirth, Zhao Zimu didn't care about all of this, but after experiencing the events of her previous life, she couldn't stop paying attention to that person, no matter how ruthless, sinister and vicious he was in the mouths of others, even if she was a chaotic courtier and thief, she couldn't let him go. She will protect him in this life.
Whether it's true or not, she's going to see what happened tonight. Zhao Zimu looked at the moonlight on the horizon, the time was almost up, let Linger pack up and then went back to the house together. After Linger packed up and left, a graceful black shadow silently disappeared from Zhao Zimu. He sprang out of his room and disappeared into the darkness in a flash.