Wei Yingluo's first job when she came to Changchun Palace was cleaning.
A certain person seems to be afraid that she will pass over him and be liked by the queen, so the work assigned to her is always the hardest and most tiring, and it is the farthest away from the queen.
"Anyway, the Empress is just going to be fresh for a while. After ten days and a half months, I guess I will forget this person."
Overhearing what Ming Yu said, Wei Yingluo frowned and said nothing.
Mingyu asked her to sweep the floor, and she swept it, not only for her own sake, but also for others. Today is the same. In the jokes of others, she swept the floor alone near the gate of Changchun Palace.
The advantage of sprinkling in such places from time to time is that you can bump into someone and be noticed by someone without arousing anyone's suspicion.
"Lord Fucha, you are here." Mingyu greeted him with a smile, "The servant will report to the master now!"
Fucha Fu Heng walked in through the door. He was still wearing a military uniform today, but the teardrop under the corner of his eye added a sense of wealth and grace to him, like a young man who brought poetry and wine and smashed Luoyang flowers with horseshoes. , and it is like the Jianghu guest who dances swords against the moon by the West Lake.
As the emperor's favorite and the queen's younger brother, he has the privilege of entering and leaving Changchun Palace.
Looking down, she focused on the old jade pendant hanging from her waist.
"...Lord Fucha?" Mingyu's eyes wandered between him and Wei Yingluo, "What's the matter with you, the master is waiting for you inside."
Fucha Fu Heng came back to his senses and smiled at her: "I'll come."
He walked into the door first, Mingyu gave Wei Yingluo a vicious look, and then hurriedly followed.
Watching the two of them leave, Wei Yingluo held a broom and continued to sweep the fallen flowers on the ground unhurriedly.
She didn't wait long.
A pair of men's boots suddenly appeared in front of the fallen flowers that were piled into a small flower mound.
The corners of Wei Yingluo's lips twitched, and she slowly raised her head, the wind blew in an instant, a strand of fluffy temple hair, and a very pale white flower blew across her cheek, she smiled at the man standing in front of her: "Fucha guard , why are you here?"
Fucha Fu Heng stood in front of her, his eyes always falling on the jade pendant around her waist.
Wei Yingluo thanked the jade pendant, held it in her hand, and handed it slightly closer to him: "What's wrong with this jade pendant?"
Fucha Fu Heng reached out to pick it up in a conditioned reflex, but Wei Yingluo quickly withdrew her hand.
"I lost this jade pendant." Fucha Fu Heng replied helplessly.
"Oh?" Wei Yingluo looked at him suspiciously, "When and where did you lose it?"
"The time... I can't remember, but it was probably lost in... the imperial garden." Fucha Fu Heng replied ambiguous, "Give it back to me."
"I can't tell you the time and place. I can't give it to you casually." Wei Yingluo smiled and shook her head.
Fucha Fu Heng pursed his lips, looking extremely distressed.
If such handsome men like him show such an expression, nine out of ten women in the world will not be able to refuse any of his requests.
It's a pity that Wei Yingluo is the one with a hard heart.
Seeing that the woman in front of him was unmoved, Fucha Fu Heng could only sigh and said, "My name is on the jade pendant, and besides that, there is a small crack in the lower right corner, which I accidentally fell on the ground. Bad, you can see clearly."
Wei Yingluo looked down at the jade pendant in her hand.
In fact, she didn't need to test it, she knew that what the other party said was right.
Countless nights, countless days, and countless nightmares, she looked down at the name on the jade pendant, rubbing her fingers against the crack on the top.
I wish this jade pendant could speak and answer her a question.
"Are you something left by the real murderer!"
Wei Yingluo raised her head again, her heart was full of hatred and suspicion, but her face didn't show the slightest bit. Instead, she smiled more sweetly and movingly, like a flower that exudes the fragrance of honey: "Reach out your hand."
Fucha Fu Heng was stunned and stretched out his right hand.
Wei Yingluo put the jade pendant in his palm, intentionally or not, the soft fingertips landed on his palm like a dragonfly, and scratched like a cat's paw.
Fucha Fu Heng's right hand trembled, and the jade pendant almost fell from his hand. In a hurry, he quickly gathered his fingers, but accidentally gathered Wei Yingluo's small hand into the five fingers.
The man's big hand wraps the woman's small hand. The calluses left by holding the sword all the year round touch the calluses she has embroidered all the year round.
"I'm sorry!" Fucha Fu Heng quickly let go of her hand and quickly stepped back a few steps, the base of his ears flushed light red.
Wei Yingluo was also taken aback at first, took a few steps back, shook her head and said, "It's okay, young master."
This title made Fucha Fu Heng raise his eyebrows: "Master?"
"The Empress is my master, you are her brother, and of course my young master!" Wei Yingluo's words were clear, especially the word "young master".
For a beautiful woman like her, any words that come out of her mouth are three-pointed, not to mention the words of such a gentle and charming young master.
Fucha Fu Heng touched her smile, and quickly avoided his eyes, leaving only one red ear facing her, and said solemnly: "Don't laugh at a man like this, it's very rude."
Wei Yingluo was stunned when she heard the words.
She originally thought he was eating this set.
Unexpectedly, this person's temperament is the opposite of his appearance. He seems to be a veteran of flowers and a swinger, but when he actually gets along, he finds that he seems to be very jerky in this regard.
With a sneer from the bottom of her heart, Wei Yingluo said to herself in her heart, "Who knows if it's fake or not, just like me in front of him."
"There is something else in the guards' office, I'll go first, thank you for helping me find the jade pendant." Fucha Fu Heng turned around and left, rather than saying that he had something to leave, it would be better to say that he fled.
Wei Yingluo looked at his back, her expression fluctuating, until a cold female voice came from behind: "Yingluo, you are so bold!"
When I turned around, I saw Mingyu standing not far away with a sullen face: "In broad daylight, how dare you seduce the Fucha guards!"
Wei Yingluo didn't know how long she stood there, how long she watched, she smiled tentatively: "Not only in broad daylight, but also in full view, with you staring at me, I dare not say a word to Fucha's guards, where else? Have the guts to seduce him?"
"How dare you talk back!" Mingyu raised his hand, "I heard you call him young master with my own ears, what is your identity, what is his identity, how dare you tease him with such unbearable words?"
It turned out that she only saw so much, heard so much...
Wei Yingluo's heart immediately settled down, since she didn't have the handle in the opponent's hand, she naturally refused to give her a slap in vain, and immediately grabbed the opponent's hand and said with a smile, "Sister Mingyu, if I really do something wrong, you You can sue the Empress, but for no reason, forgive me for not being able to be taught!"
Mingyu obviously didn't want to make things bigger.
In other words, she was even more reluctant to let Wei Yingluo get close to the Queen's body.
"Okay, very good, a little palace maid, who contradicts everywhere, really treats Changchun Palace as your home and considers herself as a master?" Mingyu shook off her hand and sneered, "It seems that it is still in the hands of the job. It's not enough, so you have time to think about it and forget your identity - go! Clean the entire hall! I'll check it later, if it's not clean, I'll peel you off!"
If it was said that it was a little secretive before, from today onwards, Mingyu began to blatantly target Wei Yingluo.
She did the hardest work, and gave her the most tiring work. After it was done, she was still picky. Whenever she touched a drop of ash in the crack of the window, Wei Yingluo was asked to wipe the entire Changchun Palace again.
Even Er Qing, another maid of honor, couldn't stand it anymore, so she took a moment to say to Ming Yu, "Don't go too far, if she can't bear it and makes trouble with the empress, your face will not look good. nice."
"You think I'll give her this chance?" Mingyu smiled.
If she was just letting Wei Yingluo hang out before, and she was not allowed to meet and talk with the queen, it is different now. Now Mingyu finds an opportunity to arrange Wei Yingluo in front of the queen.
"Master, the wash water is ready."
There is a bright mirror in the house, the mirror surface is as flat as a lake, the queen in the mirror frowns: "Mingyu, why are you here to deliver water, Yingluo?"
Mingyu put the copper basin with hot water on the table, the hot water swayed slightly, she sighed: "Who knows where to go to be lazy, if I didn't ask in advance, the master doesn't even have water to wash! "
The queen's brows furrowed even tighter: "Is she really so lazy?"
"No, things can't be done, just a mouth is very powerful." Mingyu put the handkerchief into the basin and wet it, and the lips kept turning over, "Last time I only said a few words to her, and dared to give me a look. What! Master, how can such a person stay in Changchun Palace!"
Terrible.
Once or twice, the queen can still be regarded as a deaf ear, but more often, I can't help but have a prejudice in my heart.
"Er Qing, what do you think?" The empress did not believe what the other party said, so she looked at the mirror and asked, "Is Yingluo so unbearable?"
The fingers combing her hair paused.
Where the mirror couldn't see, Mingyu frequently winked at Erqing.
Er Qing glanced at her. She didn't want to offend her, but she didn't want to get in trouble, so she thought about her words and said, "Perhaps I'm not quite used to the life in Changchun Palace, and I have a little run-in with the old man."
"If that's the case, let her go back to the embroidery workshop early tomorrow morning." The queen hated iron for not being steel, "Wait, is there a thunderstorm outside?"
A thunder pierced across the sky, illuminating the sky and the earth as white as snow.
The queen jumped up from the chair, she didn't even care about combing her hair, she rushed out the door: "My flower, my jasmine!"
"Master, please slow down!" Er Qing and Mingyu hurriedly chased after them.
This rain came suddenly, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The queen and others walked all the way, with countless leaves falling along the way, and a long green river was spread on the ground.
"Quick, bring the oilcloth! Put the flower cover on!" The queen was so anxious that she was stunned when she rushed into the flowerbed.
Under the pouring rain, Yingluo was wearing a mink robe, pulling the tarpaulin hard, which had already covered most of the jasmine flowers.
"...Empress Empress." Hearing the voice, she turned her face, her beautiful cheeks washed by the rain, like jasmine in full bloom in a flowerbed, she smiled, "Why are you here?"