… What happened
It happened too suddenly, Wu Yaqingdai raised her face, her previous joy was still frozen on her face, and two little eunuchs approached her, with their four arms heavily pressing her to the ground, and then the big eunuch took off her right foot. Embroidered shoes, showing the soles, and holding them to the front of the royal family.
Hongli only glanced at it, and then sneered: "It turned out that the sole of the shoe was carved into the shape of a lotus flower."
Concubine Hui beckoned, and the eunuch hurriedly raised the sole of the shoe in front of her. She glanced at it and said with a smile: "The sole is filled with fine powder, no wonder it left a mark, it is quite thoughtful!"
She was still laughing, but there was no smile on Hongli's face. He said sternly: "Come on, fork out!"
Only then did Wu Yaqingdai come back to her senses, kneeling on the ground with her knees soft, and crawling to the front of the imperial court, tears on her face: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the ministers and daughters are just imitating the step-by-step lotus, wanting to win Top lottery, the emperor forgives, the emperor forgives! The noble concubine, save the minister's daughter! The queen! The queen saves the minister's daughter!"
Both Hongli and Concubine Huigui were expressionless, only Empress Fucha sighed and turned her head to Hongli and said, "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with the beautiful girl who wants to stand out. If you don't like it, give flowers to you. Now, if she is expelled from the palace like this, what face will she have in the future?"
"Yeah, Your Majesty!" Wu Yaqingdai broke free from the hands of the two eunuchs, and threw herself in front of Hongli in embarrassment, "The courtiers and daughters are waiting for election, if they are expelled, they will bring shame to the family, how will they behave in the future! Please, please forgive the servant girl!"
After saying that, she knelt down on the ground, her forehead banged loudly, her posture almost coincided with the previous auspiciousness, but at that time she refused to let go of auspiciousness, and now Hongli refuses to let her go.
"I have already made it clear that it is forbidden for Han army flags to show women's feet binding, but in this selection, there are definitely not one or two people with foot binding!" Hongli's voice was indifferent, "Not only is the Han army flag like this, but even Wu Ya has learned this extravagant and decadent style. Pan Yunu is a demon concubine, and Xiao Baojuan is a faint-hearted prince. Are you imitating her now to bring trouble to the court? If such a woman enters the palace, it will definitely cause trouble. I will not only expel her from the palace, but also expel her from the palace. My father was punished for breaking the law and set an example!"
"No, no!" Wu Yaqingdai still wanted to argue something, but two majestic arms had already stretched out from behind her, and they clamped her arms like iron tongs and dragged her out the door.
"Don't, Your Majesty! Don't! The servant girl knew it was wrong! The servant girl really knew it was wrong!" Wu Yaqingdai struggled desperately like a horse about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, crying piercingly, "That's right. , it was that cheap servant, it was the servant who harmed the minister's daughter! It wasn't me, it wasn't me who had the idea of smearing the powder on the soles of the shoes... woo!"
Afraid that she would make a fuss and disturb the holy car, a eunuch beside her stretched out her fan-like hand and covered her mouth. Five fingers blocked her voice and blocked her last chance. .
"Woo, woohoo..."
The whimper gradually faded away, and there were two lotus prints left on the ground, proving that the woman named Wuya Qingdai had come.
"Come on, clean the floor." Hongli said coldly, "It makes people uncomfortable to watch."
"Yes!" Several palace maids hurried over with brooms.
So the last trace of Wu Yaqingdai disappeared from the palace.
"Oh, that... does it look like Sister Wuya?"
In the waiting area of the Royal Garden, a group of beautiful girls were waiting for the roll call. The front feet had just entered the door, and the back feet were given flowers. After Wu Yaqingdai entered, she did not come out. Everyone was envious and secretly Discussion, I am afraid that Wu Yaqingdai has already been favored by the emperor.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a woman with disheveled hair was dragged out by two eunuchs.
"How can such a crazy woman be Sister Wuya..." Someone retorted.
"But she was clearly wearing Sister Wuya's clothes..." Someone hit the nail on the head.
The woman with the disheveled hair was wearing Wuyaqingdai's clothes. Not only that, but her earlobes and wrists were also wearing Wuyaqingdai's jewelry. If there was anything different from the previous one, it might be her feet. Her tiny feet were dragging on the ground, and her beautiful lotus shoes were nowhere to be seen.
"It hurts, it hurts..." The disheveled woman cried, her voice was clearly Wu Yaqingdai's, "My feet, my feet..."
Without the shoes, the flesh suffers, the snow-white feet without the shoes dragged on the ground, not leaving the swaying lotus print, but two lines of blood were ground by the stone, winding with her. OK, like two blood-red, twisted snakes.
"Bitch, you killed me!" Wu Yaqingdai suddenly let out a shrill cry, "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
The show girls were so frightened by this scene that they were silent for a long time.
Especially the timid Lu Wanwan, who was already leaning on Nalan Chunxue, her hands tightly clasping each other's sleeves, her voice trembling: "It's terrible, what did she do wrong, the emperor wants to punish her like this she?"
Nalan Chunxue stared at the bloodstains on the ground, thought for a moment, then suddenly whispered: "Could it be because the emperor doesn't like her shoes?"
"How come?" Lu Wanwan covered her lips with her hands and asked in surprise, "Beautiful lotus at every step, how can the emperor not like it?"
"The emperor's hobby, how do people like you and me who have just entered the palace know." Nalan Chunxue said solemnly, "But what about that little palace maid, does she know?"
"You mean that beautiful little palace maid from before?" Lu Wanwan seemed to have a good impression of the other party, and involuntarily said a word for the other party, "She is also a little palace maid who has just entered the palace, and what we don't know, how can she do it? Do you know?"
"That's right." Nalan Chunxue also felt that it was impossible. It was even more impossible for a new palace maid to know what these beautiful girls didn't know. It was even more likely that Wu Yaqingdai was unlucky and wore a pair of lettuce. The emperor's hated shoes.
But what if the little palace maid knew
"If she knew..." Nalan Chunxue thought to herself, "It's not so much that Wu Yaqingdai put her shoes in her palm, it's more that she put her life in her palm, and she is at the mercy of her. !"
This possibility made Nalan Chunxue feel chills in her heart, and she couldn't help but murmur, "Speaking of which, what's the name of that little palace maid...?"
"Wreaths."
"What's wrong?" Wei Yingluo stopped the needle and thread in her hand and turned to look at Jixiang.
Jixiang was about to stop talking, when the door of the embroidery workshop opened with a creak, and a green-clothed eunuch walked in across the threshold, Jixiang hurriedly bowed his head and continued the needlework in his hand.
"Director Wu." Mammy Zhang, who was in charge of instructing the new palace maids in needlework, greeted them.
Wu Shulai waved his hand, omitting her courtesy: "I'll come and see the new palace maids this year."
Mammy Zhang obediently retreated behind him, and the two of them walked behind each palace maid one after the other.
"Cough!" Wu Shulai suddenly coughed lightly.
Although the voice was soft, many palace maids twisted the needles in their hands. Although they continued to work immediately afterward, their movements were a beat faster than before. They just wanted to give Wu Shulai a good impression of flying needles.
It seems that there is only one Wei Yingluo who is not in a hurry.
"There is still someone who is mature and prudent." Wu Shulai stood behind Wei Yingluo with his hands behind his back, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his feet and walked behind Jixiang.
"... There are others that need to be trained by a good student."
Jixiang's little face was flushed with dryness, and the weather was not too hot, but her temples were sweating. She gritted her teeth and accelerated the speed of her hands. As a result, a needle was stuck on her finger, and she screamed in pain, and hurriedly put her finger on it. in your own mouth.
Behind her, Wu Shulai shook his head and left behind her.
After he left, Jixiang stopped embroidering, but just lowered his head in a daze.
"...What's the matter?" Wei Yingluo stopped the movement in her hand, tilted her head to look at it, and then frowned, secretly saying that it was bad.
I saw that on the embroidered stretcher in Jixiang's hand, a pair of embroidery was half embroidered, and the embroidery work was somewhat unsatisfactory, but this could not be entirely blamed on Jixiang. Her right hand was stepped on by Wu Yaqingdai before. Although it was treated afterwards, it was still black and swollen, and she couldn't ask for leave, so she could only grit her teeth and work with injuries.
Only now, the snow-white embroidered cloth was stained with a cloud of red blood. I don't know if Jixiang had just accidentally punctured his finger and dripped blood on it, or if the old wound had flared up, and the blood had seeped out of the gauze.
But in any case, this embroidery is ruined.
"What, what should I do..." Jixiang stretched out his hand to wipe with a cry.
"Auspicious, don't..." Wei Yingluo stopped it too late.
Originally there was only an inconspicuous drop of blood, but after she wiped it like this, it turned into a conspicuous little ball, which was difficult to hide.
There are two other people embroidering in the same place, one is Jinxiu, and the other is Linglong, an auspicious fellow from the village. Jinxiu caught a glimpse of this scene, and her thin lips immediately spit out sarcastic words: "The palace maid should also be smart, you are so stupid. , sooner or later, you will have to get out of the palace, don't waste your efforts!"
Linglong also talked about fellow countrymen, and said with sympathy: "What a pity."
"Linglong!" Jixiang's eyes turned red, and he choked up in a childish voice, "We grew up together, can you help me think about it, okay?"
A fellow villager returned to his fellow villager, but in the face of such trouble, Linglong would rather not have this fellow villager, and immediately refused: "I can do anything, I haven't finished embroidering it yet!"
Jixiang couldn't help but look back. There was a sandalwood table standing in the embroidery workshop, and a copper incense burner with animal patterns on the table. There was an incense stick in the incense burner. Now half of the incense burner has been burned, and when the remaining half is burned into ashes, it is It's time for embroidery.
"What should I do..." Jixiang murmured, the tears couldn't hold back anymore, but when the tears fell, she felt her hands lighten. She turned around and saw Wei Yingluo took her embroidery bandage. He went over and handed over his embroidery stretcher.
Jixiang looked shocked: "You..."
"Wipe away your tears." Wei Yingluo said without raising her head after exchanging the embroidered bandages between the two, "Don't tell mammy to see it."
She moved quickly, and not many people saw this scene. Lucky, Jinxiu, Linglong looked at each other for a moment, and finally Linglong spoke first, she lowered her voice and said: "Are you crazy? Bloodstained, I can't save it no matter what! There is still half a stick of incense, and it's too late to embroider again!"
Wei Yingluo squinted her eyes, carefully scrutinized the embroidery in her hand for a moment, then twisted the needle and took the thread again, smiled slightly at the uneasy auspicious: "Peony is still two stitches away, help me finish the embroidery."
"Yingluo, have you figured it out?" Linglong couldn't help asking.
Before Wei Yingluo could speak, Jinxiu sneered, "Whatever she does, be brave!"
Jixiang stared blankly at the embroidered stretcher in his hand, suddenly shoved it back into Yingluo's hand, and kept shaking his head: "Take it away, I can't hurt you, return my embroidery stretcher to me!"
Wei Yingluo gently lifted her right hand to block the embroidered stretcher that was handed over, and then squinted her eyes to one side.
Jixiang followed her gaze, and when she saw that the mama was walking in this direction, she didn't dare to speak again, and hurriedly picked up the needle and thread and embroidery stretcher in her hand.
Then she froze slightly.
The embroidered stretch embroidery in his hand is a peony, the national color is fragrant, and it is lifelike, only the last few stitches are needed.