Lu Xiao stared at the dark and watery "Ye Yu", his expression gradually changed from doubt to daze.
Qiu Yutong naturally knew what he was thinking, the sword energy sealed by "Ye Yu" was extremely powerful, and he had never missed, and had saved Lu Xiao's life more than once. How could such a sword energy not be able to deal with a little male favorite
Qiu Yutong coughed lightly, he felt that he had to defend himself.
"Hey, Your Majesty's sword energy is so powerful."
It's a bit shameful to put gold on his face with the cheek, but Qiu Yutong, as a talented swordsman who wants to save face, can doubt him for anything, and absolutely can't doubt his swordsmanship attainments!
This is his bottom line, do you understand the bottom line
Lu Xiao didn't seem to hear Qiu Yutong's words at all, and just looked at "Ye Yu" in his hand absently.
"... Even your sword energy, don't you have the heart to hurt the weak?" He said softly.
Lu Xiao's voice became softer and softer, and gradually turned into a whisper, as if he was whispering to some puppet that didn't exist: "You can't be cruel to such a bitch, why are you treating me..."
His voice was very vague, and Qiu Yutong could only hear the first few words clearly.
"weak".
"Bitch".
"..." He didn't know how to describe his mood, hehe.
Forget it, bear it, don't be as knowledgeable as this kid.
Lu Xiao was stunned for a long time before he slowly came back to his senses, and carefully put "Ye Yu" into the scabbard.
After returning the sword to its sheath, he lowered his eyes again, glanced at Qiu Yutong lightly, and suddenly raised his voice, "Zhang Defu!"
"Squeak" the door rang, and Zhang Defu walked in step by step with small steps, with a smile on his fat face: "Your Majesty, what do you want to tell this old servant?"
Lu Xiao looked down at Qiu Yutong, and said calmly: "Zhang Defu, you send this person to... to the West Sixth Palace, and settle down in any yard."
"Yes." Zhang Defu took a look at Qiu Yutong and sighed softly. He seemed a little regretful, but he was not surprised.
Lu Xiao stroked the hilt of "Ye Yu" lightly, ignored the two of them, and turned to go to the apse.
Zhang Defu bent down and carefully helped Qiu Yutong out of the broken cage. He sighed and babbled nonstop: "Oh, Mr. Xuerong, are you okay? Can you stand up? Look at your messy hair of… "
With the help of the old eunuch, Qiu Yutong finally managed to stand up, but staggered and almost fell to the ground—this body was curled up in the cage for too long, and her legs were so numb that she almost lost consciousness.
"Master Xuerong, are you alright?" Zhang Defu asked with concern.
"No big problem, just a little numbness in the legs." Qiu Yutong awkwardly tugged at the pitifully small piece of fabric on her waist, barely covering the important parts, "Xiaode... Eunuch Zhang, can you find me some clothes? "
"Naturally." Zhang Defu nodded, turned his head and ordered the little eunuch below, found a bright red satin cloak, and wrapped it around Qiu Yutong.
Seeing that Qiu Yutong couldn't stand up, Zhang Defu called two more young eunuchs and brought them over. He helped Qiu Yutong onto the Xiaochao, followed by himself, and the group of four staggered out of the Jingxin Hall and went to the West Sixth Palace.
The night was dark, and all the way there, there were tall ocher red palace walls on both sides, and only a narrow dark night sky could be seen.
The Daning Palace is extremely magnificent, divided into three main halls in the former dynasty and six east and west palaces in the later dynasty. They are all ocher red palace walls and glazed tiles, covering an area of hundreds of hectares. At this moment, even in the darkness, the palace looked magnificent and solemn.
Xiao Huo walked staggeringly for a long time, but still didn't intend to stop.
There were almost no people along the way, and occasionally I met one or two court ladies and eunuchs carrying lanterns. When they saw Zhang Defu who was accompanying him, they all bent down to avoid it.
Qiu Yutong lowered her head and looked at Zhang Defu: "Eunuch Zhang, where are we going?"
Zhang Defu glanced at him, showing sympathy: "The Emerald Court of the Sixth West Palace."
Qiu Yutong repeated in a daze: "West Sixth Palace... Jade Court?"
The harem of Daning Palace is divided into the Sixth East Palace and the Sixth West Palace. After the old emperor hanged himself, Lu Xiao sent the imperial concubine Jiang Shi to the Sixth East Palace for house arrest, while the Sixth West Palace was left empty.
Qiu Yutong was not familiar with the harem, so naturally he had never heard of the Emerald Court.
Zhang Defu seemed to think that he was upset, and persuaded him softly: "Oh, Mr. Xuerong, since you have entered the palace, you have to be mentally prepared, don't you? Liu Bitao, the young son of the Liu family in the south of the Yangtze River, has been sent away West Liugong Tingyuju? He made a big fuss, and was finally dragged to the Punishment Department to fight thirty battles, so he was honest. In fact, it’s okay if you want to open it a little... "
After listening for a long time in a daze, Qiu Yutong finally understood.
Although Zhang Defu didn't say it clearly, the meaning is very obvious. Today's West Sixth Palace is Lu Xiao's cold palace. Lu Xiao sent those "tributes" that were inconvenient to return, such as the young master of the Liu family, and "beauties" like himself, to the Sixth West Palace to carelessly raise.
It turned out to be a cold palace.
It's just... great!
Instead of racking his brains to deal with Lu Xiao, he can concentrate on studying how to return to Snow City!
"Well, I understand." Qiu Yutong tried hard to suppress her joy, pretended to be very disappointed, and reluctantly nodded.
"Actually, although this Emerald Courtyard is a bit remote, it's good to tidy up. Mr. Xuerong, don't be discouraged, the future will be long." Zhang Defu is a chatterbox. , "The old slave will also look for opportunities, often mentioning the son before His Majesty, maybe one day His Majesty is happy, and he will call the son to serve..."
"Eunuch Zhang, you don't have to do this, really." Qiu Yutong turned pale with shock, and quickly refused.
"My lord, you don't have to be polite with this old slave. This old slave is also for... oh."
Just as the two of them were talking, Xiao Lu stopped slowly.
Zhang Defu helped Qiu Yutong to get off the bed: "Mr. Xuerong, you are here, please."
Qiu Yutong looked up and saw a small courtyard in front of her. The vermilion paint on the gate was peeling off, and the steps were covered with slippery moss, which looked very dilapidated.
"This is the Emerald Court? It looks pretty good."
Qiu Yutong didn't care much about the environment. For him, a bed and a sword were enough. It would be even better if there were a few gossip books about talented scholars, beautiful ladies, emperors and generals. Although the courtyard in front of him was a bit dilapidated, it looked very quiet, and he was quite satisfied.
Seeing that he was "sensible", Zhang Defu nodded in relief, and asked a young eunuch to knock on the door.
Not long after, with the sound of "ping, ping, pong, pong" in the yard, a little eunuch ran out rolling and crawling.
When he saw Zhang Defu, he knelt down tremblingly with a "plop": "Small, Xiao Xizi please please Eunuch Zhang, please be safe..."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Defu waved his hands unbearably, "from now on, this Mr. Xuerong will be your master, please take good care of him."
Xiao Xizi quickly turned around, kowtowed several times to Qiu Yutong, and stammered: "Master, son..."
Zhang Defu gave Qiu Yutong a few more careful instructions, and then left.
With Xiao Xizi's support, Qiu Yutong slowly walked into the main room on the north side of the courtyard.
A small oil lamp was lit in the main room. Apart from the simple tables and chairs, there were no extra furnishings, which even looked a bit shabby. A yellowed screen is placed on the west side, behind which is the bedroom.
Qiu Yutong sat down on the bench, and while scanning the room, she sighed in her heart, that the majestic and magnificent Daning Palace has such a bleak place.
Xiao Xizi stood beside her with her hands down, and said cautiously, "Young Master, do you have any orders?"
Qiu Yutong leaned on the short bed, waved her hand casually: "You can sit too."
Xiao Xizi was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down on the round stool tremblingly, but didn't dare to sit all the way up, and only got half of her buttocks.
Qiu Yutong was amused in his heart, so he didn't force him, and asked casually, "How old is it?"
"Ten, fourteen." Xiao Xizi muttered.
"How did you enter the palace? Why are you the only one in this courtyard?"
"Yuan, in the second year of Yuande, my hometown was hit by a flood, and my parents couldn't support me, so I sold the little one to a child... and later, I entered the palace." Xiao Xizi whispered, "Big, Everyone thinks the young one stammers, no, I don’t want to work with the young one, so let the young one guard the yard when I’m in charge.”
"The second year of Yuande..." Qiu Yutong murmured, "By the way, is this the fifth year of Yuande?"
Xiao Xizi said honestly: "Today is the tenth day of September in the fifth year of Yuande, just after Bailu."
Qiu Yutong was stunned for a moment, and then let out a sigh of relief: "So it wasn't a dream, it really has been five years."
"Master, son, what did you say?" Xiao Xizi blinked her eyes, as if she didn't understand.
Qiu Yutong didn't explain, looking at the dim oil lamp on the table, she lost her mind for a while, and when she recovered, she suddenly found that Xiao Xizi was staring at him blankly.
Qiu Yutong laughed: "What do you see me doing?"
Xiao Xizi suddenly came back to her senses, her face blushed involuntarily, and she stammered: "My lord, my lord, you are so good-looking... You are much prettier than the masters of other yards, Your Majesty, Your Majesty will definitely like you, Your Majesty."
what is this...
Qiu Yutong couldn't laugh or cry, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, is there a mirror in this room?"
"Yes, yes, the little one will get it now."
Xiao Xizi quickly took out a small brass mirror, and handed it to Qiu Yutong respectfully.
Qiu Yutong took the mirror and didn't dare to take a picture for a while.
He took a deep breath, calm down, calm down, even if he sees a sissy who puts on makeup, it's no big deal.
After a long period of mental construction, he bit the bullet and slowly raised the mirror to his face