Wu Yong didn't dare to be careless, so he followed quietly. Han Ruizhi went back to the wing room in the backyard, carried out the wooden basin to fetch water, and scrubbed his body in the wing room.
After washing, I went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge. I didn't stop cooking for a while. I went to the warehouse to get a broom and iron elm and went to the front yard to sweep the snow.
Judging from her neat and skillful posture, I think this is how she will live every day.
Wu Yong hid in the dark and nodded. He was such a heartbreaking good boy. He was lucky to have been granted by the emperor. It was inevitable that he would always be allowed to sign a promise, but he was not arrogant at all because of his favor.
This little girl doesn't know what happens in the future, but she always wants to be her own master
Thinking of this, Wu Yong pretended to pass by the front yard and shouted at Han Rui, who was hunching his head and sweeping the snow: Isn’t this Miss Han Rui? Get up so early?
Hanrui raised her head, rubbed her red hands, and stood up to bless Eunuch Wu's body
Seeing that her hands were chapped, Wu Yong hurriedly stepped forward and said: Miss Hanrui, just let others do these heavy work. You have to go to the front of the emperor to serve you!
Hanrui smiled: These jobs are done by little slaves, and other palace ladies are old and have difficulty in frailing their legs and feet.
After saying that, he squatted down and buried his head in the snow. When Wu Yong saw that he couldn't persuade him, he simply stopped persuading him. He asked the emperor to see him and feel sorry for him. Only then could he cure those palace ladies who cheated and bullied Han Rui.
Bi Lingyuan got up at the time of Mao, asked Shui Mu to change his clothes, and the people who served were dispatched from the Ganqing Palace last night. The emperor did not ask, and Wu Yong simply did not mention Miss Hanrui, but kept smiling.
Bi Lingyuan lifted his foot out of the hall. Early in the morning, the snow in the courtyard was swept clean. The palace people in the library had been waiting in the courtyard and greeted him.
Bi Lingyuan took a deep breath, nodded and smiled: Although the library is remote, I see that the palace servants here are not negligent in doing things, and there is a reward.
The nanny and the eunuchs were excited and knelt down to salute. Wu Yong looked at the palace servant who didn't say a word for Hanrui and smiled even deeper.
What are they all!
Bi Lingyuan pretended to look around casually, rubbed his hands, and asked: Isn’t there a daughter in the little palace? Where is the person?
What the emperor said about Gong Nuhanrui? Madam Zhang asked carefully
Chen Hai was on the side, slightly turned his head and glared at Madam Zhang
Bi Lingyuan was stunned: Palace slave?
Wu Yong was also slightly surprised, "Ming Slave," it turns out that Han Rui is a Palace Slave...
That's a pity. The palace slave is a lowly person and he must not be qualified to serve the imperial guards, let alone a small promise to stay.
Everyone knows that the slaves who were demoted to be inferior were all committed such a crime of treason. There is no possibility of leaving the palace in this life. If they commit a crime in the palace, they are still good to be punished until they die. If they cannot die, their faces will be engraved with the word "lower". Life is worse than death, and their lives are much more miserable than ordinary palace servants.
Wu Yong, do you ask a palace slave to serve me?
Bi Lingyuan stood with his hands behind his back and said slowly, but in front of him was the eyes of the little palace maid named Hanrui, and the forgiving and boredom she had when she held her in her arms.
No wonder he was so mean, it turned out to be a palace slave
Wu Yong knelt down and kowtowed: It was my servant who was negligent! Please forgive me! The servant immediately ordered the Imperial Hospital to send the elimination soup!
Bastard! Bi Lingyuan kicked Wu Yong on the shoulder, I did not come to the palace slave
Wu Yong covered his shoulder and fell to the ground, pretending to be a grandson as the emperor wanted to escape this disaster, Bi Lingyuan shouted at him, and his heart was even more angry and he left with his sleeves.
Wu Yong quickly got up and followed him, feeling sorry for Miss Hanrui, but what else can I do? It is a blessing that the palace slave can live his life safely.
After washing, I went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge. I didn't stop cooking for a while. I went to the warehouse to get a broom and iron elm and went to the front yard to sweep the snow.
Judging from her neat and skillful posture, I think this is how she will live every day.
Wu Yong hid in the dark and nodded. He was such a heartbreaking good boy. He was lucky to have been granted by the emperor. It was inevitable that he would always be allowed to sign a promise, but he was not arrogant at all because of his favor.
This little girl doesn't know what happens in the future, but she always wants to be her own master
Thinking of this, Wu Yong pretended to pass by the front yard and shouted at Han Rui, who was hunching his head and sweeping the snow: Isn’t this Miss Han Rui? Get up so early?
Hanrui raised her head, rubbed her red hands, and stood up to bless Eunuch Wu's body
Seeing that her hands were chapped, Wu Yong hurriedly stepped forward and said: Miss Hanrui, just let others do these heavy work. You have to go to the front of the emperor to serve you!
Hanrui smiled: These jobs are done by little slaves, and other palace ladies are old and have difficulty in frailing their legs and feet.
After saying that, he squatted down and buried his head in the snow. When Wu Yong saw that he couldn't persuade him, he simply stopped persuading him. He asked the emperor to see him and feel sorry for him. Only then could he cure those palace ladies who cheated and bullied Han Rui.
Bi Lingyuan got up at the time of Mao, asked Shui Mu to change his clothes, and the people who served were dispatched from the Ganqing Palace last night. The emperor did not ask, and Wu Yong simply did not mention Miss Hanrui, but kept smiling.
Bi Lingyuan lifted his foot out of the hall. Early in the morning, the snow in the courtyard was swept clean. The palace people in the library had been waiting in the courtyard and greeted him.
Bi Lingyuan took a deep breath, nodded and smiled: Although the library is remote, I see that the palace servants here are not negligent in doing things, and there is a reward.
The nanny and the eunuchs were excited and knelt down to salute. Wu Yong looked at the palace servant who didn't say a word for Hanrui and smiled even deeper.
What are they all!
Bi Lingyuan pretended to look around casually, rubbed his hands, and asked: Isn’t there a daughter in the little palace? Where is the person?
What the emperor said about Gong Nuhanrui? Madam Zhang asked carefully
Chen Hai was on the side, slightly turned his head and glared at Madam Zhang
Bi Lingyuan was stunned: Palace slave?
Wu Yong was also slightly surprised, "Ming Slave," it turns out that Han Rui is a Palace Slave...
That's a pity. The palace slave is a lowly person and he must not be qualified to serve the imperial guards, let alone a small promise to stay.
Everyone knows that the slaves who were demoted to be inferior were all committed such a crime of treason. There is no possibility of leaving the palace in this life. If they commit a crime in the palace, they are still good to be punished until they die. If they cannot die, their faces will be engraved with the word "lower". Life is worse than death, and their lives are much more miserable than ordinary palace servants.
Wu Yong, do you ask a palace slave to serve me?
Bi Lingyuan stood with his hands behind his back and said slowly, but in front of him was the eyes of the little palace maid named Hanrui, and the forgiving and boredom she had when she held her in her arms.
No wonder he was so mean, it turned out to be a palace slave
Wu Yong knelt down and kowtowed: It was my servant who was negligent! Please forgive me! The servant immediately ordered the Imperial Hospital to send the elimination soup!
Bastard! Bi Lingyuan kicked Wu Yong on the shoulder, I did not come to the palace slave
Wu Yong covered his shoulder and fell to the ground, pretending to be a grandson as the emperor wanted to escape this disaster, Bi Lingyuan shouted at him, and his heart was even more angry and he left with his sleeves.
Wu Yong quickly got up and followed him, feeling sorry for Miss Hanrui, but what else can I do? It is a blessing that the palace slave can live his life safely.
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