Story of Yanxi Palace

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……What happened?

The matter came too suddenly, Uya Qingdai raised her face, the previous joy still solidified on the face, came over to face the two young eunuchs, four arms heavily put her on the ground, and then the **** personally took off her right foot Embroidered shoes, showing the sole, lifted to the front.

　　Hongli only looked at it, and then sneered: "It turned out that the sole was carved into the shape of a lotus."

　　Concubine Hui beckoned, and the **** hurriedly lifted her soles in front of her. She glanced at them and smiled: "The soles are still filled with fine powder. No wonder they left a mark, but they are quite thoughtful!"

　　 She was still smiling, but there was no hint of smile on Hongli's face, he said sharply: "Come here, cross out!"

Wu Yaqingdai recovered, and knelt on her knees softly, crawling to the front in front of her, rolling with tears on her face: "The emperor, the emperor, the courtiers are just imitating the lotus. Jackpot, Emperor's forgiveness, Emperor's forgiveness! Lady concubine, save the servant girl! Queen! The queen save the servant girl!"

Both Hongli and Hui Hui were expressionless, but Queen Fucha sighed and said to Hongli: "The emperor, the showgirl wants to take the lead, there is nothing wrong with it. If you don’t like it, the gift is After that, when she was expelled from the palace like this, how would she face someone in the future?"

"Yeah Emperor!" Uya Qingdai broke away from the hands of the two eunuchs, and fell in front of Hongli in embarrassment. "If the servants enter the palace to be elected, if they are expelled, they will shame the family. Please, please spare your servants!"

　　Speaking, she knelt on the ground, her forehead thumped loudly, her posture almost coincided with the previous auspicious, but then she refused to let go of the auspicious, and now Hongli refused to let her go.

"I have already clearly prohibited the Han Junqi to show off women's foot-binding, but this time, the foot-bounders are definitely not one or two people!" Hongli's voice was cold, "Not only the Han Junqi, but also Wu Ya's learning of such extravagant decadence, Pan Yunu is a fairy concubine, and Xiao Baojuan is a faint monarch. Are you going to learn from her now, is it to blame Chaogang! When such a woman enters the palace, she will definitely provoke right and wrong, I will not only expel her from the palace, but also drive her 'S father treats crimes according to violations, especially by virtue!"

　　 "No, no!" Uya Qingdai still wanted to argue something, but two strong arms had stretched out from behind her, and her arms were clamped like iron tongs, dragging her out of the door.

"No, the emperor! No! The servants and daughters know the wrong! The servants and daughters really know the wrong!" Uya Qingdai is like a cow and horse about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, struggling desperately, crying in tears, "Yes , It’s that maid, it’s the maid who hurt her servants! It’s not me, the idea of ​​applying perfume to the soles is not me... woo!”

Fearing that she was making a lot of noise and disturbing the Holy Drive, a **** beside him stretched out a fan-like hand and covered her mouth with five fingers, blocking her voice and her last chance. .

　　 "Woo, woo..."

　　 whimpered away, and there were two strings of lotus marks on the ground, proving that the woman named Wuya Qingdai had been here.

　　 "Come here, clean the floor." Hongli said coldly, "It makes people uncomfortable to watch."

　　 "Yes!" Several court ladies hurriedly came with broomsticks.

　　 So the last trace of Uya Qingdai disappeared from the palace.

　　 "Oh, that... Doesn't it look like Sister Wuya?"

In the waiting place of Yuhuayuan, a group of show girls are waiting for the roll call. The first few front feet have just entered the door, and the rear feet have been given flowers. But after Wu Yaqingdai entered, he has not come out. The hearts of everyone are envious and secretly Discussion, I am afraid that Uya Qingdai has been fancy by the emperor.

　　 Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a woman with disheveled hair was dragged out by the two eunuchs.

　　 "How could such a crazy woman be Wuya's sister..." Some people retorted.

　　 "But she was wearing Wuya's clothes..."

The woman with the disheveled hair wore Uya Qingdai's clothes, not only that, but also wore Uya Qingdai's jewelry on her earlobe's wrist. If there was something different from the previous one, it might be her feet, a pair of three. Inch feet are dragging on the ground, and the beautiful lotus shoes have disappeared.

　　 "It hurts, it hurts..." The woman with her hair wailed cried, clearly the voice of Uya Qingdai, "My feet, my feet..."

Without the shoes, the flesh was punished. The pair of snow-white feet without the shoes dragged on the ground, and failed to leave a lot of lotus marks. Instead, two lines of blood were rubbed out by the stone, and she followed the meanderingly with her. OK, like two blood-red, twisted snakes.

　　 "Cheesy maid, you hurt me!" Wu Yaqingdai suddenly made a wailing cry, "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

　　 The show girls were so scared by this scene that no one spoke for a long time.

Especially Lu Wanwan, who was timid by nature, the whole person had already leaned on Nalan Chunxue, his hands clenched on each other's sleeves, and his voice was shaking: "It's terrible, what did she do wrong, the emperor wants to punish in this way she was?"

　　Nalan Chunxue stared at the blood stains on the ground. If she thought for a moment, she whispered suddenly: "Is it because the emperor doesn't like her shoes?"

　　 "How could it be?" Lu Wanwan covered her lips with her hands, and asked with some surprise, "Why is it so unique, how can the emperor not like it?"

　　 "The emperor's hobby, how can you and I, who have just entered the palace, know it." Nalan Chunxue said in a deep voice, "But what about the little maid, does she know?"

"You mean the beautiful little maid before?" Lu Wanwan seemed to have a good impression on the other party, and said something involuntarily for the other party. "They are also the little maid who just entered the palace. What do we know about her, how could she Do you know?"

"That's the same thing." Nalan Chunxue also felt that it was impossible for these show girls to know things. A new maid who entered the palace was even less likely to know. It was more likely that Uya Qingdai was out of luck and she wore a pair of let The emperor's tiresome shoes.

　　 But what if that little maid knew?

"If she knows..." Nalan Chunxue thought, "It is not so much that Uya Qingdai puts her shoes in her palm, but rather puts her life in her palm. At your mercy!"

　　 This possibility made Nalan Chunxue chill, and could not help murmuring: "Speaking of that, the little maid... what is the name?"

"Wreaths."

　　 "What's wrong?" Wei Yingluo stopped the needle thread in his hand and turned to look at the auspicious.

　　 The auspicious words came to an end. At this time, the door of the embroidery workshop of the construction office creaked open, and a Tsing Yi **** walked across the threshold, and auspiciously bowed his head to continue his needlework.

　　 "Mr. Wu." Grandma Zhang, who was in charge of the needlework of the newly-introduced palace lady, welcomed him.

　　Wu Shulai waved her hands, free of her courtesy: "I'll take a look at the new maid of the year."

倀　 Grandma Zhang obediently retreated behind him, and the two walked behind each other one after another.

　　 "Cough!" Wu Shulai suddenly coughed.

　　 Although the voice was soft, many maidens skewed the needles in their hands. Although they continued the work in their hands immediately afterwards, their movements were one beat faster than before. They just wanted to give Wu Shulai a good impression of flying needles.

　　 is always unhurried, it seems that there is only one Wei Yingluo.

　　 "There is always a veteran who holds weight." Wu Shulai stood behind Wei Yingluo with a hand, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his foot to walk behind auspicious.

　　 "...There are still some that need good student training."

The auspicious little face turned red and the weather was not too hot, but her temples were sweating, and her teeth clenched, accelerating the speed of her hand. As a result, a needle was stuck on her finger and she whispered in pain and her finger was busy. In his mouth.

Wu Shulai behind 　　 shook his head and left behind her.

　　 After he left, Auspicious no longer embroidered, but stayed with his hair down.

　　 "...What's the matter?" Wei Yingluo stopped his hand and tilted his head to look at it, then frowned, and said badly.

　　 I saw a pair of embroidery half embroidered on the embroidered hand in auspicious hands. The embroiderer was somewhat unsatisfactory, but this cannot be blamed on auspiciousness. Her right hand had only been trampled by Uya Qingdai before. Although it was treated afterwards, it was still black and swollen for a large circle. She could not take leave, and could only work with her teeth clenched and injured.

　　 It is only now that the snow-white embroidered cloth is stained with a red blood stain. I don’t know if Jixiang just accidentally pierced his finger and dripped blood on it. It was still an old injury, and blood leaked from the gauze.

　　 But in any case, this embroidery is ruined.

　　 "How, what to do..." Lucky, with a crying voice, reached out to wipe.

　　 "Auspicious, don't..." Wei Yingluo stopped it late.

　　 originally had only an insignificant drop of blood, but she was wiped into a conspicuous small group by her, and it was difficult to hide even the cover up.

There are also two people embroidering in the same place, one is splendid, and the other is auspicious fellow fellow. The splendid glanced at this scene. By nature, the thin lips immediately spit out cool words: "The palace lady should also be clever and smart, you are so stupid Sooner or later you will have to get out of the palace, don’t bother!”

　　 Linglong also talked about some fellowship in the country, and showed sympathy: "It's a pity."

　　 "Linglong!" Lucky red eyes, a childish choked throat, "We grew up together, you help me think about it, OK?"

　　Return to the same country, but in the face of such troubles, Linglong would rather not have this country, and immediately refused: "What can I do, I have not embroidered 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. A incense was inserted in the incense burner. Now it has been burned in half, and when the remaining half is burned into ash, that is Time to cross stitch.

"What should I do..." Jixiang murmured, tears could not help but fall down, but when the tears fell, she felt a light hand, she turned around and saw Wei Yingluo took her embroidery stretch After passing by, I handed over my embroidery stretch.

　　 auspicious look shocked: "You..."

　　 "Wipe the tears away." Wei Yingluo exchanged their embroidered stretches, and said without lifting their heads, "Don't call Grandma to see it."

She moved quickly, not many people saw this scene, auspicious, splendid, Linglong looked at each other for a moment, finally Linglong spoke first, she lowered her voice and said: "Are you crazy? This embroidery par was originally to embroider golden carp. Blood stains, I can’t save it anyway! There is still half a scent of incense, so I can’t re-embroider!"

　　Wei Jingluo narrowed his eyes, carefully measured the embroidery in his hand for a moment, and then twisted the needle again to take the thread. He smiled slightly at the uneasy auspicious, "The peony is still short of two stitches. You can finish the embroidery for me."

　　 "Ying Luo, can you think clearly?" Ling Long couldn't help asking.

　　Don't wait for Wei Yingluo to speak, Jinxiu chuckled: "You can do what she does, succeed!"

　　 auspiciously looked at the embroidered stretch in his hand, and suddenly shoved it back into Yingluo's hand, constantly shaking his head: "Take it away, I can't make you tired, please give me back my embroidered stretch!"

　　Wei Yingluo gently raised his right hand to block the hand-embroidered stretch, and then leaned his head to look sideways.

　　 Jixiang looked with her eyes and saw that her mother was walking in this direction. She suddenly dared not speak again, and hurriedly picked up the needle thread and the embroidery stretch in her hand.

　　 Then she stayed slightly.

　　The hands are embroidered with peonies. The national colors are fragrant and lifelike, only the last few stitches.