It was a year of great famine, and the sun seemed to be able to crack people's skin, and there was no grass in the fields.There are fewer and fewer people in the village, and Daddy and Auntie finally decide to flee with their family.Daddy said that when you get to a place with water, it will be fine.But the way out of the desert was so long that I don't remember if it was a month or two months, and then we got separated.I was in the same place with my father, and I could no longer find my mother and brother, nor could I find food rations and water.Begging for alms from the refugees, Daddy protected me all the way from the dry spring with dead moss, begging in a low voice, and even tried to grab half of the refugees' dried buns for me, but he fell down the hill in the middle of the push.I found Daddy down the hill, and his ankle was very swollen and big.I cried over him, but I couldn't do anything.Holding Daddy, I was thirsty and hungry, weak, the scorching sun gradually became warm, it was a good sleep when I woke up, I lay on a carved wooden bed, the quilt covered by my body was soft, embroidered with delicate flowers, and Auntie embroidered almost well.My sister, who heard the sound and walked in, told me that this was the mansion of Jingzhou Thorn Shi, and she was Zhu Cui, the personal maid of the princess of Badong County.She also patiently explained to me how Jingzhou Thorn Shi and Badong Junwang could be the same person's titles.She said that the man, who was both the king of Badong County and the assassin of Jingzhou, found me and Daddy when he was patrolling outside, and rescued us.I asked her, Daddy, and she said she didn't know.I was in a hurry to find Daddy, his ankles were still swollen, so I hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.Strange to say, after this sleep, I am neither hungry nor thirsty, and all the strength of my body has returned, as if I can't finish it.Sister Zhucui stopped me from going out, and at the same time shouted loudly in a hurry.As soon as she shouted, she called the princess of Padang County.This princess is like the person in the New Year's painting, she is well-dressed in clothes, she is also good-looking, and she smiles like a bodhisattva.But I didn't have time to take a closer look at the person who came down from the painting, Daddy was still waiting for me, but the princess came with someone, and several sisters dressed in the same clothes rushed up together, and while saying good things, they pushed me to the side of the bed.I shouted, "I'm going to find my father, he has a broken ankle and no one to take care of him," and the princess stepped forward, her voice very gentle.I understood what she said, how could I not understand She said, Daddy's foot was broken, and then, Daddy died.I slept for a long, long time, and when I woke up, my brain was hot, my throat was dry, and it was like a fire.If I remember anything about the past, I remember it all.The doctor said that my body was too badly damaged, and I was overly sad, which led to a high fever that did not go away, and I lost my memory.I can't remember what my last name is, but I only remember the name of Sister Zhucui, and the king of Badong County and the history of Jingzhou, and his beautiful princess.If there is one benefit I have received from this disease, it is that my nose has become extremely sensitive and I can smell odors that are not noticed by ordinary people.At the same time, they all said that it was a blessing to be able to forget those painful pasts.One day after I got well, the princess took me for a walk in a large garden.It was at that time that I met the king of Badong County and the assassin of Jingzhou.I've never seen a man so beautiful.Even if I did, I don't remember.His face is so good-looking, and his facial features are so delicate, even more delicate than a girl.But there is a deep masculinity engraved between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes me feel for the first time that the difference between men and women is not whether they have long beards, whether they have small feet or not, and whether they speak with a big grin.Sister Zhucui tugged at my sleeve and told me to kneel down and thank you.He seemed to remember that he was the one who saved me.The princess mentioned to him that she wanted to take me into the clan and asked him to give me a name."
The cloud sleeves are sealed, and the eyelashes are as dense as a fan.It's called eyelash picking. ”The princess asked me to be a daughter under the name of a rich and noble family in her mother's family, and when I entered the clan, I was called Huo Caizhi.No one knows, and since that side, I've secretly fallen in love with this man.I listened to them talk about him, and I knew that his name was Xiao Zixiang.I like him, but I can't say it, because the princess treats me so well and so well, she asks me to call her "sister" and say that she is my own sister.If Ah Niang knew that her sister liked Daddy, she would be sad.I wanted to stop liking him, but I couldn't control my thoughts.I stayed with my sister for two years, and I looked forward to seeing him every day.Sometimes he would casually give me a smile, and I would be so happy all day that I didn't know how to do it.At first, I could still lie to myself and say that he was your savior, and you should want to see him and rely on him.But the more time passed, the more I couldn't hide my heart.At that time, Jingzhou was recruiting people to enter Beijing as palace maids.I told my sister that I wanted to go, I really wanted to go, and no matter how much she kept me, I would go because I knew that if I stayed here any longer, I would never forget him.I thought I would become the emperor's maid, but somehow, the sisters who went with me were all separated and had their own places, and I entered the palace of King Jingling to serve the king of Nanjun.I heard that this king of Nanjun was just crowned by the emperor, he was only nine years old and did not have his own mansion.The tight strings in my heart suddenly loosened, I thought, it's just a child, but the first time I saw him, I was stunned.It's so similar, I never knew two people of the same age could be so similar.Xiao Zhaoye, the king of Nanjun, is simply a copy of him.The same eyebrows, the same bearing, the same rebelliousness.At that moment, I thought I saw him when I was a child, immature and steady.The boy slowly raised his hand, beckoned, and ordered me to come closer.It didn't look like a nine-year-old child at all, free and calm."
Huo Cailash," he smiled suddenly, "good name." ”King Nanjun is very good to me, different from the kind of kindness he has to me, if he is good to me, it is not my wishful thinking.The smile when King Nanjun looked at me seemed to go straight from the bottom of his eyes to the bottom of his heart.He said that he didn't like people to call him "Wangye", so I asked him to call him "Gongzi".But I knew in my heart that he was speaking to me alone.If it is said that in the past, that kind of face was the rubbing of the king of Padang; After that, I felt that it was a unique beauty.As the days passed, I was glad that I could slowly forget about that person.I thought I could be happy, to be his maid for life, to watch him smile warmly at me, to appreciate his smooth pen sketching and drawing words I didn't know, to make him a cup of hot tea, as always to put a few petals of fresh jasmine but, no.Despite his reluctance, he was ordered to live in the East Palace, where his biological parents lived.On the second night of our stay in the East Palace, the crown princess, his mother, brought us slaves some ornaments and soft brocade.As his personal maid, I took two of my maids and went to thank you.In the palace of the crown princess, I saw his biological father, the crown prince, for the first time.At that time, I realized that no matter how young and old he was, he was just an unpolished piece of jade in front of his father, and it turned out that there could be so many stories in a person's eyes."
Zhaoye's maid," he looked at me with interest."
Back to the prince, the slave maid picks the eyelashes, and she is the maid under the king of Nanjun."
It seems that he has the intention of beating his eldest son, and the next moment, I became a hammer in his hand, "Give a few more people to Zhaoye, and the eyelashes will serve in front of me." ”That night, the prince's breathing was so heavy that I couldn't breathe.I didn't dare to resist, but tears flowed involuntarily.When I got so close, I vaguely felt that he had no heart.The next morning, for the first time, someone was waiting for me to put on makeup, which was different from when Sister Zhucui helped me put on makeup when I was in Jingzhou.The maids all looked at me in the mirror respectfully, and their smiles seemed to be happy for me.I vaguely feel that the king of Nanjun will come to look for me, I want to see him, I want to cry in front of him.But how am I going to face him, but what's the use of meeting again, I left in such a hurry last night, and when we meet again, things have changed.I, not me anymore.I was worried in my heart, so I heard the maid say that the prince and the young master Wang had entered the garden, so I went straight into the study and closed the door to discuss the matter, so as not to disturb anyone.I didn't have to see him immediately, and I was somewhat relieved.After a while, after listening to the maid's report, the king of Nanjun hurriedly entered the garden, and was led by the waiter to the study to find the prince.At that moment, I indulged myself, lifted my skirt and trotted all the way out.All I knew was that I wanted to see him and talk to him.Others, not important.He said he was going to get back to me with the prince.I don't want him to be embarrassed, not to mention that I'm not finished.But he swore so sincerely, I really miss our old days.But later, I hid outside the house and heard him say, "Well, she was the eldest maid in the son's house."
No one was gone this morning, and Erchen also went to the concubine's residence to inquire.I thought that my father had called her as a maid, so I asked my mother to ask for it on my behalf.It turned out that her father wanted to take her as a concubine, which was her blessing.How can the ministers object, "The name given to me by the king of Badong County was changed by the prince, and since then, my name is Huo Caijie, and I am the prince's treasure."
Later, he married a wife and moved out of the East Palace.His wife was very beautiful and had a good personality, and for some reason she was very close to me and often came to visit me.I've always tried to like her, however, only jealousy.For five years, in the past five years, although the prince has no sincerity towards me, he has never treated me badly.A slave and maid mixed up to this status, maybe it is time to burn incense and worship the Buddha, but in the past five years, I always keep thinking of my son.It has always been my regret that I can only be a maid who cleans up the ink treasure for him, but I can't understand the deep meaning.I studied a lot of poems, trying to understand his writing, and occasionally remembering my days in Jingzhou.He and his fourth uncle looked more and more alike.Suddenly, one day, I received a white pa brought to me by the princess's trustee was not the princess of Nanjun, but the princess of Padang county.Over the years, I have often exchanged letters with Jingzhou, and my sister knows that I have become the prince's treasure, and I also know that they are doing well.However, this Fang Baipa, but it is a desperate letter to the king of Padang County.The veil fell to the ground, but my heart hung in the air.The person with the letter said that the king of Badong County was killed by a person named Xiao Shunzhi, and his sister was martyred, and as for Sister Zhucui, he didn't know.At that moment, I really felt like the sky was falling.Xiao Shunzhi, I remember this person.Half a month ago, he came to the East Palace and discussed with the prince in the study for a long time.I vaguely heard the prince say in a deep voice: "If there is disobedience, kill him." ”And that Xiao Shunzhi only claimed to be.Counting the time, it was the eve of Xiao Shunzhi's army to recruit the king of Badong County.How could he be so ruthless and want to put his own brother to death Why is this a royal power struggle I have seen too much over the years, but at this moment, I suddenly don't understand anything, and I can't accept anything.The people of Jingzhou, everything in Jingzhou, was destroyed like this.I don't believe that the king of Patong would be treasonous.I didn't want to believe that he would kill his own brother, but the facts echoed in my mind over and over again, and I couldn't tell the difference.What should I do, what can I do, my sister is my dearest and dearest person, everything in Jingzhou is my last line of defense, and his Xiao Shunzhi can't let him get away with it, glancing at Baipai on the ground, I already have a plan in my heart.But even though the prince has been ruthless for so many years, he is righteous in the end, how do I know that he would do such a thing, my heart is very troubled.Even if they reveal what they are doing behind the scenes, it is just my words, he is the eldest son of the emperor, the rightful prince, who will believe who dares to believe that night, he gently hugged me, as if he was asleep.Hidden under the bed was a freshly sharpened fruit knife, and the moon was slanted through the window on the blade, reflecting a cold white light, and I couldn't wait to drink the blood.But that night, I didn't do it.Lying quietly until dawn, I have a new plan to see the will of God.I don't know what the hot soup washed with the highly toxic aconite will do.Whether it was poisoned and killed in three moments, or whether it was inconsequential and painless, or whether it ran out of oil over time, I don't know what kind of effect I expected.I was too weak to imagine him staring at me coldly with that deep gaze, half of my body bloody; I was too cowardly to accept that when I returned from a midnight dream, the people of Jingzhou stood in front of me one by one and asked me why I didn't avenge them soon, and Xiao Shunzhi fell ill and died.Later, he also died.I don't know how I got through those three years.It was a slow pain.Every time I see him, I can't help but feel sad; Every night when I dream, I will panic inseparably.The faint fragrance of aconite on his body became stronger and stronger, and one day, he became poisonous.The world's famous doctors were helpless, and he died.The crown princess did not send me to the Taimiao with the other concubines, she came to ask me if I would like to serve the imperial grandson.Yes, after the death of his father, he was crowned the crown prince.I hesitated for a long time.I miss our days and I will never forget him.The days in the temple are really miserable, but how should I face him, I killed his father.When I appeared in front of him, I saw boredom and disgust in his eyes.He probably hated why it was me who was there, and not the so-called beauties he could scoff at.He was ashamed in his heart, but he had no affection, and I could see it at a glance.His princess was so good, so good that he was not willing to accept any more women, including me.At that moment, I really felt that my heart was really bad, I didn't believe that there was not a single crack between them, I didn't believe that he could really be so ruthless to me.Now that I'm beautiful, I don't believe he won't fall in love with me again.However, at that time, I could understand his writing and poetry, but I couldn't touch his heart.Entering the palace, his unswerving loyalty to her made me feel hopeless little by little.I hated the woman with the silver bell's laugh more and more.I was angry and wanted to go to the temple to make a vow, so I got into the carriage of the emperor's grandson.It was a rough stretch of road, and the car shook badly.The moment I climbed off the cliff, I thought, it's okay to let him owe me, owe me a lifetime, but I didn't die, my legs were useless, and there were a few more hideous scars on my face.When I woke up, my first thought was not how hurt I was, but that he wasn't by my side and I knew that my heart wasn't dead yet, and I wanted to win back his heart, even if it was just a little.My face is gone, and I can only take advantage of his guilt and mercy, which I once despised and least wanted to use.But now, I have nothing but that.He ascended the throne, and on the grounds of finding out the truth about the prince's death, I had to enter the palace, and threatened him, otherwise I would make the truth about the prince's violent illness public.When he compromised, I saw anger and helplessness in his eyes.He was probably disappointed in me, he saw through my mind, but not me.In fact, I am not such a murderer investigating the crime he committed, which is perhaps the most ridiculous thing in the world, whether it is him or me.But who in this world is not ridiculous, I have made up my mind, either let him love me for the rest of my life, or let him hate me for the rest of my life.I knew early on that the prince had the habit of washing his face with wormwood soup, and the princess had a penchant for drinking wormwood tea.And that wormwood bush is for the two of them.I sprinkled a basket of wormwood that the men below had picked with a dark musk powder.A few days later, the crown princess really stopped drinking mugwort leaf tea.I heard that it was still his virtuous and virtuous princess.At that time, this was just a thought, and it had no intention of harming others.Now it seems that it is a good move.I'm going to see how far he trusts her.I went into the temple and said some and hid some of it, and I thought that was enough.Sure enough, it was later rumored in the palace that the emperor snubbed the queen.I wasn't happy, I was just lazy, as if that's all I was for the rest of my life.I began to hate my current self, my unscrupulous self.Just now, they were all saying that the emperor had died.I felt the last bit of light in my heart go out.That's fine, I've had enough ridiculous in my life.In the next life, can I be his little maid forever It's a pity that I don't have time to make him hate me for the rest of my life
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