Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 32 Shen Yigu, Why Are You Here?

"Chonglin."

When Chonglin stepped into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Xuanshang had been waiting outside for a long time: "What's the matter, your speed today is much slower than usual? Is there something that delayed you?"

Chong Lin didn't change his face: "No."

"……"yes?Xuan Chang didn't say anything, seeing that Chong Lin's expression was a bit strange today, but it was different from usual, as if something happened.

The two opened the door and entered the room. Ying Chen was sitting at the table, correcting the memorial.

Chong Lin stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, my subordinates have already ordered the medicinal materials with the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the medicinal materials will be delivered to you in a few days."

Xuanshang was still looking at him in bewilderment, feeling that there was something wrong with Chonglin today, and suddenly realized after watching for a while: "Chonglin, where is your cloak?"

Chong Lin was stunned for a moment, looked down at himself, and his face slipped a little unnaturally: "I lost it."

The emperor paused when he raised his pen, and raised his eyes to look at her, Chonglin immediately lowered his eyes to pretend not to see, but still felt that under Yingchen's gaze, his lies had no place to stop, as if they were about to be seen through.

But he still bit his brain and pretended nothing happened.

After a while, the emperor didn't look at him any more, just like the kind of connivance who turns a blind eye when he finds out that his subordinates are lying, he just waved his hand and ordered them to go down.

"No, Chonglin, that cloak is your favorite, how could you lose it?" Xuanshang was puzzled after going out: "Didn't you keep that cloak as a treasure all day long and never let anyone touch it?" ?”

"It's just a piece of clothing that is lost, so there is so much nonsense." Chong Lin felt guilty, and simply seemed annoyed: "Aren't you too free to come here to ask about my cloak?"

"..." Touching his nose, Xuan Chang pursed his mouth.

There must be something wrong with this guy.

When Qu Changsheng woke up in a daze, he didn't know what time it was, but he was just looking at the moonlight, and he was still wrapped in Chong Lin's cloak.

It was made of soft satin, and the pattern on it was exquisitely embroidered, but it was stained with some dust and blood stains by her, so it had to be washed and sent back.

Qu Changsheng put on her shoes and went down to the ground, her feet felt like splinters pierced into her skin, and her face turned blue and pale from the pain.

Holding the washbasin, he went to the well to fetch water, and under the silvery moonlight, Qu Changsheng put the cloak in and scrubbed it with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

Qu Changsheng's heart trembled, and he stood up in a panic. The washbasin was almost spilled by her. When he turned his head, Chong Lin was looking at her with that unbelievable gaze. When he looked down, he saw his water soaking in the basin. With the cloak, his eyes sank immediately, showing sullen anger:
"Do you still want this hand?"

"I'm just washing the clothes for adults. Your clothes are dirty, and the blood stains can only be washed immediately." Chang Sheng squatted down again, Chong Lin's thick eyebrows tightened, and he fished her up: "No need." you wash!"

Between pushing and shoving, Chang Sheng stood unsteadily, staggered a few steps, and his face turned pale again and again.

"Thank you for your help today, sir. Changsheng just wanted to help you wash your clothes to repay you. If you don't want to..." She suddenly remembered that she still had the broken silver that Qu Changan pawned the silver thread in her hand, and took it from her waist. , and handed it to him: "If you don't dislike it, please accept this."

"Do you think I'm interested in this small amount of money?" Chong Lin tutted lightly, seeing a trace of embarrassment slipping across Qu Changsheng's face, he pursed his mouth, and stretched out his hand to take it: "Do you know how much you owe today?"

"Ah?" Chang Sheng raised his eyes in surprise, "What a loss?"

"Usually, a big man needs a piece of silver to get a piece of iron by a charcoal fire. You left today, and only this little silver is left. It's a big loss."

"Say." Chang Sheng couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, Chong Lin glared at her: "What are you laughing at? What I said is the truth."

"What's important to me is not the ingot of silver, but I hope that I can be able not to cause trouble for myself." Chang Sheng scrubbed his cloak: "My lord, have you ever thought that if I didn't go to the cloak by myself this time? The silver thread is back, and the emperor and lord know about the loss of the silver thread, what will you think of me?"

...It must be because she felt that she was incompetent, and couldn't even look at two bundles of silk thread.

"Of course, nothing is free. I only have half a penny a month. Even if I work here for five full months, I may not be able to afford the bundle of silver wires. I might as well grit my teeth and endure the pain. There were a lot of troubles."

One hand was not rubbing cleanly, so Chang Sheng leaned on the clothes with his arm and rubbed them carefully.

With one hand crossed, he took the cloak away, and facing the moonlight, Chong Lin squinted at her angrily: "There's nothing there."

"It's stained with blood." Chang Sheng stretched out his hand: "It's right here. I'll wash it off for you soon, sir, don't worry."

"Come on." Scrubbing jerkyly, Chong Lin's face was stinky: "I don't need you, you just lie there and I burn high incense. I said it in advance, I just don't want to owe you favors, the situation at that time , I scolded you together without thinking anything in my mind, just don’t take it to your heart.”

"..." Is this apologizing to her?Chang Sheng looked at him in surprise.

"What are you staring at me for?" A little embarrassed, Chong Lin's movements couldn't help but become rough, and the fine fabric felt like it was about to be torn: "I just don't want to owe you this kind of favor."

In her previous life, she never thought of building a good relationship with Yingchen and the people around him. She only thought that they were killers without blinking an eye, but she didn't expect that they also had a flesh and blood side.

"Who did you learn your massage skills from?"

When the atmosphere was dull, Chong Lin spoke in a muffled voice, with a jerky and shy initiative hidden in his voice, Chang Sheng lowered his head, not wanting to say much, and said vaguely: "The family members used to be in poor health, just like the emperor, always I like headaches."

Chong Lin was silent for a moment, said nothing, washed his hands with clean water, and took out a greased paper bag from his chest.

There is a round meat bun inside.

Things like meat buns are out of reach for Chang Sheng's class: "I keep them for you."

Still very warm.

She took it flattered and thanked in a low voice.Meat buns are made by the imperial dining room, she likes them very much, and sat aside to eat them earnestly.

Chong Lin was watching her from the side.

The moonlight gently cast on her profile, which added a little more charm to that delicate face. When eating, her eyes were bright, and she was obviously hiding some joy.

He didn't know what was wrong, but seeing her like this, he felt better: "I'm leaving."

The woman doesn't seem all that lucrative, nor that annoying.

Chang Sheng nodded: "Thank you, sir."

Chong Lin pursed his lower lip, said nothing more, and left with his wet cloak.

"I still think that what happened to you today is so abnormal."

As soon as Chonglin passed the corner, Xuanshang came out from the dark place, with an unclear expression on his face: "It turns out that you are secretly giving and receiving with this girl?"

"...What private exchange? Don't talk nonsense." Chong Lin's face darkened, and he walked into the dark with him: "Why are you here? The emperor asked you to come?"

"Why is it that the emperor wants me to come?" Xuanshang looked up at him, with displeasure hidden in his eyes, Chonglin felt chills in his heart: "Really?"

"Do you think the emperor will take care of your occasional anomalies?" Xuanshang looked at Qu Changsheng in the yard through the gate, "It was I who noticed something was wrong with you today, so I followed you out. What is your identity, how did you I can have a private meeting with the court lady at midnight, "

"I don't have a private meeting!" Chong Lin frowned, and told the whole thing in detail, Xuan Shang's face looked better.

"Then you can't have special treatment for others. We are the guards around the emperor. You will never know the purpose of the people who approach you. What's more, it is a big mistake for the guards to have a close relationship with the maids. I have discovered it. Do you think Will the emperor not know?"

"..." Chong Lin was choked and speechless for a moment: "Then I can't just let her dawdle outside and return to the palace, and she will be torn to pieces by vicious dogs in less than an hour, right?"

"I'm talking about you delivering buns to her personally." Xuanshang complained in his eyes: "It's me today, if it's the emperor, both of you will have to die, from now on, don't worry about this matter anymore , she can't let the emperor know what she likes."

As he said that, he smacked his lips, "You usually see your face as selfless, so why can't you resist the temptation of beauty. That woman, you told me two days ago that she was unusual, maybe it was profitable, but now you are jealous I gave people buns."

Chong Lin was choked up and speechless for a moment, so he gave up.

Fast forward three days, Changsheng was idle every day, embroidering Yingchen's clothes.

Thanks to her dexterity, she used her left hand to pick up the iron, and her hands and feet didn't hurt so much. You thought about sending it to Mr. Song, but when you walked, you still walked to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. move.
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"Excuse me, have you ever seen a maid named Chang Sheng?" A man dressed not like a slave in the palace asked everyone he met while holding something. The maids looked at each other, and their eyes involuntarily drifted to the master in front of the servant.

What a handsome man, I don't know what to do in the palace.

Shen Yigu was dressed in suave white clothes, his hair was tied with a jade crown, and he was fiddling with a string of sandalwood beads in his hands, looking at the scenery in the palace with a half-smile.

In fact, he hopes to find that one person among these thousands of court ladies.

"Are you talking about the long sheng from the Huanyi Bureau?" A little court lady timidly said, Shen Yigu looked back, smiling with peach blossom eyes, and said softly, "Oh? Do you know him?"

The little maid blushed and blinked her eyes: "I know, that Chang Sheng is very famous in the palace."

"Oh? How to become famous? Tell me?" Shen Yigu became interested.

"That's right, she has a bad temper. She has quarreled with her relatives many times, and each time she wins the upper hand. Moreover, she is very popular with the emperor, and she even embroiders clothes for the emperor. People in our palace don't Dare to provoke her."

"Such a girl who has a bad temper and is liked by the emperor is just from the Clothes Bureau?" He wanted to laugh, thinking about the back of the girl walking on the charcoal fire yesterday, her feet were festered and she didn't say a word, and he knew that she was not a kind person. stubble.

"Then do you know where she is now?"

Several court ladies shook their heads.

Shen Yigu gave the boy a look, and the boy offered the broken silver: "Thank you."

The maid who received the money left happily, and the servant was puzzled: "Young master, we only came in to deliver medicinal materials to the emperor. Why do you have to inquire about the whereabouts of that Changsheng? It's just a clothing bureau. Little girl. You look happy?"

"It's because she's a little girl from the Clothes Bureau." Shen Yigu smiled meaningfully.

Originally thought that this girl was a new celebrity around the emperor, now it is easy to find out clearly, but she is just a little girl from the clothing bureau, it should be nothing if he wants to leave.

"Go and register with the Ministry of Internal Affairs first." Thinking of this, Shen Yigu walked happily, "Then go to the Clothes Bureau."

Qu Changsheng was holding the clothes, his face was a little pale, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, seeing the little eunuch frown at her coldly:
"Boss Song still has things to do, so you just stand here. Stand until Boss Song receives you."

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Director Song doesn't want to see her now.

Chang Sheng didn't speak, just held the tray and didn't move at all. One foot got tired and changed to another one. In short, neither leg was comfortable.

Shen Yigu was eagerly looking forward to meeting Qu Changsheng again, but he didn't expect that the crowd searched for him thousands of times, and that person was standing at the gate of the House of Internal Affairs?He twisted the beads, pursed his lips and smiled, and walked forward——

The little eunuch at the gate of the House of Internal Affairs came out in good time, followed by Manager Song.

"Boss Song is well." Qu Changsheng thought he could finally let go of his burden: "This servant is here to deliver clothes."

Xie Mei looked coldly at her, and Director Song looked her up and down, his eyes full of displeasure: "Master Chong Lin asked you for leave before, saying that you were not feeling well?"

"It's much better now, so I don't dare to stop, and finish the emperor's clothes as soon as possible." Chang Sheng took two steps forward, slightly bent his body, and was very courteous: "I also invite Eunuch Song to inspect it."

But who knows that Director Song just gently picked up the clothes and put them back, he didn't even seem to see clearly what patterns were on them:
"Where does this old slave dare to review your errand? You can ask Master Chong Lin to ask you for leave. Next time, if you say something again, Master Chong Lin will come to your door. This old slave can't afford it."

"...What does Manager Song mean?" Chang Sheng frowned slightly, and his tone was cold: "I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but the old slave understands. The Huanyi Bureau can't tolerate you, a big Buddha. It's a small matter in two days, and a big event in three days. It makes everyone's life difficult, not to mention, I'm always delicate."

A few eunuchs from the House of Internal Affairs came out slowly, staring down at Qu Changsheng. Director Song stood in the center, with a little sarcasm in his gestures: "The guys in the clothing bureau have worked so hard. Are you tired?" Isn't it? Or, you did some dirty things in private, so you have to rest for a few days? "

Chang Sheng could see that this was not to test the results, but to show her off and make her feel bad.

She snorted coldly, put down the tray, and lost her temper:

"Everything needs to be based on evidence. You have been the manager for so many years, don't you understand this truth? I am really uncomfortable. If you want to say that I have done something unclean, I really did it. The hospital was covered with dirty medicine, and it was cleaned in the Tai Hospital."

"Don't lie and deceive people here! What is your identity, and a villain like you can live in Tai Hospital?"

"The facts are right in front of you. If you don't believe me, go and ask Director Song!"

But Director Song didn't believe it at all, pointing at Chang Sheng with the orchid up, and knocked a pot on her head:

"You are just relying on Lord Chonglin to take care of you and say good things to you for the past two days, and you are rampant with me here. I have asked you clearly in the past three days. You left the palace privately, took the badge of the guards and threatened you." Your aunt, a white-eyed wolf like you, what good things can you do! You must be the one who sneaked around outside and flattered Lord Chonglin, and let him excuse you!"

"Are the people around the emperor so flattering?"

Shen Yigu looked at it for a while, then walked forward, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, mockingly: "En?"

The steward never expected that there would be a stranger in this palace, and he had never seen him before. He just saw that he was either rich or noble, and the servant behind him...

It's from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Qu Changsheng looked at him in surprise, Shen Yigu walked up to her and stood still, his eyes flicked across the eunuchs, and wherever his eyes went, those who were just now confident and confident lowered their heads under pressure. ,

Director Song felt that this person was not kind: "Your Excellency?"

"I'm from the Cangjing Pavilion." Shen Yigu smiled, "I just came to deliver medicinal materials to the emperor, but I didn't expect to see Director Song teaching his servants."

Director Song hesitated for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "It turns out that you are the master of the Sutra Pavilion, please come in, please come in, the slave is neglecting, so let someone make tea for you."

"No need." Shen Yigu raised his hand to stop it, squinted at Qu Changsheng's hand, the gauze wrapped on it was slightly bloodstained, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, the boy immediately understood, and put The tray in Chang Sheng's hand was taken away.

Director Song was a little confused when he saw this scene.

Why is Master Chonglin treating this girl unusually, and the Master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion treats this girl the same way.

"Just now I heard the manager say that this girl flattered Master Chong Lin? I don't know how Master Chong Lin felt when he heard it?" Shen Yigu asked with a smile.

Manager Song shook his head resolutely: "The old slave just slipped his tongue at that time, so please don't take it to heart. Don't tell your lord."

Shen Yigu nodded: "That's natural, I'm not some nonsense person, and I also know that Director Song is just outspoken."

"No, no, no!" Director Song shook his head like a rattle: "I didn't speak out, it's the old slave who misunderstood, misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding? I don't think this is a misunderstanding?" Shen Yigu said in surprise:

"I think this matter has something to do with this girl. She didn't work for three whole days, and Master Chonglin even asked for leave. During this period, you heard many people say bad things about this girl, and you feel sorry for this girl again." You are full of jealousy and anger, don't you just wait for her to appear in front of you and give her a blow? Obviously it was planned for a long time, how could you misunderstand?"

"Uh, this..." Manager Song was sweating profusely: "This old slave is nothing but a warning. Since ancient times, if a maid has anything to do, she must report it to the manager. Only after the manager approves can she do it directly. The old slave just thinks that she doesn't understand the rules if she can't hit her face."

"Then what you mean is that it doesn't work to ask Chonglin for leave, it has to go through you. You are older than Chonglin? Then I will tell Chonglin later, don't care about what you shouldn't. lest he be told that he doesn't understand rule."

"Oh, oh, this old slave doesn't dare to be a slave."

Director Song's face turned pale, and he waved his hands in fright, "This old slave is wrong, and this old slave knows it's wrong. Please don't say that, my lord." Then he looked at Qu Changsheng: "Changsheng, it's this old slave Just now I taught you a few words indiscriminately, don’t forget to take it to heart, if you still feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I will send someone to make preparations for you.”

Qu Changsheng kept his face unmoved, he took back his tray and handed it over, "This dress, Mr. Song, please check and accept it."

Director Song heaved a sigh of relief, and just as he stepped forward to take it away with his own hands, Qu Changsheng held a hand beside him: "Don't worry, I guess he's busy with business now, so he kept you waiting for so long, and now he's too busy." There is no time for acceptance, let's go directly to the emperor and let the emperor inspect it."

What?Qu Changsheng looked at him in astonishment, and Manager Song was also dumbfounded, his hand was still in mid-air without taking it back.

But Shen Yi didn't say any more, and directly dragged her away, Chang Sheng followed behind with weak legs: "What are you doing? My lord, this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

Eunuch Song was stunned for a while, and then chased after him: "My lord, my lord! Don't go!"

"The energy you used to step on charcoal that night. Why is it gone today?" Shen Yigu didn't turn his head back, and didn't let Qu Changsheng turn back. He deliberately shook her head: "Today, people made things so difficult for you. , are you feeling well?"

Chang Sheng frowned, and broke away from him: "There are rules in the palace, and no one has special exceptions. On the contrary, it's you doing this, which makes me even more confused about how to deal with myself in the palace."

Hearing this, Shen Yigu meant to blame him: "I'm doing it for your own good too."

"My lord's thoughts are known to you." Chang Sheng let out a long breath: "It's just that being too special is not good in the palace, and it will be targeted even worse." She turned and walked towards the House of Internal Affairs: "Thank you very much. My lord speaks out to save each other, but the slaves can't go directly to meet the emperor with your lord."

"Why not?" Shen Yi was puzzled, thought for a moment, and then understood: "Are you afraid of him?"

Qu Changsheng paused, as if his hair had exploded: "Who are you afraid of?"

"Your Majesty." Seeing her like this, Shen Yigu felt certain in his heart: "I can't blame you for being so frightened that you didn't care about it two days ago. So it's because you're afraid that the Emperor will blame you, or you're afraid that the Emperor will be dissatisfied?"

He hugged his shoulders with a half-smile, "Then this matter is easy to handle, why not, I will return to the emperor in a while, ask you to go, and let you work as a maid in my Buddhist scripture pavilion, what do you think?"

"..." This person is not crazy, is he?Qu Changsheng frowned: "Thank you for your kindness, my lord, I still have things to do, so I will take my leave first."

"Hey wait!"

It was rare for someone in the palace to make loud noises, Yingchen frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Sitting high on the palanquin, he naturally saw a man and a woman chattering in the imperial garden in the distance. He didn't look carefully at the man, but it was a woman, and he recognized it immediately.

The emperor put down his hand resting on his chin, and the phoenix eyes were filled with dark clouds, as if there was hostility coming: "When will there be a stranger in the palace?"

Xuanshang and Chonglin also looked up, and were startled when they saw Shen Yigu.

"Report to the emperor, that is the owner of the Sutra Pavilion."

"En?" Impatiently, the slender fingers tapped on the chair handle, Yingchen's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to be angry.

(End of this chapter)