Adore Trick of Beauty

kill! kill! The blood in one place, spreading red, has been flowing across the road from the feet, endless ... Nie Wushuang awakened sharply, cold sweat dripping from behind, and gasping.

"Choosing girl, what's wrong?" Xia Outer House asked staggeringly when he heard his voice.

"No, nothing ..." Nie Wushuang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. She has n’t had nightmares for a long time, and the horror of the family has been copied and cut, and she has n’t seen it in a long time. ...

She shivered and got out of bed and took a sip of cold tea, which only calmed down the panic in her heart. My feet hurt, and my snoring hurt. She slept for a long time and was very restless.

The road to the palace was too difficult for her on the first day, and the road in the future did not see any end. It seemed that no one could rely on it, and no one could guide it. What did the blood in the dream indicate? An ominous omen, she had no idea.

A bleak moon hung west, silent.

...

As a picking girl who has not been spoiled by the emperor, it is difficult and embarrassing in the palace. They are inferior to the palace maids, but they are one level lower than various female officials. They are neither masters nor slaves. Go to the queen's "come to the palace" every day, and usually you can only scratch your head outside, and then return to the palace according to the original road.

Even if you return to the palace, you have to meet the master of the principal in the palace. In the "Yuanxiu Palace", Wanmei has the highest status. Nie Wushuang met her for the first time, and forged a hate with her. It turns out that Wanmei is a narrow-minded villain and a narrow-minded woman.

Nothing happened in the palace, the battle between women was not seen in the smoke, but it was a hundred times more powerful.

The sky was bright, Nie Wushuang was holding the broom and Xia Lan sweeping the courtyard of the "Xuanxiu Palace", standing next to Xiu Ju under the Wanmei, she was pointing at a newly swept open space next to her and pointed her throat: "That The side is not clean, so I have to scan it again. "

Nie Wushuang glanced at her, and swept up again with a broom silently. Seeing that she was afraid to resist, Xiuju snorted proudly and turned into the temple. Nie Wushuang swept, his heart seemed to have flew away.

"Come, please take a break and let me clean it for you." Xia Lan saw Xiuju in and quickly came over to help. Nie Wushuang shook his head: "It's okay, just sweep the floor. If you help me, she will have more excuses to punish us both."

Sure enough, as soon as she turned around, she saw a dress corner hurriedly hiding from the door.

"Choosing a girl ..." Xia Lan was indignant: "Why can she treat us like this? You are also the emperor's concubine! She doesn't conclude that the day after the girl picks up?"

Nie Wushuang heard the red lips overflowing with a sneer: "Who can say that in the future? She now has power and naturally wants to do anything to me. It is always their best to worship high and low in the palace."

Xia Lan was still resentful, suddenly footsteps came from the door of the palace. Several women in the house were surrounded by a woman in a red Hibiscus costume. Nie Wushuang looked up and turned out to be Bao Jiechi.

With a slight jump in her forehead, she saw Bao Jiechi step in proudly. She went to Nie Wushuang and looked at her up and down. Today, Nie Wushuang wore a crab-blue cage skirt with a gray-colored servant. Although she had a charming appearance, she could not help but lose her color.

She pouted and smiled: "Nie Cainv is so diligent. She just came to sweep the courtyard just now? If Nie Cainv is so free, Minger will sweep the floor in my palace." She giggled and twisted Went into the room with a slim waist.

Wanmei's attentive laugh came out: "It turned out that Bao Jiechi came. It really missed me, please ..."

The joyful greetings drifted away, and Nie Wushuang stood in the courtyard with frowns. Xia Lan remembered the fierce slap of Bao Jiechi that day, and she had a lingering fear: "Choose a girl, this is not good, do you say if Bao Jiechi would say something to Wanmei ..."

"Work!" Nie Wushuang recoiled his gaze indifferently: "No more sweeping and so on until the sun is full, we will scan harder."

After a few days, the work sent by the Wanmei people became more and more curious, and often Nie Wushuang and Xia Lan had to work until midnight to rest, and they got up again when it was dark. Day after day, this kind of trouble has never been relaxed. In the hard work, Nie Wushuang quickly lost weight, and his beautiful eyes grew larger.

In the day after day, the emperor's call was far away, and it seemed that he had forgotten such a person as Nie Wushuang after leaving the other courtyard. Deshun's father never appeared again. Nie Wushuang was bound by his beauties and could not turn away to look for the "Gong Yang" in his mouth.

The only thing that can be known is that there are one or two hundred housekeepers in the palace named Yang. This is simply a haystack.

In the morning's Shanglin Garden, it was not yet daylight. Nie Wushuang and Xia Lan held porcelain vases to collect the so-called "flower dew" by Wanmei. It is said that using this dew to make tea would be particularly fragrant.

"Come girl, it won't work like this, we will be tossed to death by the Wanmei sooner or later, will you say that Lord Wang will forget us ..." Xia Lan rubbed her eyes and asked anxiously.

Nie Wushuang watched a crystal dew drop fall into the porcelain bottle, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by the bushes beside a flower.

"Choice girl, pick girl ..." Xia Lan called again when she saw that she had no response.

Nie Wushuang picked up the plant, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "He will not forget us, but the time is not yet, but we cannot sit still."

She planted this kind of grass behind a lonely stone, squinted and looked at the gradual sun, and said lightly, "Go back, the sun is about to come out, and there is no toilet to collect."

When she and Xia Lan returned to the "Yuanxiu Palace", she saw that Xiu Ju was already waiting in the courtyard. When she saw the two of them coming, her face sank: "You only came at this time, dew?"

Nie Wushuang gave her the porcelain vase in the basket. At a glance, Xiuju scolded sharply, "Why is it so a little bit? It is actually less than yesterday!"

"It rained the day before yesterday, so there was a lot of dew. There was no rain yesterday, so ..." Xia Lan was about to justify, and Xiu Ju snorted and fanned her face.

"Dare to talk back! It's clear that you are lazy!" Xiu Ju wanted to fight again after she scolded, and suddenly grabbed her with one hand coldly: "Use lynching in the palace, which master is your slave !?"