Only you: King's crazy concubine

Gu Qingyan sat in the bath bucket, sighed comfortably, leaned against the edge of the bath bucket with his eyes closed, and unconsciously fell asleep.

Zhuer waited outside for a long time, but she didn't see the young lady coming out. She knocked on the door anxiously, "Miss, miss."

Gu Qinyan opened his eyes in an instant, his eyes flashed across, his voice was hoarse, "well, I'm asleep." then he got up and took the clothes on the screen.

After looking at the clothes, Gu Qingyan was in trouble. Chinese clothes and trousers are the same as modern ones, but the clothes and skirts outside are complex and cumbersome. After studying for a long time, he had no fruit, so he had to ask Zhu Er for help.

Bamboo son while finishing clothes for Gu Qingyan, read in pieces, "miss is really, you can still sleep after bathing. Your body is just right. Don't get cold again."

Gu Qingyan just gave a light, um, and remembered his doubts last night and called zhu'er, who was walking out, "zhu'er, what's the matter with my face?"

Hearing the speech, zhu'er was surprised and said, "Miss, you made yourself like this. Don't you remember this?"

Gu Qingyan rubbed his forehead. "Well, I don't remember anything before." he was curious about the appearance hidden by the dirty things.

I picked up the bronze mirror and looked at it. The dust on my face was washed clean. It was a standard melon seed face with rough skin and long eyelashes trembling slightly. It was like the wings of a butterfly. The smart eyes seemed to see the bottom at a glance. The small Qiong nose, cherry mouth and green silk turned yellow due to malnutrition. It was not too much to say that this face was the first beauty in Beijing, Just because of long-term malnutrition, the body is now like bean sprouts.

After a little thought, he immediately stepped out of the door.

Bamboo son hurriedly followed, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Big kitchen, bamboo, misfortune comes from the mouth. Don't talk so much outside." Gu Qingyan's face was serious and his voice was cold.

Zhuer bowed her head and knew that the young lady was for her own good. "Yes, miss."

In the big kitchen, Gu Qingyan looked at the lazy servants with bright eyes and silence.

Those servants thought it was the master who came. When they saw that it was Miss waste, they took a breath.

He was wearing an obviously old light purple dress, covered with a light gauze, and a purple jade hairpin pulled up 3000 green silk. He had a gorgeous face and expressionless face, and his eyes had a sense of oppression that can not be ignored.

At this time, a question arose in everyone's heart: is this still the waste second Miss Gu Qingyan?

It seems that people like to deceive themselves and others. Subconsciously, they don't believe that even servants can bully arbitrarily in the past.

I don't know who opened his mouth first to break the short silence. "What's the matter with the second lady? If it's all right, I'd better leave early. I'm afraid I'll stain your noble body."

The tone of voice showed disdain and disdain. As soon as this remark came out, others echoed it one after another.

Zhu'er stared angrily and wanted to speak. Gu Qinyan reached out to stop her, moved the lotus step gently, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and the light hit the sharp edge of the knife, adding a point of edge.

For a moment, the people were stunned by the undisguised killing intention on Gu Qingyan's face. They recovered. At the beginning, the old mammy trembled her hind legs, "second lady, this knife... Is not those toys that can be played casually."

Gu Qingyan approached step by step, his voice was calm, but let the people present hear the cold, "it's difficult for you to recognize me as the second miss. I remember that it's all your credit that I can eat so well these years."

The old mammy fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. She couldn't tell whether it was tears or runny nose on her face. She wailed, "aunt Feng forced the old slave. If the old slave didn't obey, aunt Feng threatened the old slave's nephew. The old slave... The old slave is just this family member. Second lady, spare your life."

Gu Qingyan squatted in front of the old mother with a knife. The tip of the knife picked up the old mother's chin. The cold of the knife penetrated into the old mother's chin and went straight to her heart. She didn't dare to call again. She stared at Gu Qingyan and was afraid that her life would be explained here at the next moment.

"Why forgive you? I would also like to thank you. If it weren't for your salt and oil-free meals over the years, I wouldn't live now." Gu Qingyan threw down the kitchen knife in disgust and stood up.

"As for you, you haven't taken less care of me these years. In order to repay you, you can eat all these rotten meals." Gu Qingyan looked at a large number of servants kneeling on the ground and was disgusted. He just knew that each had its own master, and he couldn't blame them all.

People looked at the rancid rice in the boiling bucket and did not move. Some even retched when they smelled the smell.

Bamboo son frowned and couldn't bear to flash in his eyes. He wanted to plead for them, "Miss, or forget it."

Hearing the speech, Gu Qingyan's face became colder, and his words were merciless, "bamboo son, I want you to understand that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. In this world where human life is regarded as grass-roots, you should be ruthless and can't be a little soft hearted.

If you can't stand this, then leave. My road is doomed to be rough, and you don't have to be involved. "

As soon as zhu'er heard that the young lady wanted to drive her away, he immediately knelt down and tears fell down. He hurriedly said, "Miss, it's zhu'er's fault. Please don't drive zhu'er away."

Gu Qingyan didn't answer her. He turned his head and looked at those people who were still standing. His voice was cool. "What? Do you want me to serve you?"

Then he went to the nearest man and kicked him in the back knee. The man knelt down with a bang and knocked his head against the edge of the bucket.

"Give you time to have a cup of tea and finish these meals." the voice was cold and cold, like a deadly hell.

With a lesson from the past, no one dared to stand, scooped up the food in the bucket with a spoon and ate it one mouthful at a time.

Some people even vomited after a few bites and threw up on one side.

Gu Qingyan squatted in front of zhu'er and looked straight at zhu'er. "Now it's still time for you to change your mind. If you want to continue to follow me, there will be more cruel and ruthless people in the future than today. At that time, I don't want you not to do it."

Zhu'er kowtowed, looked directly into Gu Qingyan's eyes, and solemnly said, "zhu'er is a young lady's person, and death is a young lady's ghost. He will follow the young lady to the death without complaint or regret."

Many years later, zhu'er recalled this scene and how glad he had made a very correct decision.

Gu Qingyan stood up slowly, Buddha his sleeve and said faintly, "get up."

Zhu'er wiped away her tears with a smile and stood behind Gu Qingyan.

"Cook after eating. I'm hungry." Gu Qinyan looked at the "corpse" lying on the ground. His voice was calm and could not hear his emotion.

The people who were just dying, like taking stimulants, got up and rolled their sleeves to work.

Gu Qingyan took a look and went back to Nanzhu hospital, followed by zhu'er.

In Aiqi hospital, aunt Feng, after hearing what the servant girl said, angrily waved her hand and swept the bronze mirror and rouge powder on the dresser to the ground. Her face was ferocious and her eyes crossed with vicious anger. "That bitch, who dared to hit me, didn't she hit me in the face? It seems that the matter should be stepped up."