Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The Sanqing Hall was cleanly repaired, and the colors of the houses were pure, and the clothes worn by Taoists were mainly gray, with no color. The sun in Sai Chui was shining brightly, and the basic tone of the furnishings was enveloped in vividness.

The concubine Zhang raised her head and glanced at the height of the sun, and a hint of joy came to her heart easily...because it was almost time for dinner, today this day finally came to an end.

Perhaps, there are still many people in the world who can’t eat and wear warmth, and have to work hard to make a living, which is naturally difficult; but they can somewhat hope, and there are close people who forgive their hardship.

Others don't worry about food and clothes, but they still have a hard time. Because there is no fun, no hope, no meaning after eating and warming up, you can’t go to other places, can’t do what you want, day after day boring...At this time, time is almost stagnant; the only change is age. The gradual aging.

Zhang sighed faintly, picked up the writing brush and slowly dipped it in the inkstone.

Every movement of her is very slow and sensible, as if she is doing an extremely important thing, so every detail is very serious...After all, a whole day is so long, and there are only those things that can be done. If you are used to slowing down, time seems to be faster.

Zhang turned one page of Chen Tuan's book "Fetal Breath Jue" on the left, and said to his heart: If you copy another page, you should be able to eat dinner.

She doesn't believe in religion, but is trying to copy some Taoist works so that when she really believes it.

At this moment, Wang Shanggong hurried in. It's really rare to move so fast, Zhang looked at her in surprise.

Wang Shanggong came to the front: "It's not good!"

"What's wrong?" Zhang frowned. "You should talk about the matter first."

Wang Shanggong bowed his head and said in a low voice: "I heard two women chewing their tongues at a corner outside the Sanqing Hall. They said...The imperial concubine used to lure her body..."

When Zhang suddenly heard this, his face turned red and white, and his heart was ashamed and angry. It's as uncomfortable as being stripped naked on the street. Wang Shanggong was stunned. She might think that Zhang's reaction was too great... People can only care about them when they are related to themselves.

Wang Shanggong also looked angry: "Those women with long tongues can't utter a clean word! The servant girl remembered that time, the lady's clothes were stained with sesame oil, because she went to fetch the tea on the shelf and accidentally put the fragrance. The oil tank came down; but when it came to other people's mouth, it was so unbearable!"

Zhang said coldly: "What else are they talking about?"

Wang Shanggong said: "Say...the imperial concubine was deliberately dressed very thin. As soon as the sesame oil was poured on her body, her clothes were close to her body, everything was seen by today, even things like cherries were clear... …"

Wang Shanggong cursed the tongue-chewing people from head to toe with the same hatred attitude.

Zhang's chest went up and down, and he almost vomited blood with anger. She bit her lip with her shell teeth and almost didn't let her breath. After a while, she sighed and said coldly: "The sesame oil matter is really an accident, but why even two women standing in the corner know that?"

Wang Shanggong was stunned, and suddenly realized: "By the way! It must be that little hoof!"

"The servant who stole things?" Zhang frowned.

Wang Shanggong said: "Who else is there besides her?"

Zhang's heart was up and down, and he finally thought about it a little calmly, and said: "I thought she was not able to do anything at her young age, so I forgave her, but she didn't understand it. You are so ignorant of good and bad!"

Wang Shanggong sighed, and said: "The slaves talk too much, saying something that shouldn't be said. The empress is too kind, but it is not a good thing; the right way is to fight Mien to rise up hatred. The world is bullying and fearing evil, and they provoke Li. Niangniang will definitely be retaliated; but if you deceive you and think you are not doing anything, of course you are not afraid."

After hearing Zhang's words, he said, "It makes sense."

Wang Shanggong said: "Manny, what should we do?"

"What to do..." Zhang cried out in thought. Just hearing someone say bad things, she shouldn't care about those people. Is there any way to take out your shame and ugly things out and make a quarrel for justice?

The more she thought about it, the more cold she felt. What status is she, what level of generation she is today, this thing is simply intolerable in the world, it is too stigmatized... The key is to follow the rumors, or she is actively hooking up today.

If this matter is not done well, it is difficult to say whether he can continue to survive in the palace. It depends on what method Li uses, smart but not smart...

After being embarrassed and angry, Zhang gradually felt a wave of fear in his heart.

"The little slave and maid went to Wanfu Palace first..." Zhang frowned and muttered, "Is this Li's conspiracy behind the scenes? She wants me to die!"

Wang Shanggong hurriedly nodded and said: "Little hoof dare not talk nonsense, it must be Concubine Li who is telling the truth."

Zhang firmly pressed his temples with his fingers: "What method and method will Li use?"

The two said something, and the sun went down. The little Taoist from Sanqing Hall brought dinner in. Where does Zhang still have the appetite to eat? She has been trying to figure out Lee's conspiracy... what does Lee want to do? What is the purpose of releasing the rumors, and what will be the next step?

Thinking of one night, Zhang couldn't think of a reason. The main thing was just beginning, and I really didn't know what the other party would do.

The night was getting dark, she went to bed, because she was going to sleep, only a bean-sized oil lamp was left in the dormitory, so that nothing was dark in the room.

However, Zhang couldn't fall asleep anyhow. He turned over countless times on the bed, and felt uneasy.

Regarding the sesame oil, she was really not deliberate. She hadn't reached the point of completely disregarding her face; it was just that she was nervous and a little frustrated at the time, and she made a mistake.

The result is not only known, but also said so badly! Not only was Zhang faceless, angry, and afraid, but he was also very aggrieved.

She turned over again, her face facing outside, just facing the lonely oil lamp, the bedroom was very deserted. She stared at the light in a daze, and said to her heart: If you really did something and it didn't come off well, at least she still had some thoughts; if I didn't do anything, I would be killed by someone?

Zhang recalled the embarrassing moment at that time, it was really difficult to face... She hoped that nothing like that happened.

But the second time I saw Guo Shao~www.readwn.com~ it was unforgettable.

It feels very subtle. I didn’t think about it at that time. Later I wanted to think about it: I’ve been embarrassed and "disrespectful", and I came to see myself again after I went up today; he at least has a good impression of himself, otherwise I’m afraid that I will avoid it. How could he still take the initiative to come to visit, and his tone of voice is still so good.

No one wants to be disgusted and disgusted. When Zhang thought of this, he felt a little warm.

There was a flash of Guo Shao's appearance when she entered the door, and her tall and sturdy head almost had to be against the door, every time she had an idea in her heart not to hit it. Such a person, who is still in power, humbled and asked her warmly. She felt very relieved, as if she didn't have to worry about anything. She felt protected and distressed.

Zhang turned over again without saying a word, his cheeks burning hot.

But these thoughts must not be seen, they are too serious! Thinking of the serious consequences, Zhang was once again enveloped in worry and fear, and he tossed and turned to think about everything that might happen...Because Zhang had been in the palace for so many years, he still knew Li’s well, and Li was very scheming and not so good. Deal with.

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