Don't help me, I can sit up by myself

Wanrudian.

Shi Jing was talking to Du Jiyan while embroidering handkerchiefs.

"You are disturbing the imperial concubine again by going to the Taihe Palace to serve her. The imperial concubine always wants to find trouble with you."

"Tian Lingyue has become worse and worse every day since she went to Changle Palace."

"Oh, it hurts so much."

Shi Jing failed to embroider a single handkerchief, and there were seven or eight bloody beads on his hand.

She was originally a noble daughter of the Imperial Master's Mansion, and she was served by at least dozens of people when she was in the manor. She didn't need to do any needlework, she only needed food to open her mouth and clothes to stretch her hands. Therefore, she is a bit lacking in all talents, including female celebrities.

I finally wanted to learn some embroidery work, but I couldn't do it with handkerchiefs, and my hands were almost useless.

Du Jiyan wiped off the blood beads on her hand, took the silver needle from her hand and put it aside: "There are people doing all this work, so why bother you."

"I used to think that a woman's lack of talent was a virtue, but now I think about it, if a woman doesn't know anything, how can a man like her? There has to be something that makes people like her, right? Otherwise, how can she be compatible?"

These words actually came out of Shi Jing's mouth.

It doesn't sound right.

It's scarier than the sun rising from the west.

Could it be that Shi Jing is in love?

When you like someone, you are most likely to feel inferior and feel that you are not worthy of them anyway.

Shi Jing clearly saw through Du Jiyan's thoughts: "Don't think too much, I don't like the emperor."

"and you."

"The emperor is not the only man in the world."

It is true.

"Although there is more than one man in the world, the emperor is my man now." Shi Jing said a little melancholy: "Forget it, let's just embroider handkerchiefs. Practice makes perfect."

Xiaowu brought the peeled longan.

Longan is very sweet. There is also enough moisture.

Du Jiyan ate five or six, but Shi Jing didn't eat any.

"Little Master Shi's embroidery work is better than the past few days. The flowers on the embroidery are as red as rouge on a person's face." Xiao Wu praised.

No wonder Xiaowu was able to go to Jingren Palace to serve the queen. She was discerning and didn't talk much, but she could still get to the point.

At this time, Shi Jing needed encouragement.

Xiao Wu's praise made Shi Jing beam with joy: "No wonder the Queen likes you, Xiao Wu speaks so nicely."

Xiao Wu smiled shyly, turned around and brought in the bill.

Recently, Du Jianyan went to Taihe Palace to serve him diligently and spent less time in Wanru Palace.

Nijo and others are responsible for the delivery, and Xiaowu is mostly responsible for all matters in the small kitchen.

Although she took over late, she has a good understanding and is not lazy, so the small kitchen is in good order, and even the accounts are clear.

"Master, just go about your business. Everyone in Wanru Palace is doing their best."

"Has anything unusual happened recently?" Du Jiyan asked.

Xiaowu thought for a while: "If we talk about unusual things, one is that Zhao promised Bao Guiren to come and order the food in person, the kitchen cooked it, and the servants personally escorted them out of the palace. The other is that Tian promised to come to see them from Changle Palace Nectarine came back twice. Nectarine went out with her for half an hour and came back." Afraid that Du Jianyan was too worried, Xiaowu also helped Nectarine explain: "The slave looked at Nectarine and thought she was hardworking and capable. She works hard every day until dawn. She got up and swept the house. Even though she went out to see Tian and agreed, it was not her initiative. She had to obey the master's orders. Please don't blame her."

Du Jianyan didn't blame Nectarine. Nectarine is a man who does rough work without any scheming or evil intentions.

Zhao promised to come with Bao Guiren to order in person because he really wanted to see the new menu. The two of them had also said this when they were chatting with Du Jiyan at Jingren Palace last time.

These are common things.

Shi Jing held the silver needle and praised: "Xiaowu is really attentive and remembers everything."

Xiao Wu became even more embarrassed and turned around to work in the small kitchen.

Shi Jing looked at Xiao Wu's back and was a little dazed.

Xiaowu is tall, much taller than the average palace maid.

This stature is similar to those of the secret guards.

If the emperor's hand is not healed for a day, Du Jiyan will have to wait for him for a day.

When Dr. Zhang went to see the emperor and prescribe medicine, he said that the swelling in the emperor's hand would be completely reduced in two days, and he would just need to drink some anti-swelling medicine.

The emperor still refused, saying that it was a small injury and did not bother him, but that the medicine was poisonous. I had no serious problem, so I just stopped taking the medicine.

Dr. Zhang didn't know why. He had heard of people who concealed illnesses and avoided medical treatment. This was the first time he heard that he was afraid of healing too quickly.

Gao Rang knew full well that the emperor clearly wanted Du Jiyan to continue serving him.

In front of Du Jiyan, the emperor always pretended to be extremely pitiful.

"I'm afraid my hands are useless. Why are they still not flexible?"

"Oh, I can't hold the chopsticks, and I can't open the memorial. Du Chang is here, please come and rub it for me."

He is the emperor, so he can only do as he pleases.

Du Jiyan waited beside him obediently, panting from exhaustion.

Fortunately, during this period, I read memorials, read playbooks, watered the flowers in the palace, and repaired the golden clock together with the emperor, so we spent a lot more time together.

During the meal, the emperor was afraid that Du Jiyan would be hungry, so he kept bringing him vegetables. Sometimes he would bring her lotus root boxes, and sometimes he would bring her sauce beef, meatballs, fried eggs, and stuffed yams.

The plates in front of Du Jiyan piled up into a hill.

The emperor was proud: "You didn't serve me in vain, did you? I love you, right?"

"emperor."

"Are you so moved that your eyes fill with tears and you want to commit yourself to it?"

"Your Majesty, you can pick vegetables with your hands." Du Jiyan knew clearly that the Emperor was just faking it, but he didn't reveal it until now.

Exposed.

The emperor put down his chopsticks in embarrassment: "Perhaps. Maybe this is a reflection of my past?"

Looking back, hehe, he is a typical example of making things up with his eyes open.

"Now that the emperor's hand is healed, it's time for my concubine to return." Du Jianyan said that she was lucky enough to serve her. She gained three pounds in the past few days.

"Don't leave, I won't eat you."

"Look at the time, it will be time for Mr. Wei to come to bed. It's not good for me to be here all the time."

"Are you jealous?" The emperor pinched Du Jiyan's face. "I have come to take care of the emperor recently. The kitchen in my concubine's kitchen is almost deserted. The Empress Dowager of Cining Palace, the Empress of Jingren Palace and other concubines are still waiting to take care of my business." Du Yan said about the Taihe Palace. , the emperor opened the curtain and chased out: "Du Changzai, you have played this game of playing hard to get, and when I catch you -"

"Jingren Palace Wei's greetings to the emperor." Wei Guiren came early as usual. At this time, he just walked up the steps and saw Du Jiyan chasing after each other with the emperor. He also understood the general idea in his heart, but he didn't make it public. He looked at the emperor gently.

The emperor held on to the railing and stopped: "Your Majesty Wei is here. Come in."

Changle Palace.

Meng Yuzhu is making socks under the lamp.

The socks are loose and embroidered with golden dragon patterns.

Tian Lingyue sat at the bottom, stroking the sewn socks and couldn't help but sigh. The imperial concubine was a good dancer, and her sock-making skills were not inferior to those of the embroiderers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Not only is the gold dragon embroidery vivid, but the socks are also made soft and lightweight.

"The emperor must like your concubine's craftsmanship very much."

While making socks, Meng Yuzhu asked Tian Lingyue: "Recently, Du Chang has been going to the Taihe Palace to serve. Dafu went to the Taihe Palace to inquire about the news. He said that she returned to Wanru Palace at Shen time every day. Before You time, Wei The noble man then went to the Taihe Palace. How many times did you go to see Nectarine, and how many times did you let the people in the Wanru Palace see it?"

"I wanted to see Nectarine as promised, and no one dared to stop her. However, Nectarine was very defensive of me and unwilling to talk to me. I called her out to walk for a while and then let her go back. "

"That" Meng Yuzhu gestured with needle and thread on her socks.

Tian Lingyue was so smart that she immediately lowered her voice by three points: "Everything is subject to your Majesty's arrangement."

That night, something happened in Changle Palace.

According to the slaves, they heard a whining sound on the roof in the middle of the night, like someone sitting on the eaves and whistling, but it was more miserable than the whistle. After a while, there was the sound of falling stones again, and it sounded like footsteps.

At the second watch, the imperial concubine was thirsty and wanted some water. She opened the curtain and sat up. She saw an unkempt man hanging by the window, wearing a silver hairpin and wearing a fragrant cloud gauze gifted by the emperor. She was wearing clothes and holding a silver-red round fan in her hand, as if she was trying to swat butterflies, more like a palace concubine.

With the faint light, the imperial concubine wanted to see the man's face clearly, but she saw the man lifted his long hair from his face. Under the long hair, his facial features could not be seen clearly. His face was pale and without any blood, and his bright red tongue was hanging out. One foot long.

The man first floated outside the window, then moved left and right at a very fast speed. There were no eyeballs in the pair of black eyes, but instead there were a few drops of blood and tears.

The imperial concubine was so frightened that the maid who brought the tea was so frightened that she dropped the teacup. The little eunuch on night duty was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Then the imperial concubine became ill, and there was no need to go to Jingren Palace to pay her respects.

Listening to Tian Yao's description of the scene that night, the Queen's brows furrowed like earthworms.

Other less timid concubines, such as Zhao Yingsheng, Bao Guiren and others, were even more afraid and wanted to hear it.

"Is the imperial concubine really sick? The imperial concubine is not a timid person." The queen sighed: "Can the imperial doctor go and see her?"

"The imperial doctor has already gone to see her. He said that she was too frightened and had broken her mind. She prescribed a prescription for tranquility and peace of mind for the imperial concubine to take."

"Changle Palace is really haunted? Did Tian promise you to see it for yourself?"

Tian Lingyue knelt down in Jingren Palace with an honest look: "That night I copied scriptures for the Queen Mother. I fell asleep on the table after copying, so I never saw it in person. But I heard from the serving maid and eunuch, The palace maid serving tea and the eunuch on night duty saw the ghost floating down from the beams, wearing fragrant cloud gauze clothes and holding a silver-red round fan, as if trying to swat butterflies. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, and his tongue was stretched out for a foot. For a long time, it has been floating in Changle Palace."

The Queen has been weak for many years and cannot make up for it even with regular food and supplements.

Tian Lingyue described it so vividly that the queen was so shocked that she ate two snacks to suppress her pounding heart.

Guiren Wei said leisurely: "Since Tian agreed to live in Changle Palace, if there is a ghost, why did she only go to the imperial concubine and not go to Tian to agree?"

Wei Guiren secretly thought that she had been sleeping with her for some days continuously. This was a benefit that the Queen Mother had fought for for her. The discussion of ghosts and gods was taboo in the harem, but Meng Yuzhu was frightened at this time. She was probably pretending to be a ghost, just to win the emperor's favor. I feel pity and want to win favor.

The queen said: "Zhao Ning, you are still young, so naturally you don't understand the truth behind this."

"Please express it clearly, the Queen."

"Tian promised her to copy scriptures all year round. Those ghosts are most afraid of scriptures, so they don't dare to look for her."

If it were anyone else, Mr. Wei might have said that he was stupid.

When the Queen said this, Mr. Wei could only sit silently and listen.

Everyone listened to a round of stories and ate some refreshments. Tian Lingyue lay on the ground and said Meng Yuzhu's request: "The imperial concubine is still uneasy after taking the medicinal soup. I think her heart is not in her right place. The imperial concubine's I mean, I would like to invite the eminent monks from outside the palace to come in and perform rituals, and maybe drive them away."

"Drive them away? Drive them to where?" The Queen was horrified.

"The empress said that if an eminent monk recited Buddhist teachings, it might be possible to resolve the problem."

Everyone was talking and talking.

When returning from Jingren Palace, everyone felt a chill on their backs. They were in groups and did not dare to go alone.

When Zhao promised to follow Bao Guiren to the imperial garden, falling flowers were flying and a cold wind blew. The two were so frightened that they leaned against the rocks and did not dare to move.

"You heard what Tian promised, right? He said that the ghost was wearing a fragrant cloud gauze dress and holding a silver-red round fan. Think about it, who in the palace would like to dress like this?"

"Who?"

"Why have you forgotten that the imperial concubine had Ming Yingxing by her side before? Ming Yingsheng loved to follow the imperial concubine around everywhere."

Mentioning Ming Wenxing, Bao Guiren also had some impression. Ming Wenxing relied on the support of the imperial concubine and committed evil everywhere, making people's teeth itch with hatred. Later, he was punished by the emperor and sent to the cold palace and died there.

"Ming promised that she must be angry that the imperial concubine did not go to the cold palace to save her, or she died unjustly in the cold palace, so her ghost lingers and wanders everywhere. It was in Changle Palace before, but she is not allowed to go anywhere in the future."

"Didn't she say that when she was alive, she liked to swat butterflies in the imperial garden?" Zhao promised to say more, but felt that something was wrong. No wonder there was a gust of wind, and now they were in the imperial garden.

Don't stay here for long.

Zhao promised and Bao Guiren were about to leave, but suddenly he heard a resentful voice coming from the flowers behind the rocks: "Zhao promised - Bao Guiren - don't leave - stay with me."

Zhao promised and Bao Guiren felt like they were about to die. Their legs felt like they were filled with lead and they couldn't move no matter how hard they walked.

"Come back."

Zhao promised Bao Guiren to stay.

"Come back!"

It’s impossible not to look back.

Zhao promised and Bao Guiren covered their eyes with handkerchiefs and supported each other to stand firm.

"Long time no see, are you okay?" There was a figure wearing fragrant cloud gauze in the flowers, with her hair disheveled, holding a silver-red round fan floating around in the flowers. In her hand, she was holding a big red fan. Oil paper umbrella.

The two of them were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak out. They noticed that the ghost was getting closer and closer. They didn't care much. They cried and stumbled back, falling several times along the way.

It wasn't until they closed the palace door, huddled under the covers, and covered their heads that they felt they were still alive.

"Bao Guiren, do you see clearly? Did you agree to it clearly?"

"You can see clearly, it's her. The way she flutters the butterflies is the same as when she was alive."

"Why is she holding a red paper umbrella? Is she afraid of rain?"

"I have been petless all year round. In addition to counting floor tiles, I occasionally read books. I heard that ghosts are not afraid of rain, but afraid of the scorching sun. The sun is very poisonous at the moment. If a ghost is hit by the sun, it will immediately disappear. She has been dead for a long time, she must be a bad ghost. Seeing how she dares to go out during the day with an umbrella, you know that we are in danger, and we don’t know who she will harm next."