Chapter 262

Those medicine children's medical skills may not be as high as Poria cocos. They usually take care of her a little more. When they feel unwell, they can also use her.

There were two people coming in outside the yard. One was mammy Wu, who was in charge of the laundry Bureau, and the other was a young eunuch. Seeing the visitors clearly, the old Mammy, who was just boasting, immediately stopped her anger and went to greet her with almost flattery: "Why are you here, Mammy Wu?"

Mammy Wu's eyes swept around the yard, ignoring the old Mammy's attentions, and said in a rather urgent voice, "call out the maid named Fuling."

"Yes." The old mother's mouth should be, but for a while can't remember who is Poria in the laundry, but Lanzhi is clever, and immediately said: "the maidservant will call her now."

Poria didn't go far either. When she heard Zhilan's voice, she looked back and saw mammy Wu and eunuch Wu in the hospital. She felt a bad feeling in her heart. Even so, Poria still walked towards them.

Mammy Wu looked at her secretly and asked, "are you Poria?"

"Yes."

The plain face is pretty, and the quiet temperament is really more special than that of ordinary palace maids. Mother Wu waved her hand and said, "clean up and go with your father-in-law."

Where to? There was a question in her heart, but Poria didn't ask for an exit. She had only been here for half a month, and there was nothing to clean up. She put down her sleeves, and poria left behind the little Eunuch in silence. Looking at Fu Ling's back, mother Wu raised her mouth. She walked away with the eunuch without changing her face or saying anything. Is this woman really so happy with the situation, or is her mind so deep?

Lanzhi went to wumammy and asked softly, "wumammy, where is tuckahoe going?" In the past, if the palace maids were sent to other places, they would pack up their things by themselves. Fu Ling and her father-in-law came to take her, which made Lanzhi curious.

Mammy Wu said with a slight sneer, "the emperor's newly appointed concubines asked her to serve them. They will no longer be low-ranking maids."

The concubines are second only to the imperial concubines. With such a master, they are naturally superior. Lanzhi secretly scolds. Poria always pretends to be aloof from the rest of the world and indifferent. In fact, she doesn't like to cling to the dignitaries behind her, or she doesn't know that she's courting the master. Lanzhi raises a sweet smile, pretends to ask casually: "green Is the concubine the beauty? "

"It was the bright moon who sent the young lady."

"What?"

That - ugly? Lanzhi's Apricot eyes are round and staring. The emperor loves that horrible face? I heard a few days ago that she was put into prison. How could a pheasant become a phoenix in the past ten days?!

Lanzhi startled mammy Wu with this deceitful look, and whispered, "ask what you do so much, and go to work."

At her feet were baskets of clothes that hadn't been washed, and there was a pool of dirty water behind her. Lanzhi couldn't help it. At that time, they went to serve miss Qingjia together. Today, only Poria has such a good job. It's only because she has no vision. If she doesn't hurry to escape, it's her who left today!

At noon in early summer, the sun penetrated the branches and leaves on both sides of the Palace Road, and fell on the body no longer hot, but still dazzling. Tuckahoe slightly lowered her head and silently followed the father-in-law in front of her. She didn't ask where she was going to take her. She didn't care, but it was useless to ask. If she really wanted to go where she couldn't say, her inquiry would not bring her answers, instead, it was made Why do you have to be someone else's burden?

The laundromat is in the most partial courtyard of the back palace. After a long walk, they stop in front of a palace. Fu Ling looks up at the gate of the palace and recognizes that this is Shuyun palace. In those days, the palace of the lady, who died in childbirth, has been uninhabited. When she looked at the three brand-new characters of "Qingfeng Palace" on the plaque of the Qing palace, she could not help sighing. In those days, the lady was used to the Imperial Palace and had unlimited scenery. How noble that was. Now the Si people have passed away for only three years, not to mention the emperor, but also the eunuch palace girls in the palace. Few people even remember it.

Still with her head down, tuckahoe enters the hall. A young woman comes forward and looks at her up and down without trace. She politely asks, "but sister tuckahoe?"

Sister? The palace maids are also divided into 369 grades. Looking at her delicate and soft light blue Palace Dress, I know that she is a close-up palace maiden beside the master. Although she is not more noble than a female official, she shouldn't be called a junior sister of the palace maids? Poria's heart was puzzled, and she carefully replied, "your maidservant is right."

She kept her head down. Lan'er couldn't see her face clearly. When she heard that she was called her sister, she wasn't too surprised. She didn't take advantage of her words. She had a calm temperament and a modest attitude. She should get along well. After all, she was a palace maid appointed by Qing's concubines. She must be the most favored one. It would be better to please her later. Lift up a smile, Lan'er said with a smile: "my name is Lan'er, please follow me."

The heart lake, which has been peaceful all the way, is now in a little trouble. Tuckahoe surmises that when she was in the women's Medical Center, she was only seeing a few talents and beauties who were not allowed to be spoiled. Jieyu couldn't get on her turn. When I arrived at the laundry, it was impossible to meet with the ladies of the palace. Who wanted to see her? Tuckahoe has no time to think about it. Lan'er has taken her to a big screen and whispered to it, "Mommy, sister tuckahoe is here."

Although still don't understand what is going on, tuckahoe or according to court etiquette, kneeling salute: "maidservant tuckahoe, please say hello to your mother."

"Lan'er, you leave." A low female voice came from the inner room. The voice was too small. Tuckahoe couldn't hear her clearly. Lan'er, who was nearby, retreated after the nimble bow salute.

The people inside didn't speak for a long time. In such a large palace, they could only hear their breath quietly. Tuckahoe felt his heart beating faster, which was a fear of the unknown. Fortunately, the person inside didn't let her wait too long, and said again, "tuckahoe, you come in."

"Yes." This time, the voice was a little louder than before. Poria listened very well. For a while, she couldn't remember where she had heard it. She didn't dare to delay too long. Poria got up and crossed the screen, lifted layers of curtains, and stood in the corner of the inner room.

"Come and give me a hand." The girl's voice sounded again, and the breath was rather tight. Tuckahoe looked up to the bed. A woman in white grabbed the curtain and supported the edge of the bed with one hand. She was trying to stand up. The Untied green silk was scattered all over the ground. The plain white brocade made her face even paler. Even so, the slightly raised eyebrows, the proud Bridge of the nose, the gently opened lips, all of them were beautiful. Just a sick side face, it was so beautiful that people were shocked.

It's her? Until the woman also turned to look at her, the deep scar on the other side of her face was clearly visible, tuckahoe did not dare to confirm that she was Qingling. No, now she should be called Qingfeng. A few days ago, Lanzhi told her that Haoyue sent the wrong beauty.

No wonder it's called Qingfeng hall. Tuckahoe sighed to himself that the fate of life was indeed beyond anyone's guess. Half a month ago, it was the "gift" sent by the bright moon, but now it is the high concubine.

Tuckahoe stood in the corner and stared at her motionless. She couldn't hide her surprise. Qingfeng couldn't help laughing. "Is there such a surprise?" It seems that she became a concubine overnight, which really scared many people.

Poria cocos came back to her. As usual, she lowered her head slightly and went to help her. She said respectfully, "your servant knows your sin."

Standing up, Qingfeng frowned and looked at the woman beside him. She could not see what she was thinking on her quiet face, but she could feel the alienation behind Poria. If she just wants more than one maid, why choose her? Qingfeng wanted to go to the window reclining chair and sit down. Now she changed her mind.

Qingfeng sat down again, grabbed tuckahoe's wrist, pulled her over and sat down with her. Tuckahoe was shocked and wanted to get up. Qingfeng held on to her hand, but she did not dare to struggle. After careful consideration, tuckahoe finally sat down.

Tuckahoe sat down quietly, and Qingfeng let go of her hand. She was silent, but Qingfeng didn't beat around the Bush and said directly, "you are the first person I saw in this palace, and the first person who didn't escape from me and helped me. I hope you can stay with me. Of course, if you don't want to, I can help you go back to the women's hospital. I know that you were a doctor

Poria cocos still sat quietly with a light face, and did not change a little because of the words of Qingfeng. She respectfully replied coldly: "the maid is just a inferior maid, with mediocre medical skills, and she can't do anything for her mother." She only helped her out of a little pity left in her heart. If she wanted to cling to the power, she would not be over the Double Tenth, and she was just a junior maid.

Qingfeng smiled and asked, "what do you think I want you to do when I keep you by my side?"

Tuckahoe really can't guess what green maple left her to do around her, and doesn't want to guess, only speechless.

Tuckahoe is silent again, and Qingfeng is not angry. Leaning lightly on the head of the bed, he asks endlessly, "tuckahoe, is there a person you can trust in this imperial palace?"

Tuckahoe's heart quivered gently, and there was a little wave in her indifferent eyes. Although she soon disappeared, she could not escape the eyes of Qingfeng. She held her forehead with one hand, and Qingfeng waited patiently for her answer. After a long time, tuckahoe whispered back: "No."

Qingfeng shook his head and said with a low smile, "it's really sad." Although he said it with a smile, his dissatisfaction and satire with the palace were not concealed. Tuckahoe mouth angle can not help but slightly raised, this woman is strong, straightforward, and unique in the palace, but I don't know how long this special can last.

"What's more sad is that I seem to fall into this kind of sorrow, but?" Qingfeng pauses for a while. Looking at the Poria cocos beside her, Qingfeng whispers, "I don't want to do that."