Lanyue Pavilion is not large in scale, but it is quiet and elegant. There is also a huge peach tree in the garden, but it has not yet reached the flowering season, and it is only lush and green.
Song Baozhu stood on the steps and looked at the palace servants standing with their heads bowed below. There were four women and four men in total. There was no look of joy on their faces when they saw the new master.
That's right, a concubine who was thrown into the palace is, to put it bluntly, just another cold palace.
Song Baozhu patiently listened to everyone's self-introductions and then returned to the inner hall. The interior of the palace was simply decorated. Song Baozhu's eyes moved around, but he unexpectedly discovered a carpet with a pattern unique to the Mi Gen Kingdom.
"This!" Song Baozhu looked at the complicated patterns under his feet in surprise. He felt a little more comforted in the quietness of this deep palace.
The palace maid who just called herself Haitang came in with tea. Looking at the surprised Song Baozhu, she said, "This is the former residence of Imperial Concubine Shujia in Fulin Palace, so there is a carpet like this."
Haitang brought tea to Song Baozhu. Song Baozhu looked at her thin white fingers and gentle eyebrows, and somehow he felt a lot of good feelings.
"So that's how it is." Song Baozhu's joy was extinguished instantly, and instead there was a hint of melancholy.
At night, Song Baozhu was sitting by the window. Yue Nu thoughtfully brought a small blanket, but it couldn't cover Song Baozhu's heart.
There was a night breeze caressing the window coffin, which also blew away the remaining hope in Song Baozhu's heart. Her eyes were dull and empty, but she didn't know where she was looking.
"Yue Nu..." Song Baozhu murmured. Yue Nu held her hand worriedly and said that she was here.
"I've hurt you, you may have to be trapped here with me." Song Baozhu's eyes were like a deep lake, filled with tears at this moment.
With everything that has happened recently, Yue Nu couldn't help but cry. But Song Baozhu was never one to bow to adversity, and the pride of a noble girl was always her glory.
Instead, Song Baozhu held Yue Nu's hand tightly, "Yue Nu, I promise you, it won't be long. We must live well, for our family and our motherland."
The eyes that were sad just now suddenly became full of determination, and Yue Nu nodded fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, Song Baozhu came to Fulin Palace for less than half a year.
In the past six months, she had explored more than half of the Floating Scale Palace. Although there is no luxury in life, fortunately, basic protection is provided.
In these days, I gradually became more and more popular. She came to work as a palace servant for Song Baozhu reluctantly, but finally she couldn't hold it any longer.
One day, Song Baozhu just got up from his nap, and two women and three men, led by a palace maid named Yin Ping, broke in.
Song Baozhu, who was about to wake up, looked at the menacing people in front of the bed in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
But before Song Baozhu could speak, the silver bottle began to cry and fell to the ground with tears in his eyes and cried: "My dear concubine, please give me a way to survive!"
The rest of the people seemed to have received the instruction, and they all knelt down and started crying and shouting.
No matter how sleepy Song Baozhu was, he was still frightened by such a scene. However, Yue Nu reacted first and said angrily what they were going to do.
Yin Ping pretended to be aggrieved and raised his head, tears still hanging on the tip of his nose.
"The slaves were originally sent to the palace as slaves and maids because their families were too poor to survive."
After saying that, he wiped away the tears with his sleeves and continued to pour out the bitter water.
"Originally, we were very happy to be pointed out to the noble concubine's palace, but...but..."
The silver bottle suddenly jammed, and looking at her evasive eyes, Song Baozhu understood that she did not dare to make it too clear that Song Baozhu's fate of being abandoned was already obvious.
Just because Song Baozhu is still a noble concubine, even if she is no longer favored.
Song Baozhu looked at the people in front of him calmly. Since he came to Lanyue Pavilion, there were not many things to do every day, but even the most basic tasks of sweeping clothes and serving tea and pouring water were still a mess.
Song Baozhu originally wanted them to serve him, but he was wronged. So even if the silver vase broke the tea cup he brought from Mi Gen Country, he just said a few words without any pain.
Okay...it turns out that he is waiting for me here.
Seeing Song Baozhu's stern look, the palace officials kept silent and looked at each other with a guilty conscience, not knowing what to say.
In order to cover up the embarrassment, the silver bottle took out a handkerchief and wiped the long-dried tears at the corners of his eyes.
Song Baozhu took a long breath and condensed the frustration in his heart into a sentence. Yue Nu and others were a little surprised.
"My concubine, these people look down upon others, we can't let them go so easily!"
Song Baozhu looked at Yuenu's indignant look and thought to herself that she was indeed the most considerate girl I grew up with. She felt sad and angry for me.
Song Baozhu smiled in relief and took Yue Nu's hand.
"If you can't keep her, let her go. If I keep someone who doesn't work together, I'm afraid of endless trouble." After that, he asked Yue Nu to disperse some money.
Although Yue Nu was so angry that he threw all the silver on the ground, but when those people saw the silver in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more disgusted.
When the farce ended with them holding the money in their hands with false gratitude, nodding and bowing and walking out the door, Song Baozhu realized that there were still three people standing by the door.
He was probably attracted by the movement here. The afternoon sunshine shone in the room, making Song Baozhu a little dazzled. He could only wave and summon the three people to come over.
"They are all gone. If you don't want to serve me anymore, you can go to Yue Slave and get the money and leave."
It's a lie to say he's not angry, Song Baozhu said with the idea of breaking the jar so that he could be clean for himself.
"Your concubine!" Haitang quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Song Baozhu solemnly. "This slave is willing to serve your Majesty for the rest of your life. Your Majesty... is a rare and good person."
Song Baozhu looked at the determined Haitang and was a little surprised. Just as he was about to say something, a thin figure also knelt down.
"This slave is also willing to serve his wife for the rest of his life, without any second thoughts."
Song Baozhu looked at the maid who was still standing. She was the youngest maid in Lanyue Pavilion, named Azi.
Azi pursed her lips and followed Haitang's lead in saluting solemnly, "Slave too."
Song Baozhu felt a warm current in his heart, and the sadness that had just been stirred up by Yin Ping and his group finally calmed down.
"Haitang, you have always been a prudent person, but I don't know. In your eyes, I am a rare good person. Where do you start talking about this?"
Song Baozhu leaned over and helped Haitang, who was kneeling on the ground, and Yue Nu also instructed to help the other two people.
"Haitang once served another nobleman, but that nobleman treated his servants harshly and never treated us as human beings. He was either a whip or a board. During that time, I didn't have a single piece of good skin on my body."
After saying that, Haitang lifted up his sleeves, and some old scars could be vaguely seen on them.
Song Baozhu pulled up her sleeves distressedly and looked at this woman. It turned out that she had suffered a lot in the past.
"My dear concubine, you never treated us harshly. You even gave us your own when you saw that our food was too simple that day." Haitang said with choked sobs.
Only then did Song Baozhu remember that his previous soft-heartedness had brought blessings to him now.
"That's right," Ah Zi agreed with Haitang's words and moved closer to Song Baozhu. "The slave is young and can change clothes quickly. The Ministry of Internal Affairs despises the slave. It was the noble concubine who pawned her valuable jewelry in exchange for cloth for the slaves."
This time, Song Baozhu felt embarrassed. Originally, these were trivial things to her, but she didn't want them to remember them until now.
Song Baozhu's eyes followed Ah Zi to the little eunuch standing beside Yue Nu with his head lowered.
"What about you, why don't you seek a good future for yourself?" Song Baozhu asked.
The young chamberlain raised his head, and Song Baozhu looked at that delicate face, recalling the scene when he met the chamberlain named Ayan on the first day in Lanyue Pavilion.
At that time, everyone introduced their names one by one according to the rules. Song Baozhu was still immersed in the complaint of being ruthlessly abandoned by the emperor, so naturally he was careless.
When they finally arrived at a chamberlain who looked tall and thin, a man's voice made Song Baozhu come back to his senses.
Song Baozhu raised his head and saw a man with a jade-like face. If it weren't for the clothes of a chamberlain, I would have thought that some young master had strayed into the depths of spring.
Ayan's voice was as gentle as water and blended into Song Baozhu's heart. Baozhu immediately became interested and looked at him carefully.
After a brief introduction, Ayan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the bright person in the hall. But Song Baozhu's eyes were so hot that he felt a little uncomfortable, and even his shoulders became a little stiff.
"A Yan?" Song Baozhu couldn't help but call out softly, "Which banquet is it?"
Ayan raised her head, looked at that beautiful and unspeakable face, and couldn't help but sigh at her fate of being abandoned by the emperor.
"Back to your concubine, it's a banquet." Ayan answered truthfully.
Song Baozhu pursed her red lips slightly and looked at Ayan's lowered eyelashes. "What a hilarious name. I'll trouble you later, Ayan."
This was the gentlest word someone had ever said to Ayan since he entered the palace. He raised his head in confusion and looked at Song Baozhu, whose eyes were pure white.
Song Baozhu came back from the memory of their first meeting and looked at the still thin man in front of her. He had never had any sense of presence in the Moon Pavilion and always worked silently.
But he would also take Song Baozhu's words to heart, and go to the garden every day to carefully pick flowers and put them in vases, so that the whole house of Lan Yue Pavilion could be full of spring.
"The slave's younger brother was seriously ill, and his uncle was too poor to afford medical treatment. Seeing that there was no way he could save his life, the slave hid behind the rockery and cried sadly, but was discovered by the noble concubine."
After listening to Ayan's words, Song Baozhu remembered that when she was walking that day, she was frightened by the sound of crying, and found out that it was Ayan who was crying.
"My only younger brother is the noble concubine. She did not hesitate to take off the most decent jewelry and give it to me so that I can buy medicine and let me take care of him when I travel to the palace."
Ayan said, his eyes slightly red.
"My younger brother has finally recovered. To me, my concubine is like a Bodhisattva in heaven."
Song Baozhu couldn't help but chuckle. In the past, her grandmother taught Baozhu to be kind-hearted. The good results from the past are now considered blessings.
Song Baozhu straightened her back and patted Haitang on the shoulder to cheer everyone up.
"Then from now on, we will depend on each other!"
The dull atmosphere was broken, and everyone laughed in relief. Since then, Lan Yue Pavilion has become a warm little world in this huge palace.
At night, when Song Baozhu was half asleep, a numbing love song penetrated his ears. It's thin and weak, and I can't hear it clearly.
Song Baozhu put on her coat and walked outside.
