After the empress and Concubine De left the Flower Gardening Pavilion, Liu Ying stayed in the corner of the garden and said with a smile that she asked Cen Xijin to quickly go back to Xiangzhang Courtyard with Wang Xiang to pack their clothes.
Cen Xijin was still a little confused, but Wang Xiang reacted quickly.
"Aunt Liuying, you mean," Wang Xiang was so excited that he no longer cared about the dignity and self-control of Miss Shangshufu. His moist eyes were filled with color and he asked hurriedly, "Is this what you want to do?" Shall I serve His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Serving...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? !
Cen Xijin felt a sudden thought, thinking that she was going to serve that arrogant little brat, she felt a little uncomfortable - she couldn't
Still remember that thing about the 80-year-old board!
Wang Xiang was extremely excited. She is not a good-looking young lady, but she has to condescend to come to the palace to be this useless little maid. Isn't it just to serve His Highness the Crown Prince and seek the best interests of the family?
Liu Ying smiled slightly and looked at Cen Xijin's dazed look, but she didn't say anything more. She just told the two of them softly: "When you two go to Chengqian Palace, don't always crowd around the palace people chattering. Keep your hands and feet in check." You must be clean and tidy, and your eyes must be able to see things. Many things must be thought of and done before His Highness notices them. Also--His Royal Highness is still young, so don’t think about things you shouldn’t think about. As long as you behave yourself, What is supposed to come will come naturally.”
The last sentence was meant for Wang Xiang.
Wang Xiang blushed, nodded, and said nothing.
Cen Xijin was very emotional and said: "I know. Auntie, you should also take care of yourself. If you want to eat braised food, just tell me."
After all, Liuying was kind to her. Although...she didn't want to go to Chengqian Palace to serve the prince, but she also knew that this was a blessing that many people could not hope for.
You can tell by looking at Wang Xiang's excitement.
Xiangzhang Courtyard is still the same Xiangzhang Courtyard, but Cen Xijin clearly felt many changes as soon as he came back.
The unfamiliar little palace maid was obviously much more polite to her and Wang Xiang.
However, the old friends of Xisi Pavilion, Peach Blossom and Primrose, treated them with a slight alienation.
Especially peach blossoms.
For Wang Xiang, she thought she could never compare with her in her life, but Hongyao, how could she win the favor of the Queen in a blink of an eye? Not only could she live in the Lama Temple, but she also gave her a decent name. In two days, I can actually go with Wang Xiang to serve His Highness the Crown Prince... Hongyao, Hongyao, why do you do that?
Taohua lowered her head and thought, probably, she relied on Wang Xiang.
If there is a way, if one person attains the way, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven.
But, obviously everyone is from Xisi Pavilion, why does Wang Xiang help Hongyao become rich and prosperous but not himself?
It seemed that Hongyao's little hooves must have said a lot of bad things about him in front of Wang Xiang.
Seeing Taohua's forced smile through gritted teeth, Cen Xijin felt extremely chilled.
All this was just over ten days.
Wang Xiang didn't feel too sentimental about this, and began to pack up his boxes as soon as he returned to Xisi Pavilion.
In the face of a glorious future, what do friends mean?
It’s extremely cold at high places.
The road to supreme power is paved with bones.
What's more, she should have had no interaction with these people, these lowly and lowly people.
"Are you that sad?" Wang Xiang stopped and looked at the stunned Cen Xijin with some contempt.
For Cen Xijin, friends are very important, so she asked: "I'm a little sad to lose a friend like this - Wang Xiang, aren't you sad?"
"Fortunately, I'm not like you. I never considered her my friend. The same goes for you." Wang Xiang glanced at her coldly, and then started to pack up his things quickly.
She has no friends.
She shouldn't have friends either.
Wang Xiang had already understood this when the back house was struggling.
Now in the palace, these two words, friends, are even more luxurious.
After packing his clothes, Cen Xijin went to Aunt Liu Fu's place to say goodbye.
"Be careful when you leave this door."
Aunt Liu Fu closed the door alone. From beginning to end, she only said this sentence.
Cen Xijin stood with one foot high and one foot low on the steps outside the door, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the slippery green moss, and carefully pondering the meaning of this sentence.
Chengqian Palace is not an ordinary palace, and His Highness the Crown Prince is not an ordinary master.
He will be the future emperor, of course - if nothing else happens.
Cen Xijin has seen the history of many dynasties and generations, and she clearly knows that many emperors were not actually born as princes.
And as soon as she entered the East Palace, she was as deep as the sea, and she became the prince's person from then on.
No matter how she speaks or acts in the future, she will be deeply branded as the prince/party.
Was he just "involved" in the storage dispute?
The only thing that makes Cen Xijin happy is that the prince is still young, so it is still too early to start a cruel battle for the throne.
However, the reality is often not what people expect.
Wang Xiang has a lot of things, boxes and cages of all sizes are spread all over the floor.
Ready-made clothes, brocades, ornaments, calligraphy and paintings, and even the treasures and ornaments of wealthy people all filled up three boxes.
The little palace ladies who gathered around to watch the excitement were all dumbfounded.
It actually made Cen Xijin's side look much shabbier.
Two pieces of denim clothes that were so old that they were stained, but fortunately there were no patches. Three pairs of wide-legged linen trousers, the style is also very old, and there are still
There are a few inconspicuous stitches, as if someone had used pants that had been altered.
Looking at Wang Xiang's pomp and circumstance, it's like heaven and earth.
Cen Xijin felt disgusted when he saw the ragged clothes.
It’s not that she hates being poor and loves being rich, it’s just that which woman in the world doesn’t like to wear beautiful clothes? Speaking of vanity, who is not vain?
Even in her previous life, when she was a teacher, she had to keep herself clean and fresh. When she went out, she would also see a beautiful scenery.
Cen Xijin hopes that he can face all this calmly.
But the hands he used to pack his clothes were clearly trembling; his eyes were lowered as low as possible for fear of being seen; the red fire on his face also spread to his ears.
In fact, maybe I really can't be that calm... Cen Xijin thought to himself.
Chengqian Palace is a good place.
Cen Xijin, who was choosing dishes outside the small kitchen of Linzhidian, sighed as if resigned to his fate.
Only two days after arriving, the illusions in her and Wang Xiang's hearts were shattered.
Wang Xiang was born well and good-looking, so he was assigned to serve in Linzhi Hall. But because I was good at making braised food, I was assigned to the small kitchen in Linzhidian...
Ordinarily, Wang Xiang should be very happy, but the reality is far from that.
There are too many maids around His Royal Highness.
There are two wet nurses, and I heard that they nursed His Highness the Prince until he was two years old. Now, even though the Prince is separated from the nurse, there is still some affection between them.
There are four eldest maids, all in their twenties. Although all of them are beautiful and pretty, His Highness the Crown Prince has to call them Mammies.
The second-class maids are about the same age as the prince, and they include Bee'er, Butterfly, Moth and Dragonfly.
The third-class maids are just a group.
Wang Xiang was able to enter the Linzhi Palace as soon as she arrived. She was only a third-class palace maid. Linzhi Palace was so big that she could only stand near the door to serve her for two days. Her back and legs were sore from standing every day, but she couldn't even wait. There was no chance to open the curtain for the prince.
As for the one who was busy cooking in the small kitchen, choosing vegetables and doing chores, she didn't even wait, she was directly a cannon fodder-level little palace maid.
Chengqian Palace is indeed very good, but the water is a bit deep...
