"You little bastards, are you allowed to run wild?"
The eunuch of Changxin Palace pointed at a few bullies and shouted loudly, and those people dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
The eunuch curled his lips, muttered that Concubine Jiang was not strict with her, and then stepped forward to help the people on the ground.
"Are you OK?"
"nothing."
The eunuch was hunched over, with a severely bent waist. He was wearing the lowest-grade eunuch uniform in the palace and was so dirty that it was hard to see. Even his ankles and wrists were exposed, presumably because no one had changed his clothes.
The jobs in the palace are different, and the treatment is also very different. If you have a good life and are appreciated by the master of any palace, you may become a master. If you are stupid, lazy, and unwilling to meet you, it will be no better than hell.
Song Wan couldn't bear to look at the exposed skin of the eunuch's hands and feet in front of him.
The hands were covered with bruises and bloodstains, and there were countless small exposed wounds. The palms and backs of the hands were full of scars from repeated frostbite attacks. One look at it and it was obvious that this man was a hard-working man who had suffered all year round and had no rest.
In the past, she had only seen injuries like this in medical books.
"Where are you on duty, why are you here?"
The young eunuch said: "My name is Ji Rong. Today I was asked by the Prince of the East Palace to come to Yanqing Palace to get some things from Eunuch Feng Sheng."
The eunuch of Changxin Palace heard this and explained: "These are all slaves whose names I have never heard of. It seems that these little bastards secretly lost money in gambling and sent him to ask for money, so they were slapped."
When Song Wan saw the bullied eunuch nodding, he asked Heng Wu to give him two taels of silver: "If you really have nowhere to stay in the palace, you can go to Changxin Palace to find my aunt."
It is true that he has old wounds on his body and is not fake, and his speech is not as smooth as ordinary eunuchs. This kind of person will definitely not be tolerated in the palace. Changxin Palace is not afraid of having him as a sweeping eunuch, but for Ji Rong, it may not be possible. Permission saves a life.
Unexpectedly, when he heard this, he just shook his head blankly: "The young one is on duty in the East Palace."
"Little bastard, why are you toasting me and not eating the fine wine?"
Song Wan smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, as long as he has a place to settle down, and I also respect His Highness the Crown Prince, so there is nothing wrong with being in the East Palace."
After saying this, the eunuchs beside Ji Rong and Song Wan were stunned.
The Lord of the East Palace has been paralyzed for half a year, and the position of the crown prince is in vain. Even the eunuchs like him can't help but show disdain when they mention the East Palace. They did not expect that noble ladies like Song Wan would say anything about respecting the prince.
After all, the prince went to a neighboring country as a hostage at the age of five. When he came back, he was a disabled person and had no sense of presence in the palace. However, the third prince born to her aunt was the favorite to become the next prince.
After Song Wan finished speaking, he turned around and left, but Ji Rong murmured: "Why...respect the prince?"
Song Wan replied with a smile: "The king has father, heaven and mother. The prince is born from the emperor. Naturally, he has the same blessings as the emperor. They have protected the people of the country for many years, so I respect the prince."
Ji Rong looked at Song Wan's leaving figure, feeling surprised.
He returned to the East Palace all the way, and saw that the entire East Palace was no different from a cold palace. It was cold and lonely, and the maids and eunuchs were also undisciplined.
"Where did you go? That thing inside peed on the couch again. It was so noisy that you didn't hurry up and clean it up."
Seeing him coming back, a palace maid sitting in front of the East Palace bedroom urged him sharply. Ji Rong heard this and walked in.
The bright yellow palace of the prince was filled with a stinky smell. He walked to the golden couch, looked at the prince with sunken cheeks and all the flesh on his body and said, "It's not like you have suffered in vain. There are still people who miss you." Credit goes."
Talking about endless blessings is just an excuse.
The imperial court's national power is weak, so sending a five-year-old child as a hostage to a neighboring country would be a great shame and humiliation. Today, the Holy Emperor exchanges the prince's life for ten years of peace. But when the prince returns to the court, what greets him is not honor and favor, but contempt and contempt.
Just because the prince lives for a day, the entire court, from the emperor to the ministers, will have to bear the name of incompetence. If the prince does not die for a day, no one will be able to forget the unbearable fact that he will exchange the body of a child for the stability of the world.
Therefore, no one dares to say that the twelve years of peace were given by the prince, and no one dares to say that they respect the prince.
Ji Rong looked at the prince whose eyes were cloudy and who was making unconscious noises from his mouth. He helped him up and quickly changed the quilt under him with his hands and feet.
Everyone is waiting for Dong Gong to die soon, but they don't expect him to survive for eight years.
If it weren't for the fact that the third prince is still young and the eldest prince is really difficult to take on a big responsibility, the Holy Emperor might have killed the prince early in order to eliminate the shame in his heart.
Song Wan's words today not only shocked Ji Rong, but also the eunuch of Changxin Palace felt sad.
"Madam, don't mention that person again in the future."
Seeing him pointing to the east, Song Wan smiled and nodded.
After the farce was over, several people started strolling around in the small garden of Yanqing Palace. She didn't even see Concubine Shang Jiang until they left.
Seeing Jiang Xingjian come out, Song Wan bowed to Concubine Jiang in the flower window from afar.
"Song Wan is acceptable."
Jiang Man fiddled with his broken nails with an expressionless expression. The maid next to him heard this and said, "My uncle has admired Song family girls since he was a child. Since I think Song Wan is acceptable, why do you beat her up?"
"Why?"
Jiang Man sighed: "To give birth to the third prince for Song Yuning, the Song family is blocking the way of this palace."
"Old Marquis's border affairs..."
Jiang Man raised his eyebrows, full of ambition: "It doesn't matter whether dad was harmed by the Song family or not. What's important is that the third prince and my Shu'er will have a fight in the future. The victory or defeat of the tiger and Si's meeting is still unknown. I can't let Yi There is only the slightest chance of being soft-hearted."
"And long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. If the two of them are destined not to have a good ending, it would be better not to have started in the first place."
Jiang Man looked at Jiang Xingjian's back and whispered, and then left when he saw him walking out of the hall.
Song Wan saw that after Jiang Xingjian came out of Yanqing Palace, the expression on her face became a little lighter, and she was far less gentle and warm than before. She felt sad and felt a little helpless and aggrieved for a moment.
Jiang Xingjian walked in front with a sullen face, struggling and pain hidden in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that Song Wan was innocent, but he also understood that she and the Song family were of the same mind. Without the Song family's planning in front, there would be no Song Wan glory behind.
The woman's mind was delicate and sensitive. Seeing his cold expression, Song Wan knew that it was Concubine Jiang who had said something. She looked at Jiang Xingjian and suddenly felt some courage.
He was her husband, and she couldn't let the two of them stay so cold.
Song Wan's face turned crimson, and he pursed his lips and walked a few steps quickly.
She looked at Jiang Xingjian's hand for a long time before she mustered up the courage to hold it gently.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xingjian's arm froze, and after thinking for a moment, he threw her away and never looked back.
