Chapter 157: There are ghosts in this place!

"Miss, it's so humid in this yard. Be careful not to wet your shoes. Come here quickly." Guipi said and reached out to pull her, but Zichu suddenly clapped his hands at the flower branch and smiled, "No, I think the scenery of this yard is very beautiful, but the room looks a little old, and I don't know what treasures are hidden in it. Let's go in and have a look.

After saying that, he picked up his soft and thin skirt in one hand and walked into the half-covered room with cinnamon in the other.

When I went in, I realized that there was a study in this Zhiwei Hall. It used to be very elegant, but now it looks very old because it is uninhabited, as if it has not been cleaned up for a long time.

Because it is located in a remote and overcast area, and it is not clear after the rain, the door shaft is soaked and expanded by the rain. When the four dark brown doors opened side by side, it makes a long "squeak" sound, which is indescribably dull.

The light in the room is also dark and obscure. The first thing you see is the pale cobweb, and the tables and chairs are also very messy. The dust got heavier and heavier in the court. Zichu walked in front, and cinnamon followed closely. He couldn't help sneezing and whispered, "Miss, you'd better wait outside first. It's not clean here. I'd better clean it first."

When Zi first heard the words, he just smiled faintly, "What are you afraid of? When I expected to offend him before, I knew that it would be a little bitter. It seems that Junyu is still a gentleman. Although he drove me here, he didn't do anything to me. This result is already very good. Come on, let's clean it up together."

Seeing that she looked firm, cinnamon did not dare to say much, so she had to lower her head and follow her, looking for an old feather duster and began to dust around.

After cleaning up with cinnamon, Zichu took advantage of the sweat on his face and inadvertently glanced to look out of the window. He saw that the sun outside had risen so high, and the sparrows on the tree were still chattering, while the old book scroll on the bookcase had turned yellow, the golden paint on the carved lacquer chair was also a little remnants, and the spider silk was even more involved. It can't be easily brushed.

There are tiles scattered on the eaves, and a few rays of light are reflected in front of the bookcase. The dust inside can't stop floating and jumping, and you can faintly hear the messy laughter of the past.

She sighed gently and stretched her sore waist. Finally, he sat down at the desk that had been wiped clean, and said to himself in a creaky tone, "You must get through it, just get through it!"

While Zichu and Guipi were busy moving, Prince Junyu was also busy with the political affairs in the court all morning. He was focused on dealing with many military and state affairs, so the matter of Zichu's relocation seemed a little trivial.

The maids and maids around the prince knew the reason. They were all cautious, and even the East Palace showed unusual calm.

After dealing with the memorial of the pile, Jun Yusul can't help stretching his waist and sighing: "The world thinks that being reincarnated as a prince is the most blessed life. How can I know that this responsibility for the affairs of the dynasty? I dare not slack off at all day long, and I have to deal with all kinds of inspections of my father. Really It's the thankless work at both ends. I'm afraid the most bitter person in the world is the prince.

Hearing this, Liu Shan quickly smiled and said, "It is the blessing of His Royal Highness to work for the world. Therefore, all the people in the world are like a surging river, admiring you, His Royal Highness!"

"Oh, don't flatter the prince. This flattery is nothing new at all." Prince Junyu said, put down his red pen and stood up, patted his palm on the rounded faucet of the imperial case, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's been quiet these days, and it's still more than a month before the birthday of the emperor's grandmother. At that time, we must make a good arrangement to make the harem lively."

"Yes, the Ministry of Internal Affairs began to prepare these things a few months in advance." Liu San said and carefully helped Jun Yusulon out of the hall. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold of the hall, he felt that the oncoming breeze blew refreshing people's hearts.

Liu San peeped at Jun Yusang's face and saw that he seemed to be not in a bad mood, so he boldly smiled and said, "Your Highness, I have seen that the ubicus flowers everywhere in the East Palace have been blooming very well recently. Why don't I lead you to walk at will? By the way, enjoy the flowers and interact with the muscles and bones.

"Hiscus? Prince Ben did like this before, but the longer his mother passed away, the more he didn't want to see anything related to her.

Jun Yusund finished speaking, smiled leisurely and said, "Well, you just want me to go and see if she is right? How is she? If you go to Zhiweitang, do you have any complaints?

"This... In fact, I can't see how Miss Song went to Zhiweitang, but she still looks faint. This morning, I saw that their master and servant were busy collecting water and packing.

"Lightly?" Ha ha, as expected, this girl, even if she demoted her to such a place, she is still faint, right?

It's also strange. She always tries her best to invite favors in front of her, but she is like a pool of deep water that can't be touched. She is really not surprised by favor and humiliation, and she keeps a casual posture.

Thinking of this, Jun Yushuo repeated with a little annoyed and distressedly, "Light? She is indeed light. People say that the best conduct of a woman is that she is as light as a chrysanthemum and calm and noble. However, she is too light.

"Hey, Your Highness said that." Seeing this, Liu San was a little uncertain about the prince's thoughts, so he didn't dare to answer his words, so he had to laugh.

Jun Yunsuleng stood there and felt more and more that his heart could not be solved.

But now, she has said her thoughts so clearly, how can she be asked?

There is no cry looking for death and life, and there is no cold rejection for thousands of miles. If she really deliberately flatters, she can't believe it.

What should I do to her? Should she continue to force her to give in to herself, or let her live according to her own ideas?

Jun Yusul secretly clenched his hands. He faintly sensed the viciousness of fate and arranged for each other. Why did she know Jun Yuchen before herself?

He suddenly felt resentment in his heart and turned around and said, "Let's go. I'm going to Zhiwei Hall to have a look!"

Liu San and others were shocked when they heard the words and hurriedly greeted the little eunuch to prepare a car. Who knows, after walking more than half of the journey, Jun Yushus suddenly turned around and said with a pale face, "Go back!"

Two cold words made Liu San's second monk confused. What the hell is going on? Isn't it obvious that you can't let go of your master? Why is it almost at the door, but it is turned back?

Shortly after staying in Zhiweitang, that afternoon, someone came over with a lot of embroidery and said to Zichu and cinnamon: "The East Palace has never raised idle people unless it is the master's wife. You have to hand in these things before tomorrow night. If you don't do well, or deliberately be lazy and slippery, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

After saying that, these people threw down their things and turned around and left. Zichu and cinnamon were shocked. Seeing that the good silk had fallen to the ground, he quickly reached out to pick it up and carried it in.

When it comes to embroidery, cinnamon is the best. However, Zichu could only work next to him, but there were too many things sent by these people. That is, cinnamon's eyes turned red when he started working at night, and he still failed to hand over the embroidery as scheduled.

So, that night, the two masters and servants were punished for dinner. After enduring the fainting feeling of hunger and drinking two bowls of tea, Zichu and cinnamon were tired and closed their eyes and fell asleep.

It's also strange. When I got up the next morning, Zichu rubbed my eyelids and was about to find a way to get some breakfast to deal with my hungry belly. I fixed my eyes and saw that half of the embroidery items had been embroidered on the table before, and all of them had been embroidered!

is neatly placed aside, piece by piece, the size is very refreshing!

Zichu was shocked and quickly shouted cinnamon. But after she answered vaguely, she covered her mouth in surprise.

I saw cinnamon sleeping beside me and looking more tired than myself. So, didn't she stay up late last night to embroider these things?

"gui pi, come and have a look. What's going on?

After waking up the cinnamon, the master and servant picked up such a pile of things until they were sure that everything was embroidered and the embroidery was exquisite, so that people could not pick out any mistakes. Then they opened their mouths at each other and opened their eyes wide!

"Miss, there are ghosts in this yard!"

After cinnamon exclaimed like this, Zichu quickly made a silent gesture to her. She looked at those things again and finally shook her head and said, "Ghost? If there is such a kind-hearted ghost, isn't it better for us to be with ghosts than to live with those hypocrites?

The cinnamon also felt incredible. After a word, I thought about it for a long time, and finally said, "It's so strange. You see that the door laving when I went to bed last night was still tight. The window is also closed, and there is no trace of anyone coming. If this person helps us embroider things, then this man is really a master in the world.

Zichu was not afraid. After thinking about it, she picked up the pile of embroidery, snapped her fingers at cinnamon and said, "Whether she is a ghost, in short, we have three meals today. Let's take these things and get breakfast first!"

Since then, Zichu has become one of several embroidery women in charge of embroidery in the East Palace. It's strange that every time they come back from their errands, if they can't finish the embroidery at night, they must have helped them embroider them unconsciously when they get up the next morning. Not only that, this kind-hearted ghost is also skilled in embroidery. After several work, the stewards praised him.