Your majesty is a little sweet

The shop waiter finally came to his senses, and he said to Zhou Jun: "I understand what you mean, in fact, I have no unreasonable thoughts about you, but you are different from other women, you will chat with me, and you will joke with me , Listen to me complaining, other women don't do this at all, I really take you as a confidant."

It's true, other women don't leave the door, so even if the waiter in the shop wants to communicate with others, he has no chance.

The waiter sat across from Zhou Jun, and asked Zhou Jun curiously, "Since you like women, why do you want to go to the draft?"

Zhou Jun could not answer this question.

She shook her head and threatened the waiter, "Some things are too dangerous to tell you. If you know, you will be killed."

The waiter pouted, "You are as weak as a little white rabbit, you can do dangerous things, stop scaring me."

White Rabbit?

It was the first time someone described her like this, and those who had dealt with her kindly called her a vicious poisonous scorpion.

When she can't beat others, she will use hidden weapons, which is very cruel.

Zhou Jun likes the name Little White Rabbit, and the harmless image of humans and animals helps her complete the task.

Zhou Jun turned his head and asked the waiter with a smile, "Have you ever seen a little rabbit that can crush big rocks in its chest?"

The waiter, "..."

Needless to say, he had never seen this before.

Chapter 13

The carriage hired by the waiter is very good, but it is not ostentatious, and it does not make people look down on it or attract red eyes. In short, it is very measured.

Zhou Jun got into the carriage and began to thank the waiter in the shop, "You put your heart into finding such a good carriage. Thank you for your kindness. Regardless of whether I can choose it this time, I will treat you to a good drink to repay you."

The waiter pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, with a sad look on his face.

Zhou Jun was puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

The shop waiter replied to Zhou Jun, "I'm playing your servant today, I'm afraid I won't act like it, so I deliberately calmed down before going out, trying to get into the role."

Zhou Jun guessed, "Are you sad because you can't enter the role?"

The waiter shook his head, "That's not true, I'm melancholy mainly because I got too into the role."

Zhou Jun was puzzled.

The waiter sighed, "I imagined myself as a loyal servant who has served the Zhou family for more than ten years, and I imagined you as the pure and lovely eldest lady of the Zhou family. The Zhou family was in trouble and had to send the eldest lady into the palace. Turn the tide."

This plot is rich enough.

There is no future for the waiter, Zhou Jun decided to take the waiter back to Siting Town after the task is completed, and ask Mr. Kunlun to teach the waiter storytelling.

With the rich imagination of Xiaoer Dian, he will definitely be able to make up a more bloody story than Mr. Kunlun.

Zhou Jun comforted the waiter in the shop, "You don't have to feel sorry for me, my family was considered poor since I was a child, although entering the palace as a concubine is a bit dangerous, but after all there is still glory and wealth waiting for me there."

Therefore, even if she was bitten by the emperor when she was sleeping in the future, she would not lose.

"I don't feel sorry for you, but I mainly feel sorry for the master." The shop waiter became more and more sad as he spoke, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said to Zhou Jun: "The Zhou family is waiting for the eldest lady to enter the palace to turn the tide, but the eldest lady He didn't make any progress at all, insisting on performing boulders on his chest under the eyes of officials from the Ministry of Rituals, ruining his way into the palace."

The waiter in the shop sobbed twice, "Master, I know, I must die with peace."

Well, the waiter not only arranged a father for her, but also made her father dead.

Zhou Jun glared at the waiter, "What's wrong with the boulder on his chest? That's the finale of the juggling show, and its popularity is second only to the ring of fire."

Although Zhou Jun's mouth was stiff, she thought about it and felt that it was not a good idea to smash a big stone in her chest.

The main reason is that the boulder on the chest is too high-profile, and it is easy to attract the attention of others. Before she is sure that she can approach the emperor through the servant, she must be extra careful and must not reveal her identity.

"Okay."

Zhou Jun hesitated for a moment and decided to compromise, "Actually, I can dance."

The shop waiter didn't believe it, and looked at Zhou Jun suspiciously.

Zhou Jun was sitting on the carriage, unable to use it, so she made a few gestures with both hands.

The waiter's eyes lit up.

Zhou Jun just moved his fingers casually a few times, and he flexibly showed several shapes of flowers.

Only one pair of hands can show such a graceful posture, if it is added with body movements, it will be so beautiful.

The waiter complained, "It's too early to tell me I can dance, it made me worry for so long."

In fact, Zhou Jun doesn't know how to dance. She has studied some sword manuals before and found that many moves are very beautiful. She practiced some of them when she was idle and bored.

Putting aside the sword and using these moves is actually similar to dancing.

It's just that sword dancing is still martial arts after all, and the moves are a bit strong. On the way to the draft, Zhou Jun has been thinking about how to make the sword manual interpretation soft and strong.

The first step in the draft is the first round of selection by the Ministry of Rites, which involves piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and needs to pass the assessment based on knowledge and talent.

The Ministry of Rituals set the selection location in a mansion outside the palace. The carriage passed by, and Zhou Jun saw many military officials standing beside the road. These military officials were expressionless, and their eyes were sharply examining every passing carriage.

Zhou Jun was a little nervous, the guards in the imperial city were indeed different from those outside.