I want to be human

When Weisheng moved into the palace in a daze, he still had a dazed look on his face.

A second ago he was standing in line with Mo Yao at the gate of the city, but a second later, a huge group of people came, they knelt on the ground crying and screaming, and surrounded them into the sedan chair without saying a word.Weisheng almost thought that he met the ancient team Pengci.

Later, when he found out Mo Yao's identity, Mo Yao had already left with the group of people, but before he left, he still remembered to order his subordinates to settle him down.

Now Weisheng is sitting on the soft chair bored, if you say that everything is good in the palace, it is too boring.Although I had a hard time on the road before, there are mountains, waters and trees, birds flying around in the sky, and small animals on the ground running around, everything is so harmonious and beautiful.Although food, clothing, housing and transportation have been greatly improved now, I can't resist being bored.

If only he had a mobile phone and a laptop, it feels like giving him a small Tetris game console can play for a year now.Sitting in the palace all day and night, there is a group of people serving food, clothing, housing and transportation, so it doesn't take much time.But the only recreational activity is to look at the flowers, plants, butterflies and birds in the garden. It can be said that the life is clear enough.Weisheng pondered, no wonder the women in the harem had to compete for favors and do things, otherwise it would be so hard to pass the day, the sense of accomplishment would depend on showing off to other concubines.

Alas, Weisheng asked the little eunuch beside him with his cheeks on his hands and his legs crossed: "What time is it?"

The little eunuch replied with trepidation: "Return to master, it's already noon, do you want to prepare meals?"

Weisheng: "Is there anything delicious for lunch today?"

The little eunuch: "Return to master, His Highness has given you an order. If you need anything, just give orders."

Weisheng: "What's for lunch today? This is a problem in the world." Then Weisheng fell into deep thinking, who am I, where am I, and what should I eat.

The little eunuch's heart was broken. This nobleman always said some weird words that people couldn't understand. The other little eunuchs envied him for being able to serve, but they didn't know that this was a hot potato.Neglect is not enough, too attentive is not good, and if you don't master this speed, you will end up miserable.

The little eunuch kept bowing his waist while waiting, clasping his hands together in front of his forehead.He was fucked very well, able to endure all kinds of torture, but his back was sweating physiologically, but his posture was still standard and stable.

Weisheng has studied for a long time and still doesn't know what to eat, but it's normal. If the answer is so easy to come up with, it doesn't deserve to be called a worldwide problem.

Taking a glance from the corner of his eye, Weisheng noticed that the little eunuch's forehead was a little reflective, not because it was too big, but because of a fine layer of sweat.If he still doesn't make up his mind, the little eunuch doesn't know how long he will torture himself.Weisheng sighed, and said, "I don't know what to eat, do you have a recipe or something for my reference?"

The little eunuch immediately announced the names of a series of dishes, and also introduced the general method. Anyway, every dish sounds so attractive.Weisheng thinks that this little eunuch has a bright future. These days, any profession really needs to have a special skill and a special bright spot.If this little eunuch was in modern times, he might be a food show host, or a gourmet, what a pity.

I can't listen anymore, I'm already hungry, why bother to torture myself like this.Weisheng smacked his lips and said, "Then just serve me two of the dishes you mentioned, the ones with meat."

The little eunuch said yes again and again, but still kept the same posture and walked back slowly.

At first, Weisheng was not used to being served by people like this, especially when people around him knelt and saluted at every turn, he always felt that his life had been shortened for many years.Later, he changed his kneeling salute to bowing, but since then, people around him have changed from kneeling to bowing when talking to him. In short, there is one purpose - to refuse any eye contact.

Ah, what annoyance.Weisheng even made a deck of playing cards to help them fight against the landlord. If he didn't know how to play mahjong, he really wanted to carry forward the quintessence of Chinese culture in this place.

Weisheng's lofty ambitions failed, because everyone who participated in the game except him was focused on losing.No matter what, if you keep losing, or if you keep winning, it is extremely boring.Losing all the time is annoying, winning all the time is boring.

After lunch, it’s nap time to hang out for a while. Sometimes Weisheng can sleep until dinner in the afternoon, and then suffer from insomnia at night.

After taking a nap, I went to the garden for a few laps.Well, the garden doesn't seem to have changed from yesterday.

It is impossible to walk alone, and there is a large group of people behind you.The system is not there, and Mo Yao is nowhere to be seen. There is not a single living person around who is not dumb, and he has no expression when listening to hilarious jokes, which is also convincing.

Weisheng was extremely bored, and suddenly a brilliant idea came out.Why don't you come and paint?He refuses to write brush calligraphy, but painting can also cultivate sentiment.It should be said that when he was promoting quality education in high school, he had learned sketching for two months, and he felt that he was a little talented.But then the school suspended it for a month, and then silently canceled this elective course.

As soon as he talked about painting, Weisheng squatted down and found a small stone from the flowers. What should he paint?Let's draw a little eunuch.He said to the little eunuch: "Raise your head up and let me have a look." The little eunuch seemed to lose a piece of meat if he said a word more.He was always hunched over by his side all day long, and his neck was sore. After a few days, he didn't even know what the little eunuch looked like.

The little eunuch didn't react at first, but when he knew what Weisheng was going to do, he was frightened all of a sudden, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop" and kowtowed: "Please spare the servant!"

Hearing the "bang bang bang" kowtow, Weisheng was speechless to the extreme, and hurriedly pulled up the little eunuch, and the little eunuch immediately stepped back a few steps, bending over and shaking his hands to receive the punishment.Weisheng took a closer look, good guy, his head was broken within two seconds, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Why do both of them regard him as a scourge?He's obviously a very friendly guy.

Sighing slightly, he asked the little eunuch, who was almost in a panic, to go back and bandage up, and he didn't need to be punished or anything, just go back and heal his injuries.

So the little eunuch was so grateful that he left with tears in his eyes. Not long after, a new little eunuch came to serve him.

The new little eunuch is not as good as the previous little eunuch, Weisheng looks like he's scared to pee if he says a word to him.

Ah, life is really lonely like snow.

After a long time like this, Weisheng finally saw Mo Yao again.

The last time I saw Mo Yao was at the gate of the city, Mo Yao's hair was simply tied together, and because of the long journey, his whole body was gray and his face was unhealthy yellow, his original beauty was covered up More than half of it.

But now Mo Yaogao tied up his hair with a jade crown, and wore a dark blue dress with a simple style, only the sleeves were bordered with gold thread, and his whole person exuded a high-spirited temperament.If he looked like a down-and-out rich young man when he was on his way, then this outfit made him look like a noble young talent.

Weisheng felt that he felt the mixed emotions of happiness and sadness that parents feel when their children grow up.

Mo Yao waved his hand to shield the left and right, then pulled Weisheng's sleeve and acted like a baby: "I miss you so much, have you missed me these days?"

Weisheng originally wanted to touch Mo Yao's head, but he was worried about messing up his hairstyle, so he restrained his urge and said, "I think about it."

But Mo Yao saw Weisheng's small movements with sharp eyes, and he took Weisheng's hand over his head very naturally, rubbed his palm like a small animal, and asked, "How much do you want?"

Weisheng laughed a little: "Why do you look like a child."

Mo Yao didn't speak, his face was full of displeasure, he almost pouted.

Weisheng had no choice but to say, "I really want it."

Only then did Mo Yao feel happy, and took Weisheng's hand and sat down at the table: "I asked the kitchen to make a lot of delicious food, including the pea yellow you mentioned earlier, steamed chestnut flour cake with sweet-scented osmanthus..." said He snapped his fingers and asked the servants to bring it up.

These are what Weisheng said to satisfy their hunger when they had only wild fruits to eat on the road.But the result was unsatisfactory, the saliva flowed more and more, but there was only the taste of wild fruits in the mouth.

Weisheng had been quietly listening to Mo Yao's excited talk without saying a word.

Mo Yao's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and finally he lowered his head with a lonely expression: "Are you angry with me? You haven't come to see you for so many days."

Weisheng didn't answer, he wasn't angry, he just didn't know what to say, and felt a little blocked.He also has no right to lose his temper. Even if Mo Yao left him alone in this strange place for so many days, he would not ignore him. Every day someone would bring his message, not to mention a man with clothes and hands. What position does the person who opens his mouth have to complain about?

He thought he didn't care, wasn't that the original plan?Send Mo Yao home and leave at the right time.He didn't do these things for rewards, nor for the system's sick mission, but his sense of responsibility as an independent individual prompted him to do it.

Who knows, the longer we get along, the deeper the relationship.He cared more about Mo Yao than he imagined, and he hoped that they could get along like before.Now there is obviously a gap between them, Mo Yao is hiding something, he has noticed it.

Once the torrent of feeling aggrieved breaks the bank, it will be out of control.

Surrounded by groups of eunuchs and guards, they followed wherever they went, saying that it was for his safety, but in fact he couldn't go out for a stroll if he wanted to, it was no different from a prostitute, he was just a prisoner who was served.

Mo Yao looked at him persistently, his lips were tightly pressed, and tears were in his eyes.

As always, Weisheng was defeated first: "What are you doing with so many snacks, are you going to eat them after lunch?"

Mo Yao was happy again, leaned on Weisheng's shoulder and said, "It's fine to eat a little of everything, it won't affect your lunch." Then he added, "As long as you're happy."

Weisheng said silently in his heart, as long as you are happy.

When they met again, they were bored all afternoon, and then Mo Yao left without dinner, as if there was something urgent to do.

Now, only the empty-nest old man Weisheng and a large group of servants who serve him are left in the huge palace.