Generals and Puppet Emperors

Aman was bored alone.

She looked at the exquisitely designed and beautiful gadgets in the market, and finally picked two or three. She also bought a stack of paper with natural texture for copying.

During the Chinese New Year, the matter of copying had to be put aside for the time being.

This year, her home was deserted, because the most important person had gone far away, but the courtyard was still pasted with red and festive couplets and lit red lanterns according to the annual festival practice.The peach blossom tree in full bloom was covered with red prayer talismans, which fluttered with the wind, occasionally revealing small and beautiful characters.

There were still a lot of people who came to give gifts, two rooms were vacated to hold New Year's gifts, there were not too many people in the yard, and most of them were women, and they were extremely busy in sorting out the list of gifts and preparing to return the gifts.The gifts sent were seldom seen as direct money, most of them were precious collectibles, and there were priceless and rare medicinal materials in the market. If this exchange of gifts continues, two to three out of ten of the money deposited in the account of the General’s Mansion has gone.

Aman is in charge of receiving those dignitaries who come to give gifts to show their sincerity. She has already become a person who can stand on her own, but her experience is still shallow, and she is not enough to stand in front of those mature foxes, so even if she realizes what is hidden in their eyes Excellent disdain and insinuation, and there is no reason for tit for tat.

She is very patient, as can be seen from her performance when she was under house arrest when she was a child. She is like a soft petal, with thorns growing low. She has a gentle and soft personality, but she also has a resolute and tenacious side.

The thoughts and thoughts of the half-buried nobles will not make her feel insulted.

If she really came to the officialdom, she would be like a fish in water.

A group of those who gave gifts were sent away, and the people in the courtyard got a chance to breathe temporarily.The imposing and ostentatious person's visit is simply a kind of silent oppression, at least causing many maids to feel uneasy, irritable and many other negative emotions.The general never scolded them, and they were often happy and at ease. As long as they finished their duties, they could arrange their own lives. They felt relaxed, and felt that it was really good to have such a leisurely job without having to look at other people's faces.

Not to mention that in the past few years, I have often heard of a maid who died suddenly. Maybe there are sisters they know.

"When I left, my muscles and bones became looser." Xiuchun changed her sluggish look. Although she had kept a smile on her face before, her face was almost stiff.

She is considered a very old maid, so she can communicate with Aman without any grievances.

Aman, she watched him grow up.

"Yeah... You can't feel such a depressing atmosphere in front of the general." Another old man answered.

Aman smiled slightly, "She was restraining herself all the time."

Xiuchun thought for a while and continued: "No, no, no... the general used to be very scary."

Aman's curiosity was aroused, and she said: "Would you mind letting me know more about Zi... her?"

"Ah," Xiuchun rolled her eyes, recalling, "When we first entered the mansion, the way the general looked at us made me think of a hungry wolf, as if we were a meal within reach in front of her." Food—the creepiness at that time is still fresh in my memory."

"Hey." Aman thought about her understanding of that person, and finally couldn't help laughing. Her eyes were bent like crescent moons, "She must have been vicious at that time, right? Maybe she regarded you as pig's trotters or something? something I like."

I sneezed.

I was a little worried about something wrong with my body, so I hurriedly pulled a piece of straw paper and pressed it on my nose. The rough paper rubbed against my nose, leaving a faint red mark.

This is my third month away from home.

I stared at my dusty hands for a long time, but I still didn't pull another piece of paper, and wiped my fingers with the previous piece of paper.

Zero and total family letters are sent out only once.

The battle situation is urgent, and most of the remaining letter paper has been damp, and very few are intact.

I looked up at the sky outside the tent, it was dark and there was no light.