[Wu Zetian colleagues] Wu Lingchun

Wan'er has been doing female history for half a day.

She didn't know what Shangguan Wan'er was like in the period of history she was familiar with, when she first served as an errand next to Empress Wu.Anyway, Wan'er herself didn't feel the so-called "being reused" at all.

What "female appearance", what "weighing the world", if Wan'er is not a time traveler who knows the previous situation, someone told her that she would become such a person, she would only think that person is crazy!

What about being brought in front of Empress Wu to be considered for talent and learning?It was agreed that she would be removed as a slave girl immediately, so how could she go straight up from there?

Wan'er didn't even see Empress Wu!

Wan'er rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and she had already slandered countless times in her heart, "The queen is a big pig's trotter! She summoned someone but she disappeared!".

Legs are so numb and sore...

Wan'er felt that her legs were about to cramp.

At this moment, there is no high-ranking person in the temple, but she has to stand here motionless and obey the rules!

Feudal ethics kill people!

I really wish there was a chair to sit down and rest...

Even if she was asked to move, it would be fine!

Seeing the sun setting to the west, she probably would not have the chance to see Empress Wu today.

Just when she left Jing'an Palace, Wan'er naively thought that when she faced Empress Wu, she would offend her, or her life would be in danger.

But now that I think about it, I really think highly of myself——

That Empress Wu just sent Zhao Ying to preach Yizhi, right?

She didn't take herself seriously at all, did she?

Maybe, in her eyes, she is just a small plaything that she can play with when she thinks about it, and discard it when she can't think about it?

Wan'er sighed silently.

Standing like this is too hard to bear, she has to do something, right?

Glancing around stealthily, several other court ladies were standing there with lowered eyebrows.

They must have gotten used to it by now, right?I don't know what they were thinking when they stood there one by one like wooden stakes.

Wan'er thought to herself.

So she silently recited in her heart the books she had read in Jing'an Palace these days.

She was far from finishing the "book list" that Xue Jieyu gave her.But Wan'er's memory is excellent, so she has nothing to do at this time, so she silently recites the contents of the books she has read in her heart.

After reciting silently for an unknown amount of time, Wan'er felt drowsy.

Anyone who sets the rules for the first time, and recalls those boring words in his mind, will inevitably do so.

Suddenly hearing footsteps in a hurry, approaching from far to near, but not in a panic, Wan'er shivered and woke up.

She has not forgotten the vigilance she should have in the deep palace.

It turned out to be Zhao Yongfu, Zhao Ying's godson, the little eunuch next to Empress Wu.

He is not very old, about three or four years older than Wan'er, but his brows and eyes are shrewd and sophisticated.

Walking quickly into the hall, Zhao Yongfu quickly glanced around.

It seemed ordinary, but it deliberately stayed on Wan'er's face for two more breaths.

Wan'er is a perceptive person, so she quickly cheered up when she saw this, imitating those palace maids, and lowered her eyebrows to please her eyes.

Zhao Yongfu took another deep look at her before he quickly walked out of the hall.

One came and one went, without saying a word from beginning to end.

He had just disappeared, and there were many footsteps from far and near.

Wan'er's heart clenched, she had vaguely realized who it was.

Sure enough, Empress Wu's guard of honor appeared outside the palace.

Wan'er held her breath and concentrated, seeing that Empress Wu was still wearing a luxurious dress, the bright colors on the dress wished to blind people's eyes, and just appeared in her sight.

Wan'er's heart trembled, and she suddenly realized that she was suspicious of looking directly at her face, she hurriedly lowered her eyes, imitating the way of other court ladies, and respectfully saluted Empress Wu.

Kneeling on the ground, Wan'er put her hands in front of her, with the backs of her hands facing up.She felt Empress Wu and her party passing by in front of her, and Empress Wu's skirt brushed the back of her hand so recklessly...

Wan'er didn't dare to move.

Suddenly, Wan'er was surprised that the skirt stopped.

It felt even more that Empress Wu seemed to stop in front of her, not moving forward.

Then, a faint cold snort floated into Wan'er's ears.

The hairs all over Wan'er's body stood up——

Is Empress Wu here, warning herself that she was so presumptuous just now that she forgot the distinction between superiority and inferiority?

Wan'er made a difficult swallowing movement, and her breathing became smoother.

By the time her brain returned to normal thinking, the skirt had long since disappeared.

The cold snort before, as well as the slight itchiness of the skirt brushing the back of her hand, seemed to be her illusion.

Empress Wu sat in the middle above, and the hall was silent.

Wan'er couldn't help lamenting the so-called "rules in the palace": at this moment in the huge hall, at least a dozen internal eunuchs and maids of different sizes could not even hear a cough or even a loud gasp.

It's terrible!

Wan'er deeply feels that if she wants to survive in this environment, it is not something that only "talented" can do.

Of course she didn't dare to look directly at Empress Wu anymore. For the sake of her life, Wan'er didn't even dare to look at her extravagantly.

However, even if she didn't see it with her own eyes, Wan'er could sense that Empress Wu was in a bad mood just by a strange feeling.

What made her feel bad?

Wan'er murmured in her heart.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the golden finger of "proficient in history", so she can only save her life with great care and worry, and then do other things.

Empress Wu sat alone for a long time, no one knew what she was thinking.

Just when Wan'er lowered her eyes and was about to fall asleep, Empress Wu suddenly said, "Come on, grind!"

Wan'er was taken aback, and quickly tightened her body.

What did she just say?

grinding?

This is the job of female history, right?

Wan'er recalled Zhao Ying's brief introduction to her about the duty of serving the Queen of Heaven's pen and ink female historian when she left Jing'an Palace.

So, should she go forward now and serve Empress Wu?

Wan'er was about to raise one foot and step out, but hesitated for a moment.

As the saying goes, "the early rafters rot first", does she need to keep a low profile as she just came here to serve?If you make too much publicity, will you bring disaster on yourself?

Wan'er pondered in her heart.

She didn't believe it. Before she came, Empress Wu didn't have a female history to serve her.

When Wan'er was hesitating, someone had already stepped forward to carefully serve Empress Wu.

Wan'er heard the sound of the ink ingot rubbing against the inkstone, as well as the slight rustling of the dress.

Then a young woman's voice drifted into Wan'er's ears: "I will deliver the pen for the Queen of Heaven."

Wan'er didn't raise her head, imagining that the young female Shi had just prepared ink for Empress Wu, and carefully held a brush according to Empress Wu's wishes...

However, the picture Wan'er imagined did not appear as expected, but was replaced by Empress Wu's cold voice: "Who allowed you to come forward?"

Not to mention the female history, even Wan'er, an outsider, was taken aback when he heard it.

Obviously, that female history was disgusted by Empress Wu.

No, not just disgust.

Wan'er clearly felt the cold disgust in Empress Wu's tone.

No one doubted that most of the female history's life had already been lost.

"The Queen of Heaven, forgive me! This concubine...the concubine deserves to die for her crimes!" The female history immediately bowed down, begging for forgiveness repeatedly in her mouth.

Wan'er secretly shook her head and sighed in her heart.

She knew it was a bad job!

The ghost knows how he accidentally offended this cloudy and uncertain Queen of Heaven.Maybe when this Queen of Heaven gets angry, this little fate will be confessed.

Wan'er seemed to have classified Empress Wu into the "moody" group.

"Go down!" Empress Wu yelled at the female history who kowtowed.

The female history immediately became hoarse, and did not dare to speak any more——

At any rate, Empress Dowager Tianhou did not pursue the crime, which is already extremely fortunate.If you make her lose her patience again, then there is really no way out.

Wan'er listened with pricked ears, feeling relieved for that female Shi.

Fortunately, Empress Wu did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

When Wan'er was worried about others, she didn't expect that she would soon become the insider.

Empress Wu had just dismissed the female historian, her voice suddenly raised: "Shangguan Wan'er?"

what?

Wan'er was stunned by the call.

Empress Wu is calling her name?

After only being stunned for a moment, Wan'er's mood changed from surprise to anxiety.

She took a deep breath, told herself not to be nervous, stepped forward, and knelt down to Empress Wu: "My concubine, Shangguan Wan'er, see..."

Before she finished speaking, Empress Wu couldn't bear to listen any longer, and raised her finger to tap on the desk in front of her.

Wan'er stared at the desk and the inkstone that had just been sharpened on the desk, thinking about Empress Wu's intentions, she bravely approached the desk, and stopped half a foot away from the desk, still kneeling on the ground.

She guessed that Empress Wu meant to let her, the new female historian, serve the pen and ink.

As they got closer, Wan'er felt that Empress Wu's eyes turned to her face, and she looked her whole body up and down without any restraint.

Although she didn't dare to look directly at her, Wan'er still felt her gaze.

This kind of gaze made Wan'er feel a little more nervous, afraid that there was something about her that would dissatisfy this high-ranking queen, so that she would inevitably be treated the same as the previous female history.

Fortunately, after looking at it, Empress Wu didn't say anything, but lifted the noble finger that had tapped on the book case before, and pointed to the pen hanging on the finger case, where seven or eight brushes of different styles were hanging.

"That wolf hair." Wan'er heard Empress Wu say lazily.

Wan'er blinked, realizing that she had asked herself to get the wolf hair.

She raised her eyes a little, followed Empress Wu's slender, well-maintained finger, and landed on a certain wolf hair.

While swearing in his heart, "I'm so lazy, I even ordered my servants to take things that I can reach out with my hands", while I had to carefully remove the wolf hair, and then respectfully presented it to Empress Wu.

But even though Wan'er held it up for a long time, Empress Wu didn't pick it up at all.

Wan'er felt that her hands were sore after holding it for a long time, so she boldly raised her head to look at Empress Wu.

If it weren't for worrying about the difference in status and status under the patriarchal rules of this era, Wan'er really wanted to ask Empress Wu: "If you don't answer or talk, what do you mean?"

When she looked up, Wan'er was startled to realize that Empress Wu was staring at her.

That expression, that look in the eyes, was full of playfulness, giving Wan'er the illusion that the other party was thinking about whether to steam her or braise her.

Wan'er was shocked by the terrifying thought that popped up in her head, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking.

Seeing her trembling, Empress Wu curled up her mouth, and said slowly: "Who gave you the courage to look at Ben Gong so directly? Huh?"