Greeting the Queen's Empress

When he opened the door, Weiman could smell the smell of washing powder, and wondered if that person was washing clothes?Then she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, how could such a pampered person wash clothes.

"The Queen Mother?"

Wei Mansu called softly, but there was no response. Her eyes flickered slightly, did she go out?Or did you sleep late and didn't get up?

So I put the vegetables in the kitchen first, and was about to wash the rice and cook. I slipped and almost fell. I looked down and found that it was full of water stains mixed with washing powder, which seemed to flow from the bathroom.

Wei Man sighed helplessly, opened the door and saw that Wu Shanshu's long hair was like a waterfall covered with washing powder foam, standing barefoot in the water with a dazed expression, and she was holding a still bag in her hand. Dripping Yuba.

"Can you tell me, what are you doing here?"

Just when she thought Wu Shanshu would explain something, she didn't expect that the other party looked at her without anger.

"Have you forgotten what I said last time? I have to pay my respects to me every day, but you disappeared early in the morning. Are you contemptuous of me?!"

"...Greetings to the empress, the little one has to go to work at eight o'clock every morning to support himself. If the empress is hungry, there are still some biscuits in the refrigerator, and lunch may have to wait for a while. Now the empress can tell why it is like this here ?"

Weiman twitched suspiciously, and gave a blessing in cooperation, thinking not to worry about the 'patient'. Fortunately, this woman just took down the bathroom heater. If it was a water pipe, it would be troublesome just to hire a repairman or something.

Seeing the natural look of her saluting, Wu Shanshu was stunned. If it wasn't Yue Chao here, she would really think it was Wei Shi who was paying her respects.

But Wu Shanshu knew in her heart that the person in front of her was not the Wei family.

"I just wanted to wash my hair. I used it when I smelled it. Then I accidentally got caught in my eyes, so I took it and washed it. Who knows I can't turn it off."

Wu Shanshu put the shower aside, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. Because of the stimulation of washing powder, her eyes still feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's for laundry. There are words written on it. Don't you know it? If you don't understand it in the future, remember to ask me. This thing hurts the scalp. You sit next to it and I'll help you clean it."

Weiman suspected that she noticed that her eyeballs were slightly red, and secretly complained, it was my fault for becoming like this, why did God let me meet such a primitive person.

"Hmph, Ben Gong is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, horse riding, shooting and hunting, how can he be illiterate! It's obvious that your own characters are oddly shaped, so of course I can't understand..."

Wu Shanshu saw that Wei Manyi was holding her long hair in a basin with suitable water temperature, and stopped chattering. Feeling her gentle movements, Wu Shanshu was startled, and looked down at the colorful but very cute hair in the basin. The bubble that was about to collapse again in the air had complicated eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the Jing family, after Jing Yanxiao meditated on the futon, she got up and did a divination habitually, when Jing Fei came over.

"Why don't you sleep?"

"Sister, guess what the meaning of this hexagram is."

She looked at the hexagram and said lightly, but there was a strong interest in her eyes.

"You know I'm not talented in this area." Jing Fei chuckled, and put the soup beside him, "Drink it while it's hot."

"This is a very interesting hexagram..."

Jing Yanxiao pinched her nose and drank the medicine, and her energy was much better than before.

"Stop fiddling with these and rest early."

Jing Fei patted her head, and when he was about to leave with the bowl, he heard her say.

"Sister, why are you so beautiful, while me and the rest of the tribe are plain-looking?"

Jing Yanxiao looked at her delicate oval face and asked curiously.

Jing Fei's hand holding the bowl froze, turned around and smiled softly at her.

"I secretly went to the plastic surgery hospital for some adjustments on this face, did you forget?"

"Haha, I forgot that I seem to have asked this kind of question before."

Jing Yanxiao squinted her eyes and smiled, looking at the closed door, she felt that the bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine in her mouth seemed to be fading away, sister, how long are you going to use this excuse to lie to me.

Here, Su Ran looked at the old woman who suddenly appeared in panic, why is it her again!It must be an illusion this time, seeing that the cloth shoes on the other party's feet did not touch the ground, he quickly closed his eyes and said silently, I didn't see anything!

"Girl... I don't mean anything malicious, I just hope you can do me a favor."

The old lady's bun was like that of a nanny in a court drama, but her clothes were sewn with burlap, and her tone of voice carried the aging and powerlessness of an old man, as if she would disappear at any time.

"There are so many people in the world, why do you want to find me?"

Su Ran opened her eyes a little, her voice trembling, ghosts can wear clothes?

"Because only you can help me...don't be afraid, I'm just a lingering thought that won't hurt you..."

The old woman looked at Su Ran with blazing eyes, she was not so much a remnant as a wisp of her.

The remnant soul of consciousness, she has wandered in this world for more than 200 years, just to wait until this day.

"I'm just an ordinary person, I'm afraid I can't help you much."

Su Ran pretended to be calm, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Although she already knew that the other party was not a ghost, she felt fear and inexplicable sadness for some reason.

"Son, you shouldn't be afraid of me, because we are..." The old woman looked at her with an unidentified look, then suddenly changed her words, "If you really sympathize with the queen, you must help me."

After finishing speaking, he raised a gust of wind and left. Su Ran sat on the floor blankly, obviously not reacting, and murmured for a long time.

"Empress... Empress Wu? I must be in the late stages of paranoia."

Then she got up and turned on the light. The room was not too big or small. She was wrapped in the air conditioner and sat on the single sofa alone, looking lonely and desolate. Then she grinned palely. It must have been an illusion just now.

But she didn't find someone outside the window looking at her worriedly, the old woman sighed secretly, I don't want to scare you, if it wasn't for...

"You should go back."

A monk in cassock appeared next to her, with a solemn expression and no extra emotions.

"Master Yijin, can I really see my empress tomorrow?"

The old woman glanced at the people who were already asleep in the room, then turned her head and asked softly.

"If the benefactor trusts the poor monk, wait for tomorrow."

Yijin turned the rosary in his hand, then turned around and walked towards the dead of night street.