Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

Wang San is a handyman in the palace.

Wang San was born in the palace, and if there is no accident, he has to die in this palace.He never thought of leaving the palace, or in his eyes, the palace is huge.

It is true that the Wangfu is too big. When Wang San was a child, he often lost his way, bumped into his master, and got hit by a board.After suffering too many boards, Wang San also became smarter. He guarded the house of the slaves and did not go far. Once the master called tomorrow, he would follow the steward to record the road to death. road.

After more than ten years, I only remember this palace in detail.

Wang San knew that there was a big garden in the east, which the masters liked to go to during festivals.The garden is so beautiful that servants can't just go there.But Wang San was obsessed with that garden, sometimes touched it in the middle of the night, and fell into the water once.Not to mention the beatings, he suffered from a cold illness for a month, and suffered a misty crime for more than a month.

That time Wang San didn't tell anyone, he saw a fairy in the garden!

There are lotus flowers floating on the lake, and fireflies are surrounded by reeds.The candlesticks hit the corridor in a row, and the candlelight strung together into a chain of light.The immortal was standing in the small pavilion at the far end of the corridor.The fairy is still babbling and singing.

Later, Wang San didn't dare to go to that garden anymore, not because he was afraid of the board, but because he was afraid of meeting that fairy, and even more afraid of not meeting that fairy.

He thought that if he didn't go to the garden, the fairy would have been standing in the pavilion forever.

Wang San began to go back to bed early to rest, and every time he closed his eyes, he would stand outside the corridor and look at the fairy in the pavilion.How nice it would be to sleep like this forever?Wang San fell asleep without hesitation.

It's a pity that I have to get up at the third watch every day.

That day, Laowu Zhao, who was embroidering flowers and plants, said to Wang San: "San'er, I see you are sleepy all day long, tomorrow will be fine, and all the servants of the palace can rest together."

Wang San who was sitting on the ground jumped up and said, "Really?"

All the wrinkles on Zhao Laowu's face smiled: "What are you lying to? The third young master has been promoted to an official. The master wants to set up a table in the east. This time, I don't mind us this time. If you say you can wash your body and change your clothes, you can go!"

Wang San muttered in his heart, I wash my body and change my clothes every day, and I'm talking to you all.The joy on his face should not be concealed.

Not to mention Wang San, the servants in this row of wooden houses were all working hard and talking, as if they realized for the first time that this palace was also their own.

Wang San thought while carrying water, if the third young master hadn't been promoted, how good would everyone be able to talk like this?The same is true of joy and crying, but it is just thinking about it.Anyone who talks in a leisurely tone on weekdays will be exhausted from work, and everyone has a sad face.The servants who serve the master are better, those who serve the servants and the courtyard are worse than dogs.

Wang San only met his master once, and at that time Wang San was bending over to sweep the floor, and when he raised his eyes, he came over with a big belly.It was the first time in Wang San's life that he saw such a big belly, he was startled, he thought it was the mistress, but when he looked up and found that it was the master, he bent over in a hurry.

The master ignored him, and passed by by himself. When Wang San looked up, he didn't see what the master looked like at all, but he was stunned in his heart: the master is the master, even the stomach is so unusual.

Wang San was not at all curious about what the master looked like. His blood was boiling because he could go to the East Garden tomorrow.

Standing in the bathhouse, the water was cold and cool, Wang San washed off three layers of his skin.

Close your eyes, the familiar pavilion corridor came again, and Wang San smiled until he fell asleep.

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