Chapter 190 Qing Leng Buddha 18
“Not afraid.” Sayuri’s tone was very firm, “Sister Ahuan is not afraid, and I am not afraid either. Sister, I don’t want to be bullied anymore...why?”< br>
"Is it because we are born girls? So no matter who they are, they can step on us, but why?"
Sayuri's words were a bit confusing, but Lin Chunhuan Can understand.
Her eyes were dark. She had tasted the benefits of power, and had seen the aloof regent lower his expensive head. There was something in her heart that had never been there before.
So she understands, she understands what Sayuri is saying.
"Have you thought it through? That is the palace. Everyone there is extremely noble. Everyone has the power to trample us under their feet. Even so, you want to go?"< br>
Hearing this, Sayuri's face turned pale for a moment.
Even in the Red Sleeve Tower, she saw many dignitaries who used their power to overwhelm others.
If it weren’t for Zhuang’s mother’s clever mediation, which allowed those people to suppress each other, it would have been a fantasy to keep every sister in the building innocent all these years.
Sayuri has always felt that Mother Zhuang is the most powerful person in the world. If it were her, she would never be able to protect her sisters.
But today...she saw Zhuang's mother's powerlessness.
Under absolute suppression, wisdom and mediation are not worth mentioning!
In the past, Sayuri wanted to be Zhuang’s mother, but today, she clearly realized that this was not enough. Just being Zhuang’s mother was far from enough!
“Sister, I want to live with dignity.”
"Then just study."
Lying on the couch, Lin Chunhuan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm not sure how far I can do it, but at least, I will fight for you to study. "
"As for what happens next, it depends on your luck."
Sayuri wanted to say something else, but at this time, Lin Chunhuan waved her hand, "Go and give it to me. Boil some water and take a bath, those men... are so dirty!"
During the bathing time, Lin Chunhuan kept her eyes closed, her head was empty, and she was not thinking about anything. In other words, she didn't even think about it! Know whether you should think about those thoughts you have.
Just as Sayuri was drying her hair carefully, there was a knock on the door.
Mother Zhuang opened the door, and the moment their eyes met, Lin Chunhuan felt a little choked up in her throat, and waved her hand to let Sayuri leave the room.
"Good girl, I've suffered so much for you..."
The moment the door was closed, Mother Zhuang's words caused Lin Chunhuan's tense mood to collapse all day long. The tears fell out as if they didn't need money.
In this regard, Zhuang’s mother did not persuade or comfort her, she just walked forward and gently held the girl she regarded as a treasure in her arms.
How could the emperor show up at the Red Sleeve Tower without any warning? Considering everything that happened today, Zhuang's mother could have guessed it.
When Lin Chunhuan's crying stopped, Zhuang's mother bent down and wiped away the tears on her face little by little, "Ah Huan, tell your mother, did you already know that Qinghe was going to do something to her? Hongxiulou starts!"
"Mom, you..."
Seeing the confusion in Lin Chunhuan's eyes, Mother Zhuang smiled bitterly, "The Prince Regent has no grievances against our Hongxiulou, even I still have some respect for Yan Ming and A Liu, so how could I seal this place down for no reason?”
“One of them must be instigating and pleading, except for Qing He. There are no more people.”
Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips and nodded slightly, "Just a few days ago, on the day Qinghe left, I heard their conversation."
Mother Zhuang was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, there was deep sadness hidden in his eyes, "Ah Huan, mother doesn't ask you how you found the Holy Lord, nor does she ask you what your plans are in the future."
"I'm just saying this once, mom, thank you. It was you who saved us all."
"The road ahead is dangerous. I'm afraid mom won't be able to help you. You take this thing." Zhuang. Mom spoke and took out a half-old brocade bag from her arms.
The color of the embroidery thread on it is no longer bright, the material is not very good, and it looks gray.
But when she took this thing out, Zhuang’s mother had a strange look on her face. It seemed like she was nostalgic, but also like she was resisting. It finally turned into a sigh, "Take it, you will be alone after entering the palace. If you encounter any unsolvable difficulties."
"Take this and find a eunuch named Zhang Jingshun. He will help you."
Lin Chunhuan was stunned. She only knew Zhuang before. My mother came from a wealthy family, and she was supposed to be a rich lady, but for some unknown reason, she ended up opening a brothel and became my mother.
About the past, when someone asked Mother Zhuang, she just laughed. She never mentioned it to anyone, let alone said that she actually knew people in the palace.
Even if it's just a eunuch.
Seeing that Zhuang's mother didn't want to mention it, Lin Chunhuan wisely didn't ask anything, but carefully put the tips bag away, "Mom, what are your plans for the future?"
"We are red sleeves The building can no longer be a brothel. As time goes by, not to mention the regent, even the emperor will probably be dissatisfied with the fact that his concubine was born in a brothel. You must do something!"
Zhuang! My mother was not surprised when she heard this, "Don't worry, I have already thought of all this."
"Just protect yourself and leave it to me."
That night, the two talked a lot. Late at night, Lin Chunhuan hugged Zhuang's mother's arm tightly and slept more soundly than ever before.
Seeing her sleeping, Zhuang’s mother did not leave.
They all know that this may be their last peaceful sleep for a long time to come.
August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Early in the morning, the palace guard of honor had stopped outside the Red Sleeve Tower, and the emperor personally came to pick it up. The people on both sides of the street stretched their necks, eager to rush to the front.
See with your own eyes this unprecedented spectacle.
People came to the palace early and brought palace attire. Lin Chunhuan walked out of the gate. The dark blue palace attire was embroidered with silver threads flying from the sky. It was simple but not simple, calm but calm. It's not boring.
Under the luxurious fabric, the skin that was already as crystal clear as snow appears even more translucent and white. The moment the sun hits it, the delicate eyebrows are so beautiful that it makes people breathless.
Just by raising his eyes, the emperor saw the confusion and innocence in her eyes, and she also saw the strong possessiveness that could not be concealed in the other person's eyebrows.
“Declare the decree.”
The imperial edict was complicated, but Lin Chunhuan only listened to a few important sentences, and was named Concubine Zhen and granted residence in Changchun Palace.
Zhen, not among the four concubines, but also higher than the noble concubines, is really an extremely delicate position.
Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips and raised a very faint smile. What surprised her was that she did not see the regent today. Instead, she looked at Qing He from a distance in the crowd.
Qinghe's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison. Such eyes made her feel familiar.