Clearly, she doesn't want to be a concubine

Chapter 20

Ma Jiarongrong sighed: "Fortunately, our palace people don't need to rush to give gifts."

After she said this, she realized that it was inappropriate for her to say this in front of Umalu.

She looked at Umalu, with a little guilt in her eyes, and she changed the subject: "Now is the time to send money home, so go and have a look when you two are resting."

The other two complied.

Ma Jiarongrong handed her the food box, and said: "The clothes are from home, but the pastry was brought to you by Mafa when I passed by the imperial dining room."

Umalu opened the food box and said with a smile, "If you said that Mafa gave it to me, I would have given it to you."

She put the pastries on a plate, and the plain plate was decorated with pastries of various colors.

She said: "If you want to eat, you can eat by yourself, I won't persuade you one by one."

"it is good."

On the second day, Umalu and Ma Jiarongrong took turns.

Ma Jiarongrong looked at her, sighed, and asked, "Ma Lu, have you thought about what you will do in the future."

Umalu stopped making tea and looked at her suspiciously: "Huh?"

"Being lucky by the emperor in the palace has more or less a position. Now you..."

Umalu smiled: "The meaning of the masters is that we slaves can guess at will."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing." Umalu smiled, "One step is one step, what do you think about so much? Don't be that idiot."

Ma Jiarongrong shook his head slightly: "You are a strong-willed person, I know I can't persuade you, you should think more about yourself."

"There's nothing to think about." Her eyes were clear and clean, "Once you enter the palace, you are a member of the palace."

Ma Jiarongrong felt that there was an unspeakable awkwardness in her, but if she was asked to explain it in detail, she couldn't express it.In the end, she didn't say any more.

Umalu picked up the things, walked over, twisted a piece of pastry and fed it to her mouth.

Ma Jiarongrong looked at her helplessly, and took it.

Umalu smiled: "Don't worry, I originally thought the same as you. I always thought that I would plan early and take everything into my own hands. But I later discovered that things in this world are not as good as you want. "

"It's nothing more than a mountain, a river, and a journey, and it's nothing more than going through it." Umalu looked at her with a smile, "You are alive, so why be persistent."

Ma Jiarongrong stared at her blankly, and Umalu's eyes were reflected in his pupils. Those eyes were too clean, without love, without hatred, and even without much emotion.You can see yourself in her eyes.

Suddenly, Ma Jiarongrong remembered the legendary eminent monk he met when he followed his mother-in-law to offer incense when he was young.

Umalu's pupils are cleaner and clearer than those of that eminent monk.

She just came to the world once, and her feet are not dusty.

Inexplicably, Ma Jiarongrong thought of walking through the corridors and hearing monks chanting sutras.

Amidst the layers of incense and mist, she never understood what those monks were chanting until now.

But at this time, she opened her lips, and her voice crossed time, overlapping with the voice at that time: "May when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and free from blemishes."

She came back to her senses and looked at Umalu with regret in her eyes.

Umalu seemed to know what she was going to say, and interrupted her in advance: "Don't say it. I'm fine, and you are fine. Everything will pass."

It's just a little girl in her teens, but at this time, she actually showed the tenderness and love like a mother.

In such a mistake of identity, Ma Jiarongrong couldn't help but shed tears.

Umalu held her in his arms and comforted her.

Just when little Eunuch Meng came and coughed, Umalu smiled and nodded to him.

"Please, Aunt Wu Ya." Little Eunuch Meng smiled.

No matter how you look at it, she shouldn't be called aunt.But after all, she was blessed by the emperor, and she has no status, so it doesn't matter how she is called.

Liang Jiugong simply made people call her aunt.

At any rate, it's decent.

Umalu let go of Ma Jiarongrong, wiped away her tears before leaving.

Seeing her go away, Ma Jiarongrong felt extremely sad, but she didn't know why she was sad.

She sighed softly, lay down on the table, and stared blankly.

Umalu was already familiar with the way to go to the inner room of the main hall, but she couldn't go without Kangxi to announce.

Therefore, there must be little Eunuch Meng leading the way.

Umalu whispered: "Eunuch Meng..."

Little Eunuch Meng said with a smile: "I just came to spread the news, I didn't see anything."

Umalu thanked him for his knowledge, otherwise Ma Jiarongrong would have been punished several times if he said it.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you, Eunuch Meng."

Little Eunuch Meng smiled and said, "Please."

When the two arrived at the main hall of Qianqing Palace, Eunuch Meng stopped outside the door according to the rules and did not go in.

Umalu has been here many times, and he walked inside according to the old rules.

Liang Jiugong was serving Kangxi to drink ginseng soup. Seeing her coming, he smiled and nodded at her.

She also bowed and waited obediently.

Kangxi looked up at her and ordered, "Liang Jiugong, bring her a bowl too."

Umalu wanted to refuse at first, but finally swallowed it down: "Thank you, master, for your kindness."

Liang Jiugong cleaned up the bowl, and then brought another bowl, respectfully placed it on the small desk in front of Umalu, and stood aside to wait.

Kangxi used to let Umalu sit on the couch and wait for him.

Umalu is not used to it, she took two sips and persuaded softly: "Director Liang, don't need to guard, I'll just take it down later."

Liang Jiugong smiled: "Miss is too worried."

Afterwards, he only served Kangxi, served a few more plates of pastries, and did not look at Umalu the whole time, which made Umalu heave a sigh of relief.

Unaccustomed to it, Umalu kept the ceremony, finished drinking the ginseng soup, and put it down gently.

After she put it down, Liang Jiugong finished packing up the things and put away the bowl before going down.

There were not many memorials that Kangxi wanted to see, so he stood up and walked over after a while.

Umalu stood up and said, "My lord, my slave will massage you."

Kangxi acquiesced.

Kangxi closed his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you a little."

Umalu paused with his hand, pressed it again quickly, and said in his mouth, "What did you say?"

Kangxi didn't expose her, but just smiled.

When I pressed it, my fingers touched the braid.

Kangxi laughed at her: "Okay, you are so bold, you can also move my master's braids."

Umalu hesitated for a moment: "Master, the slave is wrong."

"What's wrong." He held her in his arms, looked into her eyes, and smiled, "If you don't tell me why, I can't get around you."

That's what she said, but both Kangxi and she understood that her body could kneel and kowtow to admit her mistakes, and her soul would always know that she was right.

(End of this chapter)