Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

The early autumn afternoon sun was still shining brightly on the earth, and after a meal, the ladies were dripping with sweat.

The palace maid and the eunuch cleaned up the dining table, Bei Sheng leaned on the pillar and watched Jiang Yaru, Wang Sujin and Li Roufei playing leaf cards.

Huajia keeps her identity to herself and never gets close to anyone. She treats everyone indifferently and hides alone reading books. Bei Sheng wanted to talk to her several times, but Hua Jia looked like she was rejecting her from thousands of miles away, so Bei Sheng did not dare to come forward.

The sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the mountains in the distance were also obscured by this layer of dull tones, leaving only vague outlines.

Beisheng did not expect that the autumn weather would change so quickly, and an autumn rain would come unexpectedly in the blink of an eye.

In her previous life, it was raining like this. Her coat was peeled off and she knelt under the stone steps in front of the main hall of Saga Palace. Both the cold moisture on the ground and the cold rain falling from the sky penetrated into her body.

That time, her life was almost sealed.

Just because the tonic she boiled for the eldest princess was found to contain poison.

She knelt until night, when a blue figure followed the rain and mist and stood beside her. An oilcloth umbrella blocked the skylight above her head and also isolated the coldness above her head.

The rain was noisy, making the oilcloth umbrella crackle.

Beisheng looked up and stared down at her with a pair of deep and calm eyes. Half of his body was soaked. It was Xiao Xu, the son of Princess Boling.

She couldn't help being stunned, because she had never spoken to him before, and although she had never ridiculed him with other noble ladies, she would avoid him when she saw him.

Because that person is another self, with low self-esteem, cowardice, and is looked down upon by others.

Now, that person is holding an umbrella to protect himself from the rain.

Xiao Xu took her arm, picked her up from the ground, and said: "My mother was poisoned and passed out. Even if you kneel here until death, no one will forgive you. Why don't you find out the truth first and wait for my mother to wake up?" I’ll tell you my story when I get here.”

Bei Sheng smiled, never expecting that the person who thought about her would be Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu handed over the oilcloth umbrella, raised her hand and stuffed the umbrella handle into her palm, and said calmly: "Go back quickly and change into clean clothes. If others see you standing with me, you will be laughed at." ."

Beisheng was holding the umbrella, her whole body was cold, and her body was trembling. Only the residual warmth of Xiao Xu on the umbrella handle gave her a hint of warmth.

She didn't leave in a hurry, she just asked quietly: "Why?"

"what why?"

"Why do others like to mock you?"

At that time, Beisheng knew Xiao Xu's life experience, but did not understand the favor of the nobles in the capital.

I simply thought that even though Xiao Xu had the blood of the Tuoba clan, he was still the flesh and blood of Princess Boling, and others should treat Xiao Xu favorably because of Princess Boling.

The cool breeze of the wind and rain passed over the treetops beside the palace wall, making a rustling sound, and the rain splashed water at their feet, but the two people in the rain did not move as if they were stone statues.

Xiao Xu was silent for a long time and then said: "There is no reason. There is no reason for them not to like someone."

After saying that, he turned around, raised his sleeves to wipe the water droplets hanging on his face, and gradually disappeared into the dark water curtain.

Beisheng stared at the gate of Saga Palace until the figure disappeared completely, then he held the oilcloth umbrella and headed towards Jiaojie Tower.

There is no reason to dislike someone, how can there be no reason. No matter whether they are humans or animals, they all just like to bully the weak. In the eyes of some powerful people, wouldn't trampling and bullying the weak better demonstrate their nobility and uniqueness?

The wind blew the rain into the bright building, hitting the noble ladies, and everyone dispersed in a hurry.

Before the time passed, everyone headed towards the main hall one after another holding oilcloth umbrellas, Bei Sheng still lagging behind the team.

After entering the palace and kneeling down to salute, I heard the eldest princess say: "This time I am just sorting out all the embroidery we have recently made and selecting the best ones, and then grouping them into groups according to grade. Starting tomorrow, we will prepare the birthday gift for the Queen." prepare for."

The eldest princess's voice was like the breeze blowing in the willows, gentle and gentle, and very pleasant to the ear.

But everyone knew how good their embroidery skills were. Even if the eldest princess spoke calmly and did not cause any trouble, it did not relieve everyone's nervousness.

Whether she can get the position of Crown Princess is another matter, but the Empress's birthday is coming soon.

Based on their skills, I wonder what kind of embroidery they can embroider that will attract the Queen's eyes?

Some people are also worried that if they don’t want to see the Queen in person, rough works may offend the Queen.

Even the Queen's niece Hua Jia cannot guarantee that her works will catch the Queen's eye.

In addition to Lang Zhuo, there were also several Shanggongs from the Shangyi Bureau in the palace. Liu Shanggong distributed the embroidery of the ladies to the hands of these Shanggongs, and the quality was determined by the Shanggongs of the Shangyi Bureau. Come and divide.

Lang Zhuo sat on one side, slowly lowering his eyes and drinking tea. Bei Sheng raised his head and saw him. He was wearing straight court clothes and there was no expression on his face.

Beisheng didn't know what his role was here. Could it be that he also had experience in embroidery?

The ministers of the Clothing Bureau passed the ladies' embroideries around one by one. Some nodded in appreciation, some smiled, and some frowned.

Each of their expressions touched the hearts of the eight girls, and even Bei Sheng, who didn't care about female celebrities, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It has been two months since I learned embroidery under the eldest princess. The ladies all had more than a dozen embroidery pieces, which totaled nearly a hundred pieces. It was said that it took an hour for the noble ladies to sort out the superior and inferior ones.

Liu Shanggong gave the results of the evaluation to the eldest princess to browse for a while. The eldest princess nodded with a smile, as if she was very satisfied with the result.

After the eldest princess read it, she turned around and handed it to Lang Zhuo, who took it and glanced at it briefly before standing up and reading.

The moment Lang Zhuo read out the results, Bei Sheng was not nervous anymore. The girl next to her had more than a dozen pieces of embroidery, no matter whether they were good or bad, they were better than her who only handed in one piece.

No need to guess, she is always the last one.

She raised her eyebrows quietly, and everyone held their breath, but she seemed out of place, so she lowered her eyebrows again and listened quietly.

"Taishifu Huajia, first class;"

"Wu Jinzhi of Zhan Shifu, first class;"

"Zhong Yunzhen, Minister of the Ministry of War, Class A;"

Hua Jia was well aware of the quality of her embroidery skills. Among all the noble girls, her father was a Zhengyipin Grand Master and was related to the Queen. Just looking at these external conditions, the Shang Palace would not refuse to give him a first-class grade.

Therefore, she was not very excited when she heard the result. These days, among the maids and eunuchs in the Saga Palace, which one of them, Shang Gong, did not take kindly to her?

Even if she ignored people with a cold face and walked all the way away, those who wanted to curry favor with her also had their faces frozen with laughter.

Zhong Yunxuan was not worried about her grades. Her embroidery skills were the best among all, so she was only happy for a moment and it didn't matter.

But Wu Jinzhi was nervous. Her embroidery skills were average. When she heard the word "A", she couldn't help but get excited. It was a kind of excitement that the results of long-term hard work were recognized and appreciated.