Gu Hongyao held Gong Bucket with a pious look on his face.

In April, the season has not yet bloomed. A few clusters of thick green are poked out from the walls across the courtyard. The sunlight sifted through it, and the golden and green intertwined, making people dizzy.

Such a beautiful scene, just like a big clean room next to it. Therefore, when the wind blows the green leaves, it does not bring the fragrance of trees, but a odor of an unpleasant smell. Everyone passing by frowns and covers their noses and walks very quickly.

Red Medicine seems to be unaware of this.

She stood in the corner of the wall of the clean room, held Gongzhu high in front of her eyes, buried her whole face, then closed her eyes, took a deep and hard breath.

"vomit--"

Several palace servants next to her looked at her with disgust, and some people kept rubbing goose bumps on their arms, and their expression seemed to swallow a fly.

They have never seen such a strange person after cleaning the toilet in the big clean room for so long.

This thing can be smelled carefully?

Aren't you afraid of being smoky?

Why is this person so weird?

Hong Yao turned a blind eye to the many sights that were cast around him.

After repeated and careful smelling it a few times, she put the toilet on the ground, and without wiping her hands, she directly touched her chin with a contemplative expression on her face and said to herself, "It still tastes a little, why? Is it because we servants eat a lot more, so the taste is particularly strong?"

All the palace people rolled their eyes.

What do you mean by this?

This thing is really interesting, what does it have to do with the fact that it is not the same as the servants?

Don’t think that the grains and reincarnation of noble people are fragrant. Let me tell you that the smell is because there is too much oil and water and eating too finely, the smell is even bigger than others. After a day of smelling it, I will tell you how it tastes like this.

"Who, can you lend me your brush to me?" Hong Yao pinched her waist and looked at a palace servant in the left head who was about 14th and 15th.

The palace man was born with thick hands and big feet, with a round face, his eyes slightly forward, and Hong Yao always felt that she was kind-hearted.

However, decades have passed, and she is so old that she can no longer remember the other person's name, and only knows that she is from the "Red" generation.

The thick palace maid was so happy that he immediately handed over the bamboo brush.

Hongyao took it and thanked her, and asked again, "My name is Hongyao, I haven't asked you for your name yet."

"My surname is Meng, my name is Meng Hongmei." The palace maid named Meng Hongmei smiled and looked at Hongyao with curiosity. She asked her, "I said Hongyao, why do you smell the Gongzhu every day?"

"I'm afraid there's something to smell." Hong Yao brushed the Gongbu carefully and answered for granted.

Hongmei said "ah" and her face became more confused: "But, this thing is already delicious."

"So you have to make it tasteless." Hong Yao said righteously, changed the bamboo brush in a direction, and continued to wash the corners of the Gongbao. Its movements were so cautious and gentle that it seemed as if there were peerless treasures hidden there.

Hongmian looked at her stupidly, really didn't know how to answer.

Hong Yao continued again and said, "You think, this Gongguan is something you need to use every day, next to the skin and stick to the flesh. If it cannot be made refreshing and fragrant, it will be uncomfortable if it is not?"

While she was talking, she had finished washing the brush, returned the bamboo brush to Hongmei, buried her head in the bucket again, and even the sound of her speech became buzzing.

The palace ladies could no longer bear it and left to avoid it.

What's wrong with this person? Don't you think he's dirty?

If she worked so hard for her master, it would be a matter of fact. But when she heard what she said, it was obvious that this Gongzhu was also used by a servant. It was probably just a palace maid or eunuch who was higher than her. So why would you care about being poor?

Wouldn't it be enough to just brush it?

Furthermore, if you want to curry favor with the people you are in a position to please, how many ways are you not to use? If you don’t use money, give gifts, or help fold quilts and beds, which one is better than brushing a custard?

Gu Hongyao could vaguely guess what everyone thought.

She bent her eyes at Gongzhu.

This is a major event that concerns her for the rest of her life, so she naturally needs to work hard.

When Hongmei heard what Hongyao said, she said "Oh" with a slight understanding, then turned her head to look at the long Gongguan beside the ditch, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​learning from the other party.

If she uses the red medicine method, she has to go until midnight.

The two of them chatted in one sentence, while busy with their errands, but they didn't know that behind the old locust tree outside the door of the Dajing Room, a woman with dark green armor on top and dark blue palace skirt on the bottom and eyes was looking at them quietly.

If anyone often walks around the Sixth Bureau and One Department, he will recognize that this woman is Yu Shouzhu, the secretary of Shangdian Bureau.

"Aunt, aunt." Suddenly, a white little hand came from behind Yu Shouzhu and gently pulled the corner of her skirt.

As soon as she turned around, she saw a wrinkled face.

"Fangcao, what's wrong with you?" Yu Shouzhu raised her face, but her tone was not very strict.

The little guru named Fangcao covered his hands tightly over his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of varnished eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Aunt, it's very smelly here. How long will it take to see? If you finish watching, let's leave quickly, okay?"

When Yu Shouzhu heard this, she immediately looked stern: "I don't even think it's so interesting, you're too flirting with it."

Having said that, the voice was still gentle.

Fangcao's big eyes flashed, and he put his hands aggrievedly, puffing his cheeks and muttered: "When my aunt first saw her, she liked her nose, but now she is scolding her again. She is so pitiful."

"Whose family is talking well?" Yu Shouzhu said angrily, and reached out to her forehead and gently clicked a few points, with a very broad tone.

This little girl just turned ten years old this year and has only been in the palace for a few months. She is at the age of innocence and has never been infected with those bad habits. Besides, she is well-behaved, so Yu Shouzhu can't help but feel more affection for her.

Fangcao covered the poked place, raised her head, and said sadly: "I really have a new person who forgets the old one. My aunt said Fangcao was cute yesterday, but now she has changed her mind."

Yu Shouzhu was stunned by her words, and then she couldn't help laughing and crying: "What a mess? I really don't know where you learned these strange words."

She shook her head with a helpless look, but she did not blame the other party.

Fangcao Su knew that she was generous, her eyes turned a few times, suddenly reached out and pointed to the direction of the red medicine, and asked with a smile: "Auntie comes to see this sister every day. Do you want to transfer her sister to our place?"

Yu Shouzhu glanced at her, turned around and walked back, and said, "You know again."

"Of course." Fangcao hurriedly followed, shook his head and said, "The Shanggong Bureau sent several groups of people over, but my aunt looked down on me, but now she has a tight job. You have been running to this place these days, probably looking for someone. Do you think I guess right?"
Chapter completed!