He was exhausted all over. On the night of the day he got married, Bai Chu slept very heavily.
The clear sunlight was projected through the wide open window, through the layers of veil curtains, and through the curtains that were lifted. The light passed through the gap and projected on Bai Chu's eyelids, and she immediately opened her eyes.
While she opened her eyes, a woman who couldn't help but exclaimed from outside the curtain. The corner of the bed curtain was quickly closed and swayed slightly.
Even though there was still some residual sleepiness, it was disturbed by this sudden scream and disappeared.
Bai Chu glanced at him and said that Van Gogh was not there.
My hands explored the side, it was cold, and the person had been away for a long time.
The mattress was wrapped around the bed - the smell of the cotton back was still there, Bai Chu frowned and lifted the curtain.
Outside the bead curtain not far from the bed, eight maids stood with their heads down, each of whom was tilted with eyebrows and eyes, with rules and regulations.
Bai Chu glanced at the bead curtains swaying slightly in front of them, got up, "changing clothes."
Hearing the movements on the bed, everyone bowed their knees to salute Bai Chu.
After the ceremony, two maids opened the bead curtains in the middle space, and the remaining six maids bowed their heads and entered the room.
Two maids placed mirrors, three maids served in dress, and one stood on one side, lowered his head and asked softly: "Empress, do you want to take a shower first as before?"
"Since you know the rules of my deity, why do you take action first?"
The maid who was squatting down and putting a sleeve on Bai Chu's arm froze. She suddenly found that the two men next to her were holding the clothes, but they didn't move.
She raised her eyes gently, and happened to meet Bai Chu's squinting eyes, and her mind was shocked.
"Who are you?" Bai Chu, the maid near Van Gogh, knew it all. The one in front of him was obviously a strange face.
The maid hurriedly lowered her head, "I... the sister who was serving here was not feeling well. She was afraid that the Empress would not be able to serve her well, so I came to take over." The words went from nervous to the point of being very smooth.
Bai Chu's hand came out of the sleeve of the robe, "Substitute? Serve the Lord?"
The maid was already squatting slightly, and when she saw this, she stood up straight, "Yes."
"Is it your own will to come and serve me?"
The maid held her eyes: "Yes."
"Why are you?"
The maid was stunned and looked up in a daze, looking puzzled.
"Not anyone can do it for serving me." Bai Chu pulled the curtain next to him and turned his head, "Who do you think you are? If you are willing to serve me, I have to let you serve me?"
The maid changed her face and hurriedly explained: "Empress, it was my sister who had asked me to come over, and I was..."
"You said it was your own wish."
"It's true that I'm going to do it." Although I was panicked, I finally got back to my words, "but it was only after my sister's instructions before that I came here."
Bai Chu didn't even look at her, "Qing Yao asked you to come?"
The maid was already calmed down a lot and said as she said, "Yes, it was Sister Qingyao who ordered me to come."
"Who is Qingyao?"
The maid was stunned and raised her head in surprise.
The other maids in the hall lowered their eyebrows and nodded, and no one looked at her. Bai Chu slowly played with the curtain hook beside the bed, and ignored her.
The entire hall suddenly seemed to be quiet. No one spoke, no one was ready to speak, no one paid attention to her, but it seemed that everyone was waiting for her next sentence...
The maid felt a little chilling on her back. Her palms tightened. After hesitating for a while, she spoke, "Qing Yao... Is it just that I was uncomfortable before, that sister?"
"Oh--"
A chuckle was short and cold, "Xiao Jia, let me explain to her who Qingyao is."
The man standing by the mirror stepped forward: "It is His Majesty's mother."
The lying maid was startled and suddenly turned white. She let out a heavy sound and knelt on her knees, "Grandmaster forgive me!"
There were eight close servants around Van Gogh, and in the past, they only listened to Van Gogh's orders. These eight maids cooperated tacitly and rarely even talked to each other. Therefore, even those who often followed Van Gogh on weekdays did not know that the names of these eight maids were A, B, B, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, and Xin, such eight words that were easy to remember.
Bai Chu glanced at the person on the ground, "You have dirtyed my clothes."
The maid's shoulder trembled and she lowered her head. She found that she was still holding the clothes she was about to put on Bai Chu. She shook her hand and immediately let go of it.
If I didn't loosen, I just dragged my clothes to the ground. After I loosened it, the whole piece of clothes fell to the ground.
The maid was shocked. At this moment, it was not appropriate for her to pick up the clothes, and it was even more inappropriate for her not to pick them up. She was at a loss and trembled uncontrollably.
Bai Chu was not interested in interrogating people when he woke up and stopped looking at her, "Xiao Bing, is the hot soup for the bath ready?"
The little Cang next to him lowered his head, "I've been prepared for the Empress."
"Then let's take a shower first." After saying that, he turned around and walked around the screen and entered the side room.
The water mist is hazy, and you can tell at a glance that the water has been hot for a long time.
Bai Chu took off his clothes and went out of the bathhouse, glanced at the traces planted by Van Gogh last night, and leaned softly against the wall of the pool. "Xiao Ding, how many people have served him in the inner palace of Van Gogh?"
Xiao Ding held a soft towel in his hand, soaked it in a cow bean powder, dipped it in water, and slowly washed Bai Chu's body, "Where is the Empress referring to?"
"Except for eight of you, people who have touched him or been touched by him, regardless of gender."
Xiao Ding was silent for a moment, "Empress, there are too many."
There is naturally a reason why Van Gogh asked these eight people to serve her. One of the reasons must be that they only listened to his instructions; the second reason is that these girls are too honest and generally do not speak, and they will only tell the truth as soon as they open their mouths. And there is only one reason why she let these eight people serve her in close service. After she married Van Gogh, the same is true for them.
"Where did the one kneeling in front of the bed come from?" It would be fine if you dare to sneak up to her and pretend to be a fool, but you didn't even fear death to lift her bed curtain and peek at her.
Xiao Ding carefully wiped her back, "Xifangyuan."
"Western Garden?" She had been through the place where Jiuyou could live for more than 100,000 years, so Bai Chu of the Westside Garden naturally knew about it.
There are all kinds of women living in a large-scale garden, most of whom are beautiful girls who come out to serve at banquets and tables. For any wealthy ones, there will definitely be such beautiful girls in their own courtyards. They may be used as companion wine, or as a devil's own pleasure, or as a reward for meritorious ministers.
Bai Chu closed his eyes leisurely, "Where is Xiao Geng?"
Xiao Ding gently pressed her shoulder, "I was drugged and fainted in the back of the palace."
The honest girls do their jobs well. If one of them is missing, they will remember clearly no matter what they are missing. They are interested in seeing others being drugged, but they don’t want to help them at all. Even if they know that they fainted in the back of the palace, they will not help them up.
"You don't stop someone from hiding in the palace? And don't you say anything to me?"
The honest girl changed into a fragrant palette and wiped Bai Chu's arms wet, "I'm a close servant, not a guard."
"Oh, that's it. Then what's going on with the knife hidden in your veil?"
The veil that was about to touch Bai Chu's neck paused slightly.