Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Lingcheng is vast and sparsely populated, so there shouldn't be so many forced laborers in the city.

The magistrate of Lingcheng County is a man in his early thirties. He was a Jinshi who passed the imperial examination last spring and was assigned to serve as the county magistrate here.

The magistrate of Lingnan County bowed and answered truthfully: "General Ye, Nanzhou needs to build dikes and dams to deal with the flood. Nanzhou does not have enough manpower, so the laborers exiled to Lingnan were sent here to build dikes and dams to resist the flood. But don't worry, General, I will never deduct the food allocated by the court. Even the lowest-level laborers can have two bowls of porridge every day."

Sun Qingmei glanced at the laborers. Under the silvery moonlight, all of them looked tired and were sleeping soundly against the wall in the windproof area, but none of them looked too thin.

Tents were set up in the city, including five or six porridge stalls, and the laborers lined up to drink porridge.

Sun Qingmei said nothing more and rode towards the official residence.

Just as he reached the gate of the official residence, a woman in plain clothes rushed out from nowhere. The woman rushed in front of the deputy general's horse, frightening the horse, and the deputy general quickly pulled the reins.

The BMW raised its hoof and almost kicked the woman.

The deputy general was startled and frowned, "Where did you come from? Aren't you afraid of being trampled to death by bumping into the horse?"

The woman's slender body trembled. She knelt in front of the horse, huddled together, looking delicate, weak and pitiful.

The moonlight was bright. She raised her head, revealing a fairly pretty face, and trembled timidly: "I deserve to die. I accidentally disturbed the general. I hope the general will forgive me."

There are tears in her eyes, like pear blossoms in the rain.

Very poor.

The deputy general had been fighting in Liangzhou for many years, and was surrounded by rough men and wild female warriors. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. For a moment, the deputy general's eyes were wide open.

When the girl saw this, she deliberately covered her chest and coughed, looking like she was about to faint.

"General, it's my fault for offending you. I'm leaving now." The girl frowned slightly and pretended to leave.

After taking two steps, she would pretend to faint.

The deputy general scratched his head and said innocently, "I am just a guard, not a general, girl, please don't yell at me."

The girl in plain clothes was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the other horse next to her. It was already dark, and on that black horse sat Sun Qingmei, who was wearing a breastplate.

Sun Qingmei wore no makeup, her long hair was tied up high, two strands of black hair hung down at her temples, and her eyes were dark. After running around day and night, Sun Qingmei had a faint tiredness on her face, and her eyes were dark.

His nose is straight and his eyebrows reveal a heroic look.

The girl in plain clothes was stunned. She rubbed her eyes vigorously and said in disbelief: "Sister-in-law? You are the sister-in-law?"

After careful identification, the plain-clothed girl showed joy on her face, poked her nose and shouted: "Sister-in-law, I am Shangguan Qian! You should recognize me!"

The girl in plain clothes was Shangguan Qian.

Back then, Sun Qingmei brought a huge dowry and married Shangguan Xuan in Yanjing City. Later, Sun Qingmei and Shangguan Xuan divorced, and all the direct descendants of the Shangguan family were exiled to Lingnan.

Unexpectedly, after several months, we met again in the small mountain town.

Shangguan Qian seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. She threw herself on Sun Qingmei's horse and begged with tears: "Sister-in-law, please help me. I am having a hard time now. Sister-in-law, can you take me back to Yanjing City?"

The whole family was exiled. Shangguan Qian was no longer the high and mighty young lady of a marquisate. She was reduced to the lowest level of servant, doing hard labor and hard work, and her life was worse than death.

During the flood in Nanzhou, the exiled criminals and their families were driven to Nanzhou. The men moved stones to build the dam, and the women sewed coarse clothes and cooked.

Shangguan Qian complained bitterly.

She is not reconciled.

After hearing that a great general was coming to Lingcheng today, she secretly waited at the gate of the official residence, hoping to attract the general's attention by pretending to be a fake. If she was lucky, she could be favored by the general and get rid of her hard life from then on.

After discovering that the legendary general was actually her sister-in-law, Shangguan Qian was overjoyed. She thought her chance to turn things around had come.

Sun Qingmei sat high on the horse's head and glanced coldly at Shangguan Qian: "I have long since severed ties with the Shangguan family."

After saying that, Sun Qingmei rode her horse into the official residence.

Seeing this, the deputy general ignored the crying Shangguan Qian and followed Sun Qingmei into the official residence.

Once the gate was closed, Shangguan Qian was stopped in front of the heavy door.

Shangguan Qian was dumbfounded, and desperately knocked on the door of the official residence: "Sister-in-law, you can't be so heartless! Help me, help my brother! My brother is also in the city, I will let my brother apologize to you right now!"

The bailiffs in the official residence were unwilling to tolerate this and immediately dragged the crying Shangguan Qian away and sent her back to the cloth workshop to continue weaving.

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Sun Qingmei took the time to rest, opened her eyes quickly before dawn, had a simple breakfast, and quickly rode away from the official residence in Lingcheng.

The laborers in the city woke up one after another and lined up to get porridge to fill their stomachs.

"drive!"

"Give way!"

Two horses came galloping over and the laborers moved aside.

Someone murmured: "Who are those two people, wearing armor, are they generals from somewhere?"

"I heard he was from Liangzhou City, and was ordered to go to Yanjing City to do some business."

"How impressive. Is that horse in front a female general?"

"Yes, I heard it was General Sun from Liangzhou City. Last year, the barbarians attacked the border city, and it was General Sun who led the troops and drove the bandits back three hundred miles."

The servants were talking about it.

Among them, a young laborer with a haggard face, holding a broken bowl with a chipped mouth, queued up numbly. He was Shangguan Xuan who was exiled to Lingnan and was once a glorious general.

When Shangguan Xuan heard people around him talking about "General Sun", doubts appeared on his numb brows and his eyeballs moved like rust.

He looked up.

The morning spring breeze blew, ruffling the black hair at the temples of the young female general, and she rode her horse skillfully.

It’s Sun Qingmei.

She was no longer the pretty lady in the boudoir, but a heroic female general.

The horse galloped like lightning, disappearing in a flash. Shangguan Xuan stared at the handsome back and suddenly laughed softly.

Shangguan Xuan laughed and laughed, then covered his face and burst into tears.

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In the palace.

Time flies. Ten days have passed since Shen Wei fell into a coma due to the poisoning, and Shen Wei's condition seems to be getting worse and worse.

He was hanging on by one breath.

After Li Yuanjing finished his work every day, he would always stay by the bed. He could see clearly that Shen Wei was declining at a slow pace.

Like a withering spring flower.

The night was dark, and the Yongning Palace was shrouded in a faint medicinal aroma. Le You sat on a small stool beside the bed in the bedroom, tilted his head and asked Li Yuanjing: "Father, when will mother wake up?"

Li Yuanjing touched his daughter's hair and said, "She will wake up in two days."

Leyou lowered his head dejectedly.

Crystal clear tears rolled down and seeped into the carpet beside the bed.

Li Yuanjing comforted his daughter and held Shen Wei's hand again. He didn't like the cold temperature of Shen Wei's fingers. It seemed that if he warmed them up a little, he would have hope to continue living.

But this time, Li Yuanjing touched Shen Wei's fingers and accidentally felt her wrist pulse.

The pulse was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

His head was buzzing: "Someone, tell Mo Xun!"