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

The emperor approved, and in the afternoon all the roses in the yard were cleared away, and various flowers and green plants were quickly planted.

Shen Wei still felt disgusted and even had a lot of screens, curtains, tables and chairs in the palace replaced.

As dusk approached, Shen Wei sat leisurely on a recliner. Her favorite snacks were placed on the table, and her favorite storybook was at hand. She ate while flipping through the storybook.

Until Caizhu came over and said, "Miss, Doctor Mo is here to check your pulse."

Shen Wei didn't even raise her head: "Let him in."

She thought it was the imperial physician in the palace.

Who would have thought that after a while, Shen Wei heard a familiar voice calling: "Imperial Concubine - Oh no, Queen Mother, that doesn't seem right... What should I call you?"

Shen Wei put the notebook down with a snap, and when she looked up, she saw Mo Xun, who was carrying a medicine box and had a thin face.

The evening breeze blew, and Shen Wei and Mo Xun's eyes met. Since they parted at the Qing Palace, Shen Wei could no longer find Mo Xun's trace. Unexpectedly, they met at the Nanchu Palace today.

After not seeing each other for many years, Mo Xun's eyebrows and eyes looked a little old. Maybe she was in a bad mood, she looked sad, and there were faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Shen Wei dismissed the palace maids.

Mo Xun sat down on the chair next to Shen Wei. Mo Xun looked at Shen Wei with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see the former Concubine Shen's face through this unfamiliar skin.

Shen Wei let her look at her.

Mo Xun thought for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Odds change but evens don't?"

Shen Wei's hand holding the notebook froze.

Seeing that Shen Wei didn't answer, Mo Xun scratched his head and whispered, "I love the way you don't kneel, I love you——"

Shen Wei looked at Mo Xun dimly.

Mo Xun was still muttering: "This doesn't match the code, could it be a post-2000s..."

Mo Xun was still racking his brains to think.

The soul that can drive the instrument to work must be a soul containing modern neutrinos. Mo Xun has been doubting for the past two years, suspecting that Shen Wei and she are from the same era.

Today, Mo Xun got the chance and came to visit, wanting to find out Shen Wei's background in a roundabout way.

Who knew that Shen Wei remained silent the whole time.

Mo Xun muttered to himself: "It's impossible. The soul neutrinos captured by physics experiments only come from modern people."

Unexpectedly, Shen Wei suddenly asked: "Which unit are you from?"

Mo Xun was still immersed in modern memories, and answered subconsciously: "Li Qingxun, a researcher at the Special Technology Research Institute. Which unit are you from?"

Shen Wei curled her lips and smiled: "Founder of Micro World Technology, Shen Wei."

Mo Xun came back to his senses immediately.

She looked at Shen Wei in surprise, her lips began to tremble. Slowly, Mo Xun's eyes turned red, she screamed, rushed over and hugged Shen Wei tightly: "Fellow villager! Damn it, it's been almost 80 years, and I finally met a fellow villager!"

Mo Xun was ecstatic!

God knows how lonely she is when she lands in a strange era. Even though she has made great achievements, worn the imperial robe, and gained supreme power and unique love, she is still lonely in her heart like a wasteland.

It was a wasteland with weeds growing everywhere.

That is a cry that does not belong to this era.

What's worse is that after Mo Xun died of illness a hundred years ago, she thought she could return to the modern era. But when she opened her eyes again, she was a hundred years later and was forced to live in a strange world for several decades longer.

"Calm down, calm down." Shen Wei handed Mo Xun a cup of tea.

Mo Xun held the teacup, bitter tears falling.

After a long while, the excitement finally subsided. Mo Xun drank half a cup of tea and asked Shen Wei, "Are you the founder of Micro World Technology? Wait, the Micro World Technology in the Third Ring Road Industrial Park?"

Shen Wei nodded slightly: "Yes."

Mo Xun: "I remember now, that company is quite large, specializing in the production of technological parts, and also taking on port projects. The special screws for the research institute's instruments were produced by your company, and the quality is pretty good."

Shen Wei was surprised: "You remember it so clearly?"

Mo Xun put down the teacup and said sadly, "When I have nothing to do, I always imagine the past world in my mind, think about the people and things I met, think about the flowers and plants, and even want to work overtime. I'm afraid that if I stay here for too long, I will forget the past."

Mo Xun chattered for a while.

Shen Wei asked curiously, "Li Yuanli knows your identity?"

When Li Yuanli was mentioned, Mo Xun's face showed some displeasure. She said angrily, "How dare this bastard imprison his ancestor! Two years ago, I was insane for a while and said a lot of modern things, which he heard. He used the instrument developed by the research institute to exchange your soul with Lu Yun's, but the instrument went out of control, Lu Yun died, and you entered this body."

After Mo Xun's explanation, Shen Wei finally understood the truth of the matter.

Mo Xun sighed, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have slept with Zhang Hean. Who would have thought that he looked good, but was actually a paranoid psychopath. All the descendants of the Nanchu royal family are crazy."

When fellow villagers met, Mo Xun pulled Shen Wei aside to chat, wishing he could tell Shen Wei all the words he had accumulated for decades.

It was dark, and Mo Xun could not stay any longer, so he said goodbye to Shen Wei reluctantly: "Rest well tonight, I will come to see you tomorrow. Li Yuanli will definitely come to see you tonight, remember to protect yourself. If he really wants to force himself on you, just castrate him with a knife."

Mo Xun gave numerous warnings and instructions, looking back every few steps as he left.

Night falls.

The imperial kitchen served a variety of delicacies to the table, most of which were Qing cuisine, and there were also a few dishes from Southern Chu that Shen Wei loved. Shen Wei was hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and slowly tasted the food.

Caizhu was at the side, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Dinner was ready, and we had to wait for the emperor to come and eat. This girl actually ate without waiting for the emperor, which was really inappropriate.

There were rustling footsteps outside the Changle Palace. After Li Yuanli had finished his work, he came to the Changle Palace in the dark.

The palace maid reported.

The palace maids of Changle Palace were kneeling on the ground, but Shen Wei did not come out to greet them.

Li Yuanli was not angry, this was Shen Wei's personality. Shen Wei looked weak, but her knees were harder than anyone else's.

He glanced across the messy yard. The roses in the yard had been plucked out, and the newly transplanted flowers and plants were a little wilted. Under the eaves, the palace lanterns were bright, and the soft light was shining.

Changle Palace, which had been lonely for more than ten years, finally welcomed its owner.

The night enveloped the palace, and the palace maids knelt on the ground, no one dared to speak. Li Yuanli stopped under the eaves, watching the warm candlelight shining through. Shen Wei was picking up a pair of jade chopsticks and picking up fresh asparagus from the plate. She was enjoying the food leisurely and contentedly.

Li Yuanli watched quietly.

My heart, which had been empty for many years, was filled for the first time.