All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

"Li'er, hurry up."

"My Lord, my legs are about to break. I can't go any faster."

"Then I'll run first."

Bu Ji ran back to Yiku Palace in a flash, and was glad that no one saw him on the way there or on the way back.

Li'er arrived later, holding the door frame with one hand, then slowly stuck his head out, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Master, why are you running so fast? There are no wild beasts outside, and the emperor has not turned over the cards today."

Bu Ji held a cup of tea to her mouth, fed her to drink, and patted her back gently to help her calm down.

It's also difficult for Li'er. How can Li'er's physical strength compare with that of a modern person like her?

She used to be a woman who could carry a dead body up and down the stairs with her bare hands, but now the funeral home is so busy that no one can help anyone else.

Especially when she encountered some dead bodies without family members, she not only had to paint the faces of the bodies, but also helped carry them into paper coffins for cremation.

I will cry if I continue.

This is why she is willing to stay here. Although her monthly "salary" is a little less, she has at least become a regular employee. It is stable and not hard, which is much better than her previous life.

"I ran so fast because I was afraid people would see me."

Bu Ji sat down in front of the dressing table and took off the hairpins and pearl flowers on her bun. Li Er picked up the wooden comb and stood behind her to comb her hair.

"Aren't you going to thank him for saving your life?"

Li'er didn't understand. Even if someone saw it, so what? Now everyone in the palace knew that the master was rescued by Prince Yu after falling into the water, so it was reasonable to thank him.

Bu Ji took off her coat and Li'er put it away for her. She was only wearing a white undershirt. She sat on the bed with her legs together, pulled the quilt with one hand, and spoke casually.

"If someone sees it, they will ask about the origin of my painting. My father is an honest official, so how could I have such a valuable painting?"

"My father would provoke the emperor himself, and I dare not cause him any more controversy and trouble."

Li'er tucked in the quilt for her, let down the rolled-up silk bed curtain, and whispered.

"Master, I've already told you that the painting cannot be given away, but you insisted on giving it to me."

"It would be hard to tell my origins if someone saw me."

Bu Ji sighed, looked around the furnishings in the room, and asked back.

"I don't want to either, but take a look at this room. Is there anything valuable that can be given to Prince Yu?"

"I do have jewelry and cloth, but how could a man like Prince Yu like those? Only that painting is suitable to give him."

Li Er felt that what her mistress said made sense. To thank someone, of course one should give them something they like.

The ones Prince Yu likes are not vulgar people, just like the girl in Yongshou Hall, who is not an ordinary woman.

"and many more."

Bu Ji called her and suddenly said.

"You should sleep with me tonight. I am very scared of falling into the water."

Li'er agreed, took off his shoes and socks, and got on the bed.

When the young lady was in the mansion, it was common for her to sleep with her whenever she was scared.

Bu Ji closed his eyes but was not asleep, and asked softly.

"Li'er, I don't remember clearly where that painting came from. Tell me about it."

"Why don't you remember?"

"Maybe he fell into the water, and water got into his brain."

Bu Ji's long eyelashes trembled like wings twice, and his hands huddled in the quilt clenched quietly.

Bah, bah, bah, she is not out of her mind.

This was the first time Li'er heard that falling into water would cause water to enter the brain, but she had no doubt that the young lady must have a reason for saying so.

It must be those quack doctors who didn't treat the young lady properly.

However, if there is water in the brain...it should flow out on its own after a few days, for example through the ears.

"I don't know who that person is, but the young lady has correspondence with him."

"I heard you say before that you met a good friend who wrote poems with you during the Shangsi Festival."

"That person is very talented, and you said he would be the top scholar in the future."

Bu Ji closed his eyes tightly, being very sleepy, and interrupted her.

"Li'er, get to the point."

Bu Ji turned over, head facing outwards, with his hands resting on the outside of the bed curtain, revealing a white wrist, a slender hand, and pink and slender fingers.

Li'er seemed a little embarrassed. She bit her lip and thought for a moment before speaking.

"When that person gave you the painting, he also wrote a letter, saying that it was... a token of love."

She took a deep breath and waited but didn't hear Bu Ji speak, so she leaned closer and called out softly.

"My Lord, my Lord, are you asleep?"

Still no voice answered her.

Bu Ji's breathing was very steady, his chest rising and falling. He was lying on his side on the bed, sleeping soundly. It was unknown whether he heard Li Er's "key" words or not.

Not long after, Li'er also fell asleep.

At about the beginning of the Yin hour, the sky turned pale as the belly of a fish, quietly, lightly, and unnoticeably.

However, perhaps it was the birds on the branches that startled him, but Bu Ji actually started dreaming.

Is it a nightmare? Not really, but it sends chills down one's spine.

In the dream, a woman who looked exactly like her was standing by the lake wearing a veil.

She was wearing a plain tube-top skirt and a green gauze jacket with a piece of water gauze of the same color draped over her sleeves. She had her hair in a Yuanbao bun with a hollow gold flower hairpin inserted in the middle of the bun and Hetian jade beads on her earlobes, looking fresh and elegant.

A man in a plain brocade robe walked towards her, but Bu Ji couldn't see his appearance clearly.

I just felt that his posture was upright and majestic, with one hand behind his back on his waist, and a tender pink peony flower was pinched between his slender fingers.

He was wearing the same robe as everyone else, like a scholar in some academy.

Bu Ji was about to go closer, but the two men left first, walking side by side into the distance, one low and one high, with enough space in between for another person to stand.

The only thing that went beyond the mark was the peony on the woman's temples.

It's really strange, are they lovers in love? Why do they keep a distance? There is no one else here, so it wouldn't matter if they were closer.

There is only one possibility, that is, they are facing separation.

Bu Ji woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, his underwear soaked, and he stared at the embroidery on the bed curtain with wide eyes.

"Will leave...will leave......"

Peony flower was called Jiangli in ancient times.

Li'er rubbed his eyes, got up and looked at her, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, who are you calling?"

"Flowers, I mean flowers."

Bu Ji closed her eyes again. She wanted to go back to her dream and see who the scholarly boy was who had given Bu Ji the flower in her hair.

Her heart ached so much, she felt as hopeless as if she had fallen into an abyss. She was roasted on a fire and frozen in an ice cellar. She had no support either mentally or physically.

This pain does not belong to her, but to "Bu Ji".