All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

"It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Ke Yan walked out quickly with tears in her eyes, as if she was thinking of something very sad.

Even if she didn't say it, Bu Ji knew it.

In the feudal dynasty, the lower class people sang songs and performed to make a living, but were looked down upon by others.

What is an Oiran? It is just a title imposed on women by men in order to highlight their own identity and status when playing with women.

As the value of the women under them increases, their own value also rises.

Ke Yan is the daughter of an otaku. Other women who become prostitutes halfway through their careers sell themselves to Zuiyue Tower and are bullied. It's just pitiful.

It started from the moment she was born, so what is going on?

Li'er realized that she had said the wrong thing. She watched Keyan run out and looked outside the hall for a long time.

When the figure jumped onto the roof and disappeared, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Bu Ji with an apologetic expression.

"My Lord...I didn't mean it."

"Who would have thought that a chivalrous woman beside His Royal Highness Prince Yu would have such a background."

Bu Ji waved his hands, shook his head slightly, and signaled her to shut up with his eyes.

If this matter were heard by someone with ulterior motives, it would definitely cause trouble for Ke Yan and Prince Yu.

"take a break."

"Come with me to the Qianqing Palace tomorrow to give the emperor a sachet."

"I will try to persuade the emperor to give up the idea of ​​sending you to the Ministry of Punishment."

Li'er bowed, walked out of the house respectfully and closed the door.

Bu Ji looked at a plain silver hairpin on the dressing table. It was peacock-shaped, not expensive, but very delicate.

She picked up the hairpin and touched the peacock pattern on it. The slender tip of the hairpin pierced her fingertips. She regretted doing Keyan's makeup.

It is not a good thing for all women to be beautiful.

Once people face up to their own beauty, they will want to use this God-given advantage to obtain things that are difficult to achieve in this life.

This is true for both men and women, but here, it is easier for men to gain power and status, with more ways, such as imperial examinations and hereditary succession. Only women are forced into one path.

She didn't want Ke Yan to use her beauty to please Prince Yu, nor did she want her to give up her abilities and marry Prince Yu as a concubine.

Above the concubines, there are beauties, wives, concubines, and wives...

What is a concubine? It's nothing more than adding the word "private" to the word "oiran".

At daybreak, Li'er pushed the door open and came in carrying a copper basin for washing her face. A cold, clean, white face cloth was placed beside the basin.

Bu Ji heard footsteps, opened his eyes, sat up, lifted the bed curtain, and asked lazily.

"What time is it?"

"My lord, it's already the first quarter of the morning."

"what!"

Bu Ji was no longer sleepy, and he stumbled down in his lake-colored embroidered shoes.

"Li'er, change my clothes quickly."

Li'er dressed her in a lake-colored palace dress and tied an indigo silk belt around her waist. The green and blue colors made her look classy.

She combed her hair into a bun, and inserted a hollow silver hairpin with a cluster of flowers, decorated with purple jade dots, on the slanted part. The lively tassels were scattered on the black hair.

Bu Ji adjusted his cuffs again, picked up the sachet on the table, and ran out.

Li'er followed her breathlessly and found that the road was not to the Qianqing Palace, but a shortcut to the Jinluan Palace.

The young lady is going to wait for the emperor to leave the court.

When Bu Ji ran to the front of the Golden Palace, civil and military officials came out of the hall one after another, holding tablets in their hands, walking side by side in twos or three, whispering to each other.

She placed her hands in front of her, clutching the sachet, and stretched her head to look out at the crowd, searching for the bright yellow figure.

"What can we do?"

"It's a step too late."

Li'er stood beside her timidly. It was the first time he saw the civil and military officials leaving the court. He lowered his head and moved closer to his mistress.

"All the officials have left, and the emperor must have left the court."

"Master, please go back. It would be bad if someone saw you."

Bu Ji's eyes lit up and he pointed at a servant driving a car outside the door.

"Who said that all the people have left? Isn't there still a small official here?"

"The Emperor must still be in there."

The carriage was old and shabby, with three or four patches on it, and could barely fit one person.

Such a poor little official was summoned by the emperor for a private interview. I'm afraid he's in great danger.

Li'er looked in the direction she pointed and recognized the Bu family's servants and carriage at a glance.

"Master, master!"

She screamed, startling all the birds in the trees around her.

"What are you shouting about? Have you seen the emperor?"

"It's not the Emperor, it's Lord Bu. That carriage belongs to the Bu Mansion. Didn't the young lady recognize it?"

Bu Ji's eyes widened. He never expected that a dignified censor would be so shabby, even worse than a landlord working in the fields.

The carriages that the women of Yuguan used to ride into the palace were hundreds of times better than the one parked at the door now.

"I...I see clearly now."

There was no worry on Li'er's face, but she said.

"I don't know when you will be able to come out. The Emperor doesn't have so much to say to you."

Bu Ji swallowed and smiled awkwardly.

It wasn't that Li Ji talked a lot. It was obvious that her father was old and lonely at home. Once he went to court, he finally got the chance to speak.

Li Ji did not have the good temper of the previous emperor, but finally his mouth had a place to be put to good use.

"My lord, the master has come out!"

Li'er excitedly grabbed her hand and told her to look over.

Bu Ji's expression was calm, but when he saw this legendary father, his brows furrowed.

Bu Cong was about sixty years old, with gray hair, sunken eye sockets, and sharp eyes. His back was straight, holding a tablet in one hand, and his steps were sonorous and steady.

He was wearing a scarlet official uniform with a round collar, cloud-patterned cloth boots, and a black gauze hat on his head that was a little washed out, and in the sunlight it looked a colorful, dull black.

For some reason, when Bu Ji looked at him, he thought of that sentence.

Bow down and die.

He didn't need to say anything, just standing there he was the most standard image of an old loyal minister in all dynasties.

Bu Ji suddenly smiled, with tears in his eyes.

She could already imagine how this stubborn old man would glare at Li Ji.

Li'er felt so distressed that she raised her hand, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said aggrievedly.

"Master, don't cry. I will go to Yikun Palace to see you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The concubines in the palace were not allowed to meet their families privately. Only during the day on August 15th, could their families select one or two people to go to the palace to meet their daughters, and they had to return before dark.

Bu Ji took the handkerchief, folded it in his palm, and explained.

"I'm fine, I just got some sand in my eyes."

Suddenly, a very majestic male voice came from behind.

"Who bullied my beloved concubine?"