"Ha ha ha ha."
Wei Junzhai gave a smug smile.
Ku Chan thought to himself that the old Taoist priest with the ox nose was going crazy again.
Wei Junzhai took out a piece of paper and slapped it on Ku Chan, "Oh no, I've been hit by a puppet talisman."
"There's no puppet talisman on this, it's just a blank piece of paper, hahahaha."
Ku Chan realized that he had been tricked, but he was helpless. He had already taken the poison and had to obey Wei Junzhai's orders.
The Imperial Master teased Ku Chan, who looked miserable and felt miserable too.
Holding a handwritten letter from the Queen Mother, he was escorted to Wuliang Mountain by three disciples of Wei Junzhai to set up the battle formation.
Ku Chan and his entourage rode light and fast horses, leaving the imperial guards hundreds of miles behind.
The novelty of the journey gradually faded, and the concubines who accompanied the emperor out of the palace began to feel a little upset.
At night, the maids of Concubine Jin and Concubine Yi had an argument over a bucket of hot water.
"Wenqin, tell me, what's going on?" Concubine Yi came out to support her maid with an aggressive attitude.
"I gathered firewood from the back hills and boiled a pot of hot water. Before I could bring it to the Empress, Aunt Qiu stole my hot water without explanation."
Ah Qiu was relentless. "Others have also scooped out the hot water from the pot. Why are you blaming me? And don't make such harsh remarks about stealing. Yesterday, I didn't hold it against you for stealing our bamboo poles for drying clothes."
Wen Qin was so angry that she rushed up and slapped A Qiu in the face. The two of them started fighting and couldn't be pulled apart.
Concubine Yi shouted, "Stop it!"
The two maids turned a deaf ear to them. Concubine Jin rushed out of the tent, picked up a wooden stick and hit Wen Qin. Wen Qin quickly dodged, and the stick missed Wen Qin but injured her own maid A Qiu instead.
Aqiu covered her bleeding head and looked at Concubine Jin in disbelief. She had fought with Wen Qin to protect the Empress, but the Empress hit her.
"What are you looking at? Aren't you ashamed? Go back here."
Concubine Jin returned to the tent alone. Aqiu sat under a tree and cried, covering her wounds. She was covered with scars. Concubine Jin thought she was unlucky and refused to let her go back to the tent.
"Golden wound medicine, next."
"Thank you, Imperial Master, for the medicine."
"I really feel sorry for you. You risked your life to protect Concubine Jin, but Concubine Jin..."
Wei Junzhai stopped talking and stood up to leave.
"There's an empty tent to the west. You can go there to take shelter from the wind."
Ah Qiu took the medicine and poured it on her head. She held it backwards, so the powder always fell in the wrong place. She took the bottle with one hand and sprinkled it on her wound. Ah Qiu felt pain and said, "Hiss, thank you."
When she looked back, she saw that the person who helped her was Wen Qin, who had fought with her.
The two of them sat in an empty tent. Aqiu suddenly sneezed. Wen Qin brought a handful of dry firewood and started a fire.
The two of them sat by the fire. Aqiu warmed himself by the fire and his body gradually warmed up. The wound that had just been treated with medicine didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
"How long have you been in the palace?"
Wen Qin put a small pot on the fire with hot water in it. The two sat in silence. After the water was heated, she took out a handkerchief, dipped it in hot water, wrung it dry, and handed it to Aqiu.
Aqiu wiped the blood off his face, and Wenqin took the handkerchief and put it in the wooden basin to wash.
Then Wen Qin got up to pour some water, brought a quilt from her tent, and squatted on the ground to spread the hay.
Then she sat back by the fire again, and Aqiu covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
She had just had a fight with Wen Qin, and Wen Qin helped her boil water and made her bed.
It was freezing cold and without bedding, you would freeze to death in one night. It was not as warm outside the palace as inside.
"Stop crying."
"Sister Wenqin, I didn't mean to fight with you today. I just don't want to see others humiliate me."
"We're all servants, I understand how you feel."
Aqiu cried for a while, raised her sleeves to wipe her tears, and Wenqin took out a handkerchief and gave it to her.
"Aqiu, how long have you been in the palace?"
"I entered the palace at the age of seven and am thirteen this year."
"Why did you enter the palace as a slave?"
"There are too many sisters in my family to support, so my parents coaxed me to follow my cousin to the city, saying they would buy me a red hairband and flowery clothes."
"The daughter of the village chief wears fancy clothes every year, but I have never worn new clothes. All my clothes are my sisters' old clothes."
After hearing what Aqiu said, Wen Qin's memories flooded into her mind.
"The new Ah Da, the old Ah Er, and the supplement Ah San."
Wen Qin's eyes were full of inferiority and sadness.
The two held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, "It turns out that Sister Wenqin is the same as me."
Concubine Jin accidentally hit Aqiu, but she didn't care about her life or death. After all, even if Aqiu was gone, there would be new maids to serve her.
Instead, Wen Qin, who came from the same poor family as her, was willing to lend her a helping hand.
The carriage was moving so fast that the camping tents hadn't even had time to be taken down when the Queen Mother urged everyone on, "The Third Prince's condition has worsened, so hurry up and move on."
The Empress Dowager was concerned about the Third Prince and didn't care about the Emperor's health at all. The Emperor had to review memorials every day and suffer the fatigue of traveling.
After returning from Dongzhou, he hardly had a good rest.
Ever since he set out for Wuliang Mountain, his headache has recurred.
The emperor looked sick and listless.
The Queen Mother thought he was pretending and angrily scolded him, "You are usually full of energy, but you become sick at the critical moment. Your Majesty, the Third Prince is your own brother."
The emperor didn't want to argue, so he agreed to hurry on.
Xunhe saw it all and was worried.
He secretly sent Fugui back to the palace to seek help from Gu Yinwei, "Go and ask Empress Xiang for a rune to cure motion sickness.
"Okay, Master."
Fugui rode his horse back. After Fugui left, Xunhe was the only reliable person left by the emperor.
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