Chapter 1:

On the third day of February, Jinglong was a very special day in Tian’s career.
This day is the 7th anniversary of her becoming an eunuch.
Today, seven years ago, she was only eleven years old. For some ulterior motives, she used the management loopholes of the Forbidden City and became an eunuch. After two years, every time the Emperor went to the throne, he was in the throne today, and the next year he changed Yuan Jinglong until now.
Tian Qi still remembers the lively scene of the emperor's death. At that time, she was just a nameless pawn. She even wore filial piety for many days. She was taken to the place where the emperor stopped the spirit to take a few scorpions to show sorrow.
Now, she is still a nameless pawn, she is still wearing filial piety, she is still sorrowful.
This time is really sad, the pain is dead!
The one who died before the eyes was Song Zhaoyi, who had only half a month of master servant sentiment with Tian Qi. Half a month ago, Tian Qi spent a lot of effort, and it was the trustee who made the money and came to serve with Song Zhaoyi.
Don't look at Song Zhaoyi is just a four-character Zhaoyi, but the future is boundless. She was only a small talent before. She entered the palace for less than half a year, and soon got the emperor's favor. Later, she was pregnant with the dragon species. The emperor was happy and directly gave Zhao Zhao. As long as she succeeded in giving birth to the emperor, regardless of men and women, Jiafeng is affirmative, and the worst is also embarrassing.
Everyone knows that the hot stove is burning, so the seat around Song Zhaoyi is very popular. Before Tian Qi, the internal official was a six-character leader. She spent more than half of her savings and made a cold-stricken supervision. With this hat of the five products, when she came to Tianxianglou, she was close enough to wait for the master of Zhaoyi. It is also that she is catching up. The eunuchs around Song Zhaoyi are engaged in ghosts and they have been developed by the master of Zhaoyi. So Tian Jian’s top has attracted countless people to envy and hate.
Tian Jianyu looks good, his mouth is sweet, his brain is also smart, and Zhaoyi’s master is very fond of it. However, the half-moon scene, one master and one servant have already played hot, Zhao Zhao’s master has a tendency to take Tian Qi as a confidant.
Seeing that the prospects are good, but no one thought that Song Zhaoyi had a hard time giving birth when he gave birth to a child. Not only big, but even small is not guaranteed. Poor little prince, the small arm and the calf grow very fat and fat, and when he was taken out, he was already out of breath.
Tian Qi cried a bitch. More than two hundred and two silver, ask the grandfather to tell how much the grandmother burned, God, you are not pitting me!
Of course, the distressed Zhaoyi master is also there. After all, this master is really good for her.
As soon as he mentioned this master, Tian Qi couldn't help but think of his first two masters. She had served a beauty and a talented person before, and both of them were beautiful women who could enter the eyes of the emperor. Unfortunately, the two masters were all killed within one month of Tian Qi’s job without exception.
Look at this in front of you.
... your uncle!
Tianxianglou was the place where Song Zhaoyi lived before his death. After her death, Lingbi also stopped here. Song Zhaoyi didn't leave his blood at the young age. The only child was lying in her arms, so there was no male to guard her spirit at night. Her position is low and she cannot be kept by the emperor's son.
Therefore, this matter can only be done by the eunuch.
Tian Qi volunteered and took the initiative to take on the task of guarding the spirit. Anyway, she is the highest level in Tianxianglou, and it is also the duty of the master of Zhaoyi. It is also the duty to keep the spirit of the master.
It’s not a wonderful experience to keep a coffin alone on a cold spring night. Probably God also felt that the master of Zhaoyi died poorly, and the weather suddenly cooled down, and the frozen fingertips were hairy. At this time, it was already in the early spring, and the charcoal pot was withdrawn. Tianqi was also not troublesome to ask another person to come to the charcoal basin. The brazier burning paper was not enough for heating. She was kneeling on the ground, and she had to squat with her hands tightly. There was a wind blowing in, and she was so cold that she narrowed her neck.
Still want to cry.
She spent seven years of money, and his mother used it to beat someone. It’s a pity that one of the dead ones died, one after another died, one after another died... so hard and tired!
Tian Qi has a sense of powerlessness played by fate.
So she cried again, tears in her eyes, blurred in front of her eyes. She simply closed her eyes and snorted. Anyway, she was alone, and she didn't have to worry about her manners.
If someone asks, she can say that she is too sorrowful and cannot be herself.
After crying for a while, she reached out and touched the ground on her side, touched the handkerchief, took it and wiped her tears, and returned her handkerchief to her place.
Then cry.
The hall was empty and empty, surrounded by white pelicans, the door was wide open, the wind blew in, the white swaying with the wind, the white candlelight was blown and kept beating, as if welcoming the soul of the deceased.
There was a man in the hall, his back was slender, his back was weak and he was lying, his shoulders fell, and he shook.
The room echoed the crying number of this person. "The master... Why are you dying? The master..." Suddenly, sucking his nose and crying. "What can I do if you die?"
This is the scene that Ji Henggang saw when he stepped into the hall.
Hearing the crying number of the man, Ji Heng’s face was dark and dark. Yesterday was February 2, the dragon looked up, very good day, I heard Song Zhaoyi production, I thought it would be double happiness, but I did not expect it to be a corpse. He waited for a day outside the delivery room. From sunrise to sunset, he heard that both the mother and the child could not keep it. For a time, he couldn't believe it. When he stood up, his body was stunned and he was taken back to the Qing Palace.
In the end, I could not see the last side of Song Zhaoyi.
Ji Heng has seen Song Zhaoyi once during the day. He was unwilling to be lucky this evening. When he was quiet and clear, he went out and walked away, and he unwittingly went to Tianxianglou. The who was outside the building night saw Ji Heng, who was about to sing but was stopped by him.
Still don't disturb the incense.
So Ji Heng stepped into the hall, and saw the back of Tian Qi's back. The ear was a cry and a scream, a bit miserable, a bit sad, and a bit...noisy.
When he came to the hall during the day, he also saw many people crying, but he didn’t know if he was crying a little bit. There is no one here, and this person can cry like this. It seems to be really sad.
Ji Heng sighed silently. I can't think of anyone who could be so heartbroken after Song Zhaoyi's death. She can probably have some comfort in the Spirit of Heaven.
This slave is faithful and his heart is also true.
Followed by Ji Heng, the supervisor Sheng Anhuai, who saw the people on the ground crying very forgetful, and wanted to remind Tian Tian to turn around to see the driver, but did not want him to open his mouth, Ji Heng Behind his eyes, he raised his hand to stop him.
Ji Heng went up and walked over. He stopped at Tian Qi's side, staring at the coffin, and he didn't care about his feet.
Under the satin soap boots of the Golden Side, a solid wet step on the piece. He still doesn't know.
Sheng Anhuai saw it, but when he saw it, he should not see it. The fool would remind the emperor to step on something.
Ji Heng stood for a while, feeling a thousand, and blocked a lot of words in his chest, and only turned into a long sigh in the end.
This sigh was concealed by the loud cry of Tian Qi, so Tian Qi failed to detect it. She was still closed her eyes and her face was covered with tears, so she pulled her hand and touched the slap.
The hand has not touched the ground and has touched a piece of cloth. Tian Qi was already crying and fainting. He didn't think about it. When he touched the cloth, he grabbed it and wiped it a few times on his face.
Sheng Anhuai stood behind and looked stunned.
The impact of this picture is so great that the reliable with more than 30 years of work experience has forgotten to stop the sound. Stone sculpture is generally standing still and his eyes are almost falling out.
Tian Qi wiped his tears, but he was addicted, and while he was squatting, he moved the fabric down and blocked it in front of his nose.
Ji Heng felt a moment, trying to comfort the heartbroken a few words, by the way to give a reward, as a reward for the loyal slaves.
He bowed his head and saw that the heartbroken was pulling his nose and rubbing his nose.