Accept the Favored Concubine

In the past, she most wanted to escape from the nunnery, but later she preferred to hide in the nunnery for the rest of her life. At least the nunnery doesn't have to serve the living King of Hell in the middle of the night. ******* Theater: After a day of duty, dragging her lead-filled legs, Jiang Wuyi wanted to lie down, but the guard waiting outside the courtyard quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Boy, the regent is waiting for you to come over and serve Mo, please." The captain of the guard stood with his sword horizontally, and the silver dragon pattern on the tiger-head scabbard flashed under the lamp, making her dizzy. Other servants stayed far away, but even when passing by from a distance, they would still bow deeply to show respect. In the study, Rong Zhaoye sat upright, looking through the memorials motionless. Just looking at her back from a distance, she felt her calves begin to spin and sweat broke out on her forehead. "Master Jun, the snow in the little... Little west courtyard has not been swept away yet." The captain of the guard said with an expressionless expression: "Wait for three more breaths." "!!!" Jiang Wuyi trembled, not daring to delay any longer, and ran towards the study room in a hurry and fearfully. The man in front of the case finally turned over the memorial and stood up, his knees weak with shock. The candlelight suddenly jumped, casting Rong Zhaoye's shadow at her feet. The dark patterns on the ink-colored court clothes flowed in the light, which was actually more captivating than the Shura in the nunnery mural. ——It turns out that this hell on earth is even more breathless than the Ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.