Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Fukuko originally had no name.

His father called him Lao Wu. After he entered the palace, a eunuch saw that Fu Zi had a fat face and called him Fu Zi.

As Fu Zi spoke, she cried and cried until she slowly fell asleep.

Lin Shou finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully.

In the blink of an eye, winter arrived.

The snow in December fell silently, like cotton wool, covering the two-courtyard house.

The blue brick ground in the front yard was completely covered by snow, leaving only three feet of ground under the eaves, with some dark blue-green brick seams showing.

The old plum tree in the east corner had its branches covered with thick snow, but a few bright red plum buds peeked out from the snowdrifts, like rouge that had been accidentally splashed on.

The vermilion railings of the covered walkway were faded by the snow, and the octagonal lanterns hanging under the walkway were covered with a thin layer of snow. When the wind blew, the lantern tassels swayed, and snowflakes fell down in a flurry.

After passing through the hanging flower gate, you enter the backyard.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of snowflakes hitting the bamboo leaves.

Occasionally, a sparrow would land on a plum branch, shake off the snow, and then flutter away, pecking a few tiny holes in the snow.

The entire courtyard was white, so white it was dazzling. Even the air seemed frozen; taking a breath sent chills down your spine.

Qi Ran squatted down under the courtyard wall and pulled out a few weeds.

As he looked up, the boy's eyelashes, which had been drooping, trembled slightly.

Snowflakes fell softly from the eaves, landing like shattered jade on his hair and brow bone, instantly melting into a cool, damp sensation.

Those eyes, once brimming with autumn water, now held a vast expanse of white, their eyelashes dusted with fine snowflakes, like two fluttering butterfly wings.

The wind swept large snowflakes across his cheeks, making his thin clothes flutter loudly.

His lips were slightly pink from the cold, but he was completely unaware of it.

I just watched as the boundless snow fell softly from the leaden clouds, covering the upturned eaves, the plum branches in the corner of the courtyard, and the silent world.

There was neither admiration nor joy in his eyes.

There was only a serene stillness that blended with the snow, like a lone white plum blossom blooming in the snow in the cold winter.

Looking at the figure through the snow-covered branches in the courtyard, Gu Qing stood by the window, reached out his hand, and loosely grasped it, as if he wanted to trap the person in his palm forever.

To everyone's surprise, the young man turned around, saw Gu Qing looking at him, and nodded and smiled.

Gu Qing blushed, closed the window, and couldn't concentrate on his book anymore.

Leaning back on the soft couch, my mind was filled with that scene.

With her red lips and white teeth, she looked like a celestial being descended to earth.

Qi Ran washed her hands, brought in a sprig of plum blossom, and placed it in the white jade vase in front of Gu Qing's table.

A faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted through the air. Gu Qing called out to him, "Stop busying yourself and come warm yourself by the fire."

"Mmm." Qi Ran obediently moved a small stool over, sat down by the stove, and stretched out her fair fingertips.

The fingertips are red, beautiful and alluring.

Last year they were still in the cold palace, but today they're doing better.

Gu Qing remembered something and told Qi Ran to take out five taels of silver from the drawer under the window. He gave half to Fu Zi and half to Lin Shou, and kept the other five taels for himself.

Qi Ran thanked Gu Qing, opened the drawer with the key, took out ten taels of silver, wrapped it in red paper, and made it more festive.

That night, Qi Ran went to Fu Zi's place.

Tonight is the last day of the year, which makes it special.

Wealthy masters would reward their servants during this year.

Fu Zi thought they didn't have any, after all, His Highness was very poor.

When Qi Ran arrived, Fu Zi jumped out of bed, took the silver wrapped in red paper, and cheered with joy.

"Wow! Five taels! Your Highness is so kind!"

Lin Shou took his own five taels, looking surprised.

Five taels of silver is a considerable reward, and Lin Shou was quite surprised that Gu Qing would be so generous.

"His Highness is resting and asked me to come and help you. You don't need to stand guard tonight. I heard there's a lantern festival in the Imperial Garden, which His Majesty specially permitted. Go and have some fun."

Qi Ran said that Fu Zi had already put on her clothes.

The palace was oppressive and tedious, and life was monotonous.

Having a time slot that allows people to visit is the most precious thing.

Lin Shouping, who was usually quiet, also became interested in going to take a look.

After the two changed their clothes, they were surprised to see that Qi Ran hadn't moved.

"Brother Qi, aren't you going?" Fu Zi asked.

"I won't go. In case His Highness needs anything, I'll be prepared. You guys go have fun."

"Ah, didn't His Highness say we don't have to stand guard at night? Brother Qi, you should go too. If you don't go, I won't go either," Fu Zi said, pouting unhappily.

"Go ahead, it's a rare opportunity." Lin Shou also felt that Qi Ran didn't need to guard His Highness every day.

They were servants, but they didn't give their lives for His Highness.

When their term of service is up, they will all have to leave the palace to pursue their own future.

"Come on, Brother Qi." Fu Zi hugged Qi Ran's arm and shook it, making Qi Ran dizzy.

"Okay," Qi Ran agreed.

The three of them left Qinghui Courtyard and walked for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at their destination.

The Peacock Terrace.

The royal palace of the Gu Kingdom has a peacock platform, and below the platform are various gardens, which are also part of the imperial garden.

Standing on the Peacock Terrace, one can observe everything in the capital city outside the palace, including the twinkling lights on the main street at night.

People outside the palace envy those inside.

Those inside the palace envy those outside.

Many maids and eunuchs strolled around the garden with lanterns, while many concubines of lower rank gathered in the pavilions to enjoy the night view.

In short, with His Majesty's decree, the maids and eunuchs were able to set aside their fears and gather in small groups to play tonight.

The palace guards patrol every half hour to maintain security.

Qi Ran, Fu Zi, and Lin Shou climbed onto the Peacock Terrace.

The wind on the high platform whipped at my clothes, and as I leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance, the entire capital was immersed in a flowing sea of ​​lights.

Beneath my feet are layers upon layers of palace walls, their glazed tiles gleaming with a dark golden light in the night, like a sleeping dragon.

Further on, there are crisscrossing streets and alleys, with countless lights twinkling like stars, stretching from Zhuque Avenue all the way to the long embankment outside the city, merging with the stars in the sky, making it impossible to distinguish where the human world ends and the Milky Way begins.

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the night sky.

A fiery red-gold firework suddenly exploded, splashing countless sparks across the inky sky, before instantly transforming into a fine, golden rain that fell softly.

Immediately afterwards, blue, purple, and pink fireworks shot into the sky one after another, one after another, illuminating half the sky.

Amidst the dazzling lights, one could vaguely see people on the long street looking up and cheering. The laughter of children drifted up on the wind, mingling with the lively atmosphere, which somehow diluted the coldness and desolation of the palace.

The wind carried a slightly cool, smoky scent, and the palaces stood silently beneath the high platform, while the distant capital city flickered in and out of view in the light and shadow.

Like a long scroll unfolded by the glow of lights, its splendor seemed almost unreal.

Unlike the gasps of surprise from the Peacock Terrace, the concubines and emperor in the distant pavilions quietly admired the scene.

The wind on the high platform still carried the scent of cooking fires, and the sounds of string and wind instruments from the pavilion gradually subsided.

Gu Yan leaned against the soft couch covered with a white tiger skin, twirling a candied plum between his fingers, his gaze casually sweeping over the throng of people below the stage.