This woman (she means herself) truly does not have the majesty of the imperial court, she does not like it one bit, so much so that she is thinking about going back all the time . Sometimes, she also wants to try committing suicide by hitting the wall, but she has no courage, fearing to breathe her last breath .

  "Ah! Ah . . . what’s to be done? these past two years have been driving me insane, it’s pressuring me into becoming crazy! Boohoo~ (whimpering sound) I want to return, to go back!

  I want to see Mom and Dad, I want to study, go to school, I have yet to meet a handsome and graceful senior, yet to . . . A~h, my newly purchased notebook, (இ﹏இ’｡) I haven’t been attending for a long while, haven’t been microblogging on Weibo, I planted flowers, raised fish, and my dear monsters!" Don’t misunderstand, the monsters are those in the game I play .

  "Master! You . . . what’s wrong with you?" Jing xin was scared . The master couldn’t find the bed and was hit, so began to talk nonsense?

  "Boohoo~ , Jing xin , I don’t want to be

  ( wang fei : imperial concubine of a king or monarch) , don’t want to play palace struggle, not even interested in playing stay in house!" Qu Tan’er felt that she has almost gone mad, she couldn’t help but pull the sleeves of Jing xin and cry bitterly . Just, she hasn’t dripped a tear for a long time . She wants to swear and roar to vent her frustration at least once .

  " Master, master, the eight king’s place . . . this slave has not gone to yet . " The mirror quickly said the words that had been lingering in her mind for a long time . "The bed in the painting, master think about it, ordinary people would not be able to use it nor obtain it . Maybe the bed is in

  ’s place . The only person of an honorable/respectable noble position we encountered, is, wang ye . "

  ( wang ye : prince )

  "Eh?" Qu Tan’er suddenly quieted down, blinking her jet black big eyes, looking like pondering about the possibility of Jing xin’s words, indeed, the ancient charm and the exquisite workmanship of the bed are not affordable for ordinary people . How did she not think of it before? "Jing xin, why didn’t you go to see his bed before?"

  "Slave can’t get in . "

  "Why?" Qu Tan’er asked confusedly .

  "Because the door of wang ye’s room isclosed, the slave can’t get in . "

  "Closed?, then you can openit . "

  "The door is closed, and there’s also people keeping watch . " Jingxin rolled her eyes

  The conversation just made was really stupid .

  Qu Tan’er is silent .

  Then . . .

  about two quarters later .

  The frost courtyard of Mo Liancheng, behind a bigtree .

  " Jing xin, say, is that the bedroom of MoLiancheng?" Qu Tan’er sneaked out a small head, squinting slightly,staring at the closed door, and then carefully sweeping around to assess the situation,didn’t you say that there is always someone guarding? Why can’t I see asingle person there?

  "Yes . "

  "Did you not say, there are people keeping watch? Thosepeople, where did they go?"

  "Slave does not know . "

  "Where is Mo Liancheng now?"

  "Slave has just asked, Wang Ye is now in the studyroom, will not come back for a while . " Jing xin replied .

  "En (nonverbal grunt meaning okay or yeah; agreement), that’s good . . . go, let’s go . " Qu Tan’er nodded and slowly walked out from behind the tree and went straight toward the goal . When it was determined that there were really no people around, their footsteps could not help but Speeded up a little . One step, two steps . . . Finally, standing in front of the door, as if, she can return to the modern era immediately . With a bigger hope, excitement and infinite expectation, she trembled . Her little hand was about to touch the door handle -

  "Wang fei is looking for wang ye? "

  Half way through, a voice suddenly interrupted their action!

  Qu Tan’er stopped her movement in the air, taking a deep breath, gently turning her body back, she gave that person a fake smile .