The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Feng Jin learned very little from his father, but learned many lessons.

The son of heaven, the son of God's love, he knew from a young age that the relationship between his father and his mother was not good. His father was a man who valued his feelings more than his mother, and his mother was a woman who valued his mother more than his feelings.

The prince who is not loved by his father and mother is sometimes not as important as the favored prince, but he can bear it and let his arrogant brother withdraw him from the lotus pond, and then let the whole court know that his brother is stupid. He could see, watched Webster's self-destruction step by step. He could listen and let his father say dissatisfied words to him, knowing that when his father was dying, he found it extremely funny to see the other party's apologetic expression.

Since he did it in the first place, why regret it now? The so-called apology is even more of a joke to him. The entire Kyushu Dynasty belonged to him, and he had the right to do what he wanted to do. The past was just a test for him, and he never took it to heart, let alone the so-called harm.

If you get something, you have to give something. He has understood this truth since he was a child. His queen mother gained the position of queen mother, but lost her mother's heart; his father gained beauty, but lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong; his father was a failed man, and he was also a failed emperor. Just know that when he becomes emperor, he will never be a man like his father.

After the death of his father, as the crown prince, it is only natural for him to ascend the throne. He has mastered the military power, the government, and the life and death of the women in the harem. He has countless women, and he dotes on those who are interesting, and ignores those who are not interesting. For him, women are just a pastime, and he can't be as special as his father to a certain woman.

The minds of women in the harem are ever-changing. He doesn't need to know what they think, he just needs to see how they please him. He and them are just getting what they need and what they want.

But later, there was a woman who foolishly gave her heart. He could give her many things, but he couldn't give her what she wanted.

When she was giving birth, he stood outside the door and suddenly thought, if this woman left, wouldn't this harem be boring? After all, women in the harem are always like that, this one is a little different from the others.

Later, she and the child were fine, and he also felt relieved, probably because there was finally an interesting woman in the harem.

She gave birth to her most important child. This child was neither like his father nor him, but he was very satisfied. He thought that this child might be a perfect fit for the future emperor.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Xian is seriously ill."

After Feng Jin heard about it, he sighed, he used to value Concubine Xian, but then for some reason, he disliked it very much, probably because this woman thought of something he didn't want to give, that's why he disliked it.

"I'll go and have a look." He closed the memorial in his hand, after all, it was the woman he served before he was enthroned, so he didn't hesitate to take a trip.

Concubine Xian used to be a very quiet woman, but later she became more and more vulgar, like dirty white paper, which couldn't be cleaned no matter what.

Feng Jin looked at the woman lying on the bed, she seemed to be dying, as if she could leave this world at any time.

"Your majesty," Concubine Xian's voice was a little hoarse, a smile appeared on her haggard face, and she sighed, "I never thought that the emperor would still be willing to come to see my concubine." She moved her gaze away from Feng Jin and landed on the room On the corner vase, there is a bouquet of some withered flowers.

She looked at the bouquet of flowers in a daze for a long time, and suddenly read a poem in a low voice: "The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the catkin pond is light with wind." After reading this sentence, Concubine Xian was a little out of breath, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide and looked at Feng Jin "Your majesty, do you still remember this poem?" The emperor, who was still the prince, read this line to her when she first entered the prince's mansion.

Now more than ten years have passed, the emperor already has other beauties whom he misses, but she is getting old quickly. Shaohua white head, the king's favor is gone, her tears are falling, maybe she has never had the king's love, all this is just her delusion.

Feng Jin looked at her quietly, and said for a long while: "Take a good rest, I will come to see you again in the future."

Concubine Xian watched the emperor go out with a wry smile, and slowly closed her eyes, as if dreaming of that moonlit night, when she was standing in front of the window dressed in Chinese clothes, and the handsome man said that sentence to herself poetry.

"The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, the catkins...the catkins pond...the light breeze."

A gust of wind blows, pear blossoms fall, infinite fragrance.

"Concubine Xian is dead!"

Feng Jin heard crying from the palace behind him, paused slightly, turned his head to look at the suddenly noisy palace, and said to the eunuch beside him: "Let's bury the concubine Xian with the ceremony of a noble concubine." After finishing speaking, he turned around Just as he was about to leave, he saw Mrs. Hu standing in the courtyard, looking at him quietly.

He also valued this woman, but her various schemes made him lose interest. Now she is no longer indifferent, and he will not be half emotional.

Seeing the emperor leave, Hu slowly knelt, "Send off the emperor." She stood up, the emperor could no longer be seen, turned her head to look at the direction of Concubine Xian's bedroom, and let out a long sigh.

The news of Concubine Xian's death spread quickly to the entire harem. Feng Jin met many concubines rushing towards Concubine Xian's palace along the way. A little ugly.

"I have seen the emperor."

"Come on, don't be too polite," Feng Jin lifted the curtain of the imperial chariot, and looked at the woman standing beside her. She was wearing a 90% new plain color wide-sleeve dress, but her beauty was not compromised. A woman is someone he has loved for many years, but he doesn't want to see a woman in the end.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Concubine Shu raised her head and saw the curtain on the imperial chariot shaking slightly, she watched the imperial chariot leave with a calm expression, but she saw Concubine Zhao approaching the imperial chariot sitting on a walking chariot from a distance.

She suddenly smiled, and said to Lingsha behind her: "Look, she is the biggest winner in this harem. After all these years, no one is as good as her."

Lingsha listened quietly, she carefully supported Concubine Shu, and after Concubine Shu finished speaking, she said: "Madam, you and she are both concubines, even if she has a prince, she is not much more noble than you."

"That's all for the face, who in this harem doesn't give her face," Concubine Shu supported Bu Yao by her temples, "This is a smart woman, and her greatest ability is to keep her favor alive."

Lingsha looked up and saw the imperial chariot stopped, the emperor seemed to get off the imperial chariot, and after talking with Concubine Zhao for a while, she returned to the imperial chariot and left.

This is the difference between Concubine Zhao and other concubines, among all the noble masters in the harem, only Concubine Zhao has this kind of treatment, no wonder everyone else flatters her. It's just that Concubine Shu is a very strange woman, she never interferes with the affairs of the harem, at most she is picky about food, but she can't find anything wrong with it.

Lingsha thought with some emotion, maybe this is the cleverness of Concubine Zhaogui.

In the days of the harem, year after year passed, and when the concubine passed away, other women would naturally enter the palace. No one cared too much about an unfavored concubine, it was just an addition to the history books.

In the eighteenth year of Chengxuan, Concubine Zhao fell ill, and the imperial physicians of the imperial hospital took turns to take care of her, but Concubine Zhao's health became worse and worse, as if she would die if she was not careful.

The emperor and the eight-year-old crown prince were both furious, and even many imperial doctors were punished, but they were helpless to deal with Concubine Zhao's illness.

Looking at the pale and drowsy woman on the hospital bed, Feng Jin seemed to recall that when the prince was born, he was as restless as he is now, as if the woman would fall asleep if he didn't look at her.

"Father, concubine mother will be fine." Feng Qi stood next to him, with determination on his immature face, "concubine mother said that she would choose a good wife for her son."

"You are only so old, so you are thinking about your daughter-in-law. When your mother and concubine wake up, I will take care of you together with your mother and concubine," Feng Jin forced a smile, sat down on the edge of the bed, held the woman's cold hand, as if I also thought of the beautiful smile of the woman under the peach blossom tree.

"Are the peach blossoms in the palace blooming?" He looked at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi nodded.

He stood up and said in a low voice: "Stay with your mother and concubine well, I will come back as soon as I go."

Feng Qi looked at the back of his father, sat down where he had sat, held his concubine mother's hand in both hands, a little scared and worried, "Concubine mother, when will you wake up, without you, Baozi was killed by another woman What about bullying?" He began to whisper about the schemes of the concubines in the harem, one sentence after another, extremely clear.

"Mother and Concubine, wake up quickly, my son is afraid."

The palace people in the room lowered their heads silently, hoping that the empress would really wake up.

In the peach grove outside the Taoyu Pavilion, Feng Jin picked a few peach blossoms with his own hands, looked at the flowers in full bloom in the garden, and said to Gao Dezhong behind him: "I remember that Concubine Zhao loves to use the peaches grown here every year. The peach blossoms are blooming so well, I don't know what Concubine Zhao will be happy with."

Gao Dezhong bowed and said: "Please excuse my slave's nonsense, Your Majesty must take care of some Concubines Zhao, it's not good to eat too many peaches."

"She's just such a greedy person. After all these years, I can't do anything to her." Feng Jin smiled, and walked to Xihe Palace with a few peach blossoms.

Before he arrived at Xihe Palace, he saw a eunuch from Xihe Palace running in sweat, knelt down with a thump, and panted, "Your Majesty, Concubine Zhao..."

"How is she?" Feng Jin tightened his hand holding the peach blossom branch.

"Concubine Zhaogui is awake!" The little eunuch wiped his tears and sweat with his sleeve, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is awake."

Feng Jin paused, then strode towards Xihe Palace, the peach blossoms in his hand fell to petals all over the ground.

Walking into the inner room, he happened to see the woman sitting on the head of the bed, showing a gentle smile to the prince.

Seemingly aware of his arrival, she turned her head to look over, her clear eyes and bloody lips made him unconsciously throw the peach blossoms to the ground.

"Your Majesty, are you here?" She smiled.

"Well, I'm here." He replied, his face was still as calm as ever.