The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Zhuang Luoyan felt that this noble person had some inexplicable hostility towards her, but she didn't show it at all on her face. The three of them walked to the imperial garden together, just talking about some irrelevant things.

"I didn't expect that the begonias are still so gorgeous." Qiangui looked at the begonias in front of her, and seemed to be a little emotional: "Not long after the concubine entered the palace, there were begonias blooming."

"When I entered the palace, it was snowing heavily in the capital, but there were no such beautiful flowers to see," Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile. A stalk of red plum blossomed out from the wall, and before I could take a closer look, it was reprimanded by the nanny. I still remember the few words that the nanny said to this day, does Mrs. Qian know what the nanny said?"

Qiangui shook her head lightly.

"The nanny said, Master Zhuang, don't look around. Although the red plums are beautiful, not everyone can see them. You have just entered the palace. You should look less, move less and listen more." Zhuang Luoyan said Here, with a smile, "I am young and energetic, I didn't take this sentence to heart, but I fell a lot."

Concubine Jiang Gui knew about Zhuang Luoyan's falling out of favor, so she said, "Your Majesty is in a high position now, why bother to think about the past."

Zhuang Luoyan glanced lightly at Mrs. Qiangui: "That's right, how can I say this in front of Mrs. Qiangui, I don't have to lose my interest."

Jiang Guipin smiled and said yes, then followed Zhuang Luoyan's words.

Qiangui followed behind the two, looking coldly at Jiang Guibi's appearance of catering to Zhaoxian, his expression was not very good-looking. She is not a fool, so she naturally understands that Zhuang Luoyan's words are meant for her, but they are all women who serve the emperor, who is more noble than the other, just to see who is favored.

Yesterday she was favored, today you are favored, it is uncertain who will be favored tomorrow.

"What's the matter, Qiangui, are you stupid looking at these beautiful flowers?" Jiang Guipin suddenly turned her head and looked at her, "There are beautiful flowers in the imperial garden, one is beautiful today, and the other will be more beautiful tomorrow. Don't be blinded by it."

Qiangui raised her head and seemed to see the mockery in Jiang Guibin's eyes.

After visiting most of the Imperial Garden, Zhuang Luoyan returned to Xihe Palace under the congratulations of Concubine Jiang Gui and Lady Qian.

While being served by the palace maids and changing out of the luxurious skirts she was wearing, she said, "Let the small kitchen make a magnolia flower soup later."

Yun Xi helped her take off the tassels on her temples: "Your Majesty, you are going to watch the swing dance at the Emperor's place later, why are you taking off the hairpins now?"

"What do I look like, Your Majesty hasn't seen it before?" Zhuang Luorou curled her lips slightly, and lay down on the beauty's couch, "Come and pinch me, this imperial garden is nothing but flowers, and there are flowers hanging on my lips all day long." Go, my eyes are almost blurred."

Yun Xi looked around and asked the serving maids to retreat, then sat down on the footrest and lightly patted Zhuang Luoyan's leg: "The servant girl knows that the empress is impatient, but those poets and poets love to use flowers To describe our woman, even the masters in the palace use flowers to hide their ridicule."

"Forget it, I'll take a break." Zhuang Luoyan closed her eyes. In her words, none of the women in the harem is a harmless flower, but a ferocious monster. Piranha fits right.

After lunch, she changed into a wide-sleeved floral skirt and a simple bun, and was driven to the Qianzheng Palace on a chariot.

Although she has been in the harem for a year, Zhuang Luorou's time in the palace is very few. From her observation, Emperor Chengxuan is a person who doesn't like to call concubines into his palace. It can be seen from this that Emperor Chengxuan's defensive psychology is multiple, and he is also a person with a firm personality.

Even in modern society, such a man would not easily fall in love with a woman, not to mention that this is an ancient harem, this man is an ambitious emperor.

All the way to Qianzheng Palace without sound, Zhuang Luoyan saw Gao Dezhong standing on the stone steps.

"I have seen Zhao Xianrong, the emperor is waiting for you," Gao Dezhong stepped forward to salute Zhuang Luoyan, and said with a smile, "Please come in quickly, my lady."

"Thank you, Eunuch Gao," Zhuang Luoyan walked out of the chariot holding Tingzhu's hand, and then said with a smile to Gao Dezhong, "But you kept the emperor waiting for a long time?"

Gao Dezhong saw that Zhaoxian's eyes showed annoyance, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the emperor has just finished his lunch, it's just right for you to come here now." After speaking, he slightly bowed and led Zhuang Luoyan inside.

Zhuang Luoyan followed him into the gate of the palace, passed through the second gate, and passed through the vertical flower gate. Gao Dezhong, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stepped aside, and Zhuang Luoyan immediately stayed in place in a daze.

"Why, do you look stupid?" Feng Jin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhuang Luoyan's dazed look, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Zhuang Luoyan was a little excited, because she finally got the treatment of a time-traveling heroine.

A flower swing was set up in the yard, surrounded by a few blooming peach and pear blossoms, with petals falling down from time to time, the emperor stood under the flower tree in a purple brocade robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the hem of his clothes fluttering, so beautiful It's like a painting.

Suppressing countless classic beautiful adjectives in romance novels in his mind, Zhuang Luoyan successfully made his eye sockets turn red naturally, like a woman who was so shocked by beauty that she lost her mind and forgot the rules and etiquette. The hem of the skirt ran to the emperor in three steps and two steps, then looked up at the flower tree with falling petals, "It's so beautiful."

A petal landed between her eyebrows, and then fell to the ground as she tilted her head to look at the emperor...

The...craftsmanship...of the imperial palace...can almost...disguise the real.

Just say how come there are still peach blossoms and pear blossoms at this time, but they are all fake flowers. How can this counterfeit method embarrass the human feelings of the Celestial Dynasty?

Trying to maintain an elegant appearance and blowing away a petal, Zhuang Luorou looked at the emperor with tearful eyes, as if looking at the most beautiful existence in his life: "Your Majesty, you...I..."

Feng Jin didn't care about Zhuang Luoyan claiming to be me in front of him, he just hugged the beautiful woman by the waist with a smile on his face, gently placed her on the swing frame, and then embraced her from behind Zhuang Luorou into his arms.

"On the day of Cold Food Festival, I saw you standing alone in the corner, and I thought of you sitting on the swing," Feng Jin whispered softly in Zhuang Luoyan's left ear, sniffing the faint fragrance of hair, " I can make up for some regrets, but there is nothing I can do to make up for some regrets."

Some experts said that speaking love words in the left ear is more touching and remembered in the heart than in the right ear, but Zhuang Luoyan is not so moved at the moment, but horrified. This is as scary as engineering men suddenly writing Qiong Yao-like love poems.

"Being by the emperor's side, my concubine has no regrets," the man in his arms raised his head, his eyes burning brightly into Feng Jin's eyes, perhaps because the act of raising his head was too hasty, the tears originally hidden in his eyes flowed down the corners of his eyes down.

Embarrassed, she raised the back of her hand and wiped it on her face, Zhuang Luoyan hurriedly turned her head, "The petals fell into my concubine's eyes, it's uncomfortable."

Feng Jin was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly, let go of Zhuang Luorou and said: "My concubine must hurry up." Then he pushed lightly.

"Ah!" The swing swung out, and Zhuang Luoyan turned her head in mid-air, with a strand of black hair covering her cheeks, she blushed and turned her head and shouted: "Your Majesty, you deliberately framed my concubine!"

Feng Jin looked at it with a faint smile, and when the swing was falling, he pushed it forward again, "My concubine loves to watch the swing dance, in my opinion, there is no swing dance that amazes me more than now."

Zhuang Luoyan cooperated with the emperor to make a panicked look, but she felt a little emotional in her heart. She never thought that the emperor would play such a romantic trick. Is it worthwhile to exchange her various schemes for the emperor's romance?

However, if this kind of romance happens a few more times, she will definitely collapse! In order to act in this scene, she recalled so many plots of classic romance novels in her heart, just to make herself delicate and pure. What's more, the emperor suddenly became so tender, she was overjoyed.

There is no free lunch in the world, just like Emperor Cheng Xuan has no free tenderness.

The queen brought the maids and eunuchs into the Qianzheng Palace, before entering the second gate, Gao Dezhong walked in from the inside.

"The slave pays his respects to the Empress." I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Gao Dezhong happened to be standing between the two gates.

The queen glanced at Gao Dezhong: "I want to ask to see the emperor, and please ask Eunuch Gao to report."

"Go back to your mother, it's unfortunate, the emperor may not be able to see you right now, if something happens to you, my slave will tell it for you." Gao Dezhong bowed again, "Please forgive me, my mother."

"Since the emperor has something to do, I won't make things difficult for you," the queen smiled. "It's just about going to the field to demonstrate planting at the end of this month, and it's nothing serious."

"The slave will definitely report to the emperor," Gao Dezhong bowed his head.

The queen nodded, turned around and was about to leave, but seemed to hear the woman's laughter, she couldn't help but stop, and turned to look inside. Slightly raising his eyebrows, he looked at Gao Dezhong, who was pleasing to the eye, and seeing that he didn't want to say anything, he said, "Which palace is this concubine?"

Gao Dezhong raised his eyelids: "Go back to the empress, maybe the emperor summoned a dancer for the swing dance."

The queen was a little surprised: "The emperor likes to watch this?"

"Your Majesty's preference, my slaves dare not speak nonsense," Gao Dezhong buried his head even lower, "Your Majesty, forgive me."

"I'm just asking casually, father-in-law don't need to take it to heart." The queen also realized that she was getting too strict, so she withdrew the expression on her face, turned around and continued to walk out.

Gao Dezhong watched the Queen's back, his eyebrows twitched, and then he lowered his head again.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the eunuch next to the emperor specially sent a message to Zhao Xianrong this morning." After leaving Qianzheng Palace, Heyu said in a low voice, "It is said that Zhao Xianrong will go to Qianzheng Palace to enjoy the swing dance after lunch." Well, the servants see that it is almost this hour."

The corner of the queen's mouth curled up, "Zhao Xianrong has suffered such a serious crime, the emperor can't overdo it, but I don't know if Concubine Shu knows about it."

He Yu said with a smile: "I believe that the servant girl will know that Concubine Shu will know."

Getting off the swing frame, Zhuang Luoyan looked at the smiling emperor with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I haven't sat on a swing like this for a long time."

Feng Jin stretched out his hand and plucked the petals on top of her head: "Are you happier?"

"Your Majesty!" Zhuang Luoyan opened her eyes wide, as if she didn't expect the Emperor to know that she was in a bad mood.

"You are my woman," the emperor pulled her into his arms again, "and I am your emperor."

Lying in the emperor's arms, Zhuang Luoyan was shy. Looking at the petals falling on the ground, Zhuang Luoyan thought curiously, what kind of craftsmanship is needed to make the petals fall naturally?