Wen Yin had someone call Wu Jiang.

"I have something to do, and after much thought, it would be most appropriate to leave it to you."

Wu Jiangshu knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "But please give me your orders, the slaves are willing to do the hard work of dogs and horses!"

Wen Yin called him up and asked him if he had heard about the Holy Emperor's decree to release a few talented people from the palace and return home.

"Of course this servant has heard about such a big thing."

Early this morning, the news spread all over the harem. It is unprecedented for a well-established harem girl to return home. Even if the few talented waiters are of low status and have not yet slept with them, they can't come.

After all, it was on the royal jade plate. How could such a thing that was not in line with the ancestral rules prevent the whole harem from talking about it? Wu Jiang even heard about it, and even ministers from the previous dynasty came to remonstrate with him, wanting to stop this matter.

Wen Yin has heard about this, but she is not worried that the implementation of this matter will be hindered. No one can stop what Zhu Jing wants to do.

"When they leave the palace tomorrow, you go with them and convey my intentions clearly from door to door, and tell them to release the women who return home without delaying their marriage." Fingertips fiddled with the lid of the tea bowl,

Wen Yin whispered slowly, "Also tell them that I am worried about the lack of servants in the palace. Therefore, I want to let you know which family dares to defy my decree overtly or covertly. How many of them will I arrest from this family?"

A servant came into the palace to serve me."

The harem was much noisier than usual that day, and even some of the concubines who lived in seclusion couldn't help but go to the residences of the few talented waiters to find out what was going on and see the excitement.

Lan Cairen looked at An Xuanshi's leaving figure, and held tightly in her hand the red knot inlaid with white jade that the other party had just given her.

It is said that the two of them entered the palace at the same year, and they were like sisters at the beginning.

Later, in order to gain a foothold in the palace, the servant An chose to seek refuge with Concubine Zhuang. He secretly complained to her and tricked her, but she was so angry that she died.

The two have not been in contact with each other for many years. Now that they are saying goodbye, the other party came over to give her an apology gift and bowed to her seriously to apologize.

At this moment, the past grudges between the two disappeared.

Lancai watched An Xuan and the others packing large and small bags of things in their respective rooms, including the things they had saved over the years and the parting gifts specially given to them by the imperial concubine.

She held the door frame and stared for a long time, then silently turned around and returned to her room.

After entering the inner room, she sat there for a while and couldn't help but open her cabinet. The cabinet was full and sparkling, almost filled with the good things that the Imperial Concubine sent her every now and then.

She couldn't help but caress each piece, including sapphire stone carvings, gilt-engraved vases, treasure boxes, golden silk sachets, gold-embedded jewelry flower ornaments, agate agate cups, coral necklaces, tourmaline bracelets... and she picked them up at will.

One piece could be passed down as a family heirloom to people outside the palace, but now all kinds of luxurious and precious utensils were placed in her large wooden cabinet, and they were almost no longer able to hold them.

If her parents saw her, they would be so amazed and happy.

She thought uncontrollably in her mind, how great it would be if she could be like An Xuan and the others. Then she would definitely pack up all the good things in the palace and take them home one by one.

Show it to her father and mother, so that they can also open their eyes. She will also not leave half of the rare silks and satins outside, and pack them all away in big and small bags and give them to her.

Father and mother make silk handkerchiefs and clothes.

Lan Cairen laughed out loud in his fantasy, but then tears welled up in his eyes.

She missed her father and mother. But she knew that she could not go home, because she was different from Anxuan and the others who had not been favored. Not only had she been favored, but she also had an heir, and she was destined to never leave the palace in this life.

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An Xuan's decision to escort them out of the palace was like a tiny pebble thrown into the lake. After a small wave started, the former palace and harem returned to its former peace.

Zhu Jing knew what Wen Yin was doing by sending Wu Jiang out of the palace, but he would not care about it. He even agreed to let Wu Jiang out of the palace, so how could he care about such trivial matters?

However, after letting him out of the palace, he was afraid that he would not even notice it himself, so he felt a little more relaxed when facing Wen Yin. He probably had a feeling of being offset by her.

After that, he thought that she had achieved her goal and would no longer go out to the Sixth Palace frequently, but unexpectedly, she remained the same. But she no longer went to the Royal Garden, but to the Royal Garden.

According to her, the harem is too boring and needs to be more lively. So she plans to hold a polo match next spring, and everyone, whether it is the harem concubines or the palace people, can participate as long as they are willing.

At first, he was half-convinced, probably because he had learned from the past, and he always doubted whether she still had the intention to continue to attack the concubine. But he could not ask her openly about this matter, so he could only send people to go there one by one in secret.

Warn the concubines in the harem to respect the imperial concubine and be careful not to offend her in the slightest.

Later, he took the time to go to the Royal Garden a few times, but after standing outside the Royal Garden and looking at it from a distance a few times, his doubts were slowly dispelled. He found that she seemed to be really preparing for the polo match seriously.

On the field, she taught very seriously. She held the ball stick on the horse and demonstrated the angle in person, as if she was explaining how to exert force and how to hit the painted ball to roll and spin quickly. There was a palace concubine who was always not sure of the key points, and she also

He will follow the horse and teach him step by step without getting tired of it.

He would often stare blankly for long periods of time.

Watch her galloping on a horse in high spirits, hitting the painted ball with a skillful swing of the ball. Her attire is tightly tied, she wears short boots, her movements are clean and neat, her eyebrows are resolute and energetic, but you just don’t look at her touching figure.

Her beautiful face, her radiance alone is enough to dazzle people.

On this day, Wen Yin got off the horse after a week of demonstration and sat under the yellow umbrella to rest.

Nian Xia quickly brought the warm soup to her. Wen Yin took it and took a sip. She closed her eyes and leaned against the seat of the chair to relieve her weakness and fatigue.

At this time, someone from the palace came over and whispered: "Your Majesty, the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Guards just asked me to ask you, is it against the rules to allow them to enter the inner court?"

Wen Yin took the warm soup and took another sip with her eyes lowered.

"Their people are more familiar with the rules of the polo match. It's not against the rules to let them go over and give a few pointers."

In the evening, Wen Yin sat in front of the dressing mirror and combed her black hair.

Zhu Jing wiped the water stains on his neck and turned out from behind the screen with his collar loose.

"There is a difference between a palace concubine and a foreigner. When you take the palace concubine into the imperial garden in the future, do not let the imperial guards enter the inner courtyard."

Wen Yin paused while combing her hair, then turned to look at the man in the bronze mirror who was looking in her direction, "Don't worry, I just asked them to stand far away and give some instructions from a distance.

After all, they are more familiar with the rules, and I can't take care of so many concubines."

It seemed that at this moment he also noticed that his tone sounded like accountability, so he softened his eyes and explained a little bit: "I just meant that it was against the rules."

Wen Yin lowered her eyes from the bronze mirror. She put down the ebony comb, leaned forward slightly and pulled the black hair hanging behind her to one side in front of her body. She braided her hair twice with her fingers, and then opened the small drawer to take out the hair.

Pass the hair tie and tie it loosely.

Zhu Jing sat on the edge of the couch and looked at her, his eyes following hers.

After Wen Yin had packed up, she stood up and walked lightly towards the couch. When she was about to rub shoulders with him on the edge of the couch and enter the couch, a gentle and gentle voice escaped from her lips, "Your Majesty, I am your appointed emperor.

Noble concubine."

Zhu Jing was startled for a moment and looked at her with a questioning look.

Wen Yin looked sideways, her red lips parted slightly: "Are the rules for the imperial concubine not rules?"

She spoke very slowly, the words she spat out were soft and graceful, and her dark eyes with a glaze color looked directly at him, her eyes were compelling and beguiling.

Zhu Jing felt that his heart rate was suddenly out of balance at this moment.

It wasn't until she moved her eyes that he was freed from the bewitched state just now.

He sat on the edge of the couch and became quiet, as if to relieve the abnormal feeling that had just made him abnormal, but the noise in his heart could not be calmed down no matter how hard he heard it. Listening to the sound of the person in the couch turning up the quilt, his heart skipped a beat.

It feels like being hooked by a thin hook, a bone-gnawing itch.

There were layers of curtains, and the man on the couch lifted off the quilt and threw it out of the couch.
Chapter completed!