In April of the sixth year of Yongchang, because two concubines in the harem passed away one after another, the talent show, which was originally scheduled for the seventh year of Yongchang, was also on the agenda in advance.

When the Ministry of Rites handed the draft of the imperial examination to the emperor on this day, the emperor looked gloomy and had no expression to argue. He asked the Minister of Rites to kneel down for a stick of incense, and never said a word.

Cheng Dehai, who was waiting on the side, was a little anxious. Seeing the emperor trance, he couldn't help but say, "Emperor."

The emperor turned his head to look at him, and Cheng Dehai immediately smiled and said, "Your Majesty, look at this talent show..."

The emperor raised his sword eyebrows and looked a little impatient. "Didn't I say in the last draft that I will never be elected again?"

Cheng Dehai's eyes rolled, and he had some plans in his heart. Two years ago, the emperor broke the rules of the talent show for the imperial concubine. It was when Concubine Shen was favored. Now he was not favored. How could there be no reason for not being talent show? Thinking of this, Cheng Dehai hurriedly squeezed his smile on his face and came to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, this is the rule left by the ancestors. Besides, there are few people in the harem, and there are only a few who are favored. Look at this..."

Before he finished speaking, the emperor immediately glanced at him and said more disgusted, "You are so concerned about the movements of the harem, why would you better build one for you?"

When Cheng Dehai heard this, his face turned pale and he hurriedly knelt down and said, "Don't calm down, the emperor calm down, the servant just mentioned it by the way..."

"Go down." The emperor was lazy to look at him more, and turned around and ordered, "Call He Sheng to come up and serve him."

Cheng Dehai's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to say more, so he had to go down timidly and change He Sheng to serve as a servant.

The emperor looked at the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites who was kneeling down, and his eyes sank, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired. "Let's slow down the talent show first, and there is no need to mention it in the future."

After hearing the emperor's order, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites did not dare to say more. He ignored his knees that were already in pain and knocked back.

He Sheng stood in front of the emperor, poured a cup of tea for him, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, have a little tea."

The emperor glanced at him, slowly picked up the tea and took a sip, and suddenly spoke, "Have I not been to Chonghua Palace for a few days?"

He Sheng heard this and then suddenly felt a stern, "Yes. The emperor has never set foot in Chonghua Palace since Zhaoyi passed away."

The emperor nodded gently, but there was a little more sorrow in his eyebrows. He thought for a moment and suddenly said, "I... go and see the imperial concubine."

When the emperor came, Wanxiang was cleaning the courtyard with a group of palace servants. At first she watched He Sheng walk in front of her. Just as she was about to make a sound, she saw a bright yellow sedan chair behind him. She felt a move and quickly threw down the broom and ran into the hall.

"Master, Master, it's the Emperor here!"

At that time, Chang'an was embroidering a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water. When he saw Wanxiang, he ran in panic and frowned and said, "Why are you so panicking? It looks a little like Han Yan."

Wanxiang saw that Chang'an's face was not filled with joy, and she couldn't help but gasp and repeated, "Master, it's the emperor here..."

"Here you come." Chang'an's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about something extremely unimportant. She stood up and looked out of the window. Through the window sash, she did not see Chu Luo's figure at first. When she got closer, she saw the bright yellow.

He has changed, but it seems that he has not changed.

He got off the dragon chassis and came into Chonghua Palace from the door. She had watched it thousands of times.

Every time she saw a little outline of his shoulders, she recognized that it was him.

But now, he stood so close to her that she couldn't recognize her at all.

Chang'an looked at him through the window, and there was tears in his eyes.

When he first came to her bedroom, she looked at him like this.

When he first favored Zhong Yuxiu, she also exasperated him through this window.

This seems to be a long time ago, but when I think of it, it is just a matter of birth in the past few years.

Suddenly, his steps stood still-he saw her.

He met her deep gaze through the window.

When Chang'an met Chu Luo, he was only nineteen years old and an energetic boy. Now, he is twenty-seven years old and the father of four children.

At this moment, her eyes looked at him, but she still looked like she had first seen him when she was sixteen years old.

She was wearing red military uniform and leaned against his arms. She raised her head and met his eyes as deep as a quiet pond. She nodded gently, "Thank you for saving your life."

With that glance, she carved him into her bones.

Many years have passed, and now she is watching Chu Luo miss other women, the woman who was killed by her own hands. Isn’t she feeling any pain? It must be that she wants to hate him, she wants to hate him so much. But she all knows that it is just a hatred caused by love.

At this moment, she stood here and looked at him like this, her eyes were all about what he looked like when he was nineteen years old.

I don't know how long it took, but she clearly saw a trace of tears flashing across the corner of his eyes, accompanied by the slight "Let's go". In a blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from her sight.

Finally, a trace of smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and tears fell with it.

Later, after some time, the emperor summoned Jiang Wanran to thank him.

After a few more days, Zhou Ruohua was favored and promoted to Chongyuan, and Jiang Wanran was promoted to Chongyi. With Jiang Wanran's favor, she came to Chonghua Palace less often.

Then, the harem election was presided over by the queen, and another thirty-six concubines were selected to enter the palace and arranged in Chuxiu Pavilion.

Chang'an knows that it's time.

So she called Wanxiang and ordered warmly, "Let He Sheng come to Chonghua Palace."

On the same day, Zhong Yuxiu accompanied the emperor to review the memorials with the emperor in Mingde Palace.

Zhong Yuxiu held a jade embroidered fan in her hand, and sang the emperor in a slight smile, "The emperor doesn't know. The days are getting hotter, and Yuerong can't sit still in the palace anymore, and she is clamoring to see her father."

Upon hearing this, Chu Luo couldn't help but laughed in concern, "Can such a young child make noise?"

"That's not it, Yuerong's child is in pain just because the emperor." Yuxiu said, smiling like spring light, and blushing.

Chu Luo smiled slightly, his tone was extremely gentle, "If you have time, you can bring her to Mingde Palace and let me see it."

When Yuxiu heard this, she was overjoyed and her lips were about to open to her cheeks. She hurriedly said, "Yes, the emperor. Yuerong must have been much more obedient when she saw the emperor."

The two were talking, but when they saw He Sheng walking past with a stack of scrolls. When he passed by the emperor, several scrolls fell from his arms to the side of his body, just under the feet of the two.

Yuxiu picked up a pair from the ground and opened it to see. The moment her eyes touched the scroll, her smile immediately froze on the corner of her mouth.

"This...this is not..."

"I'll take a look." Chu Luo took the scroll in her hand, and just a glance, he was stunned at the moment.

The young man in the painting is the nineteen-year-old Chu Luo. He stands with his hands behind his back, and behind him is a dazzling peach blossom.

To unfold another volume, it was the twenty-year-old Chu Luo, who was dressed in green clothes, standing among the gurgling waters of Taoyuan Village.

Another volume is the twenty-one-year-old Chu Luo. He was wearing a dragon robe and stood on the lookout platform of the palace, majestic and majestic.

Looking further down, you will see twenty-two years old, twenty-three years old, twenty-four years old, twenty-five years old, twenty-six years old, and until you are twenty-seven years old. Under each painting, the corresponding date is indicated with ink pen.

Yongchang is one year, the second year of Yongchang, the third year of Yongchang, the fourth year of Yongchang, the fifth year of Yongchang, and the sixth year of Yongchang.

Zhong Yuxiu followed Chu Luo one by one, but her smile was already frost. She could see whose handwriting was, and she could see clearly. No one in the palace had such a painter except Chen Chang'an.

She looked at Chu Luo for a moment and pondered for a moment, and her heart was raised halfway. Looking at He Sheng in front of her, she immediately became angry, "Can you do things like this slave? How dare you disturb the emperor!"

When He Sheng saw Zhong Yuxiu getting angry, he immediately knelt down and said, "Empress, calm down, I have just packed up some things for Chonghua Palace, so..."

"I have to say it again!" Zhong Yuxiu was immediately ignited when he heard the three words "Zhonghua Palace", and immediately stood up and said, "A slave like this should be punished! The person who came-"

"Stop!" Chu Luo raised his mouth, glanced at Zhong Yuxiu coldly, and said indifferently, "This is Mingde Palace, and you don't have the amount of you to speak." After that, he put away the scroll and his eyes slightly fell on He Sheng, "Get up."

He Sheng was as if he had received a general amnesty when he heard this. He hurriedly stood up and wanted to sort out the scrolls scattered on the ground. As soon as he moved, he heard the emperor's gentle voice coming from above his head.

"Stop moving. Let it be here."

A hint of joy flashed faintly on He Sheng's face, and then he soon passed by him again. He bowed slightly and turned around.

"By the way, tonight, I will summon the imperial concubine to bed."

The emperor's words were calm and powerful, hitting Zhong Yuxiu's vital point. She was so shocked that she was stunned, and her smile immediately froze on the corner of her mouth. She tried hard to cheer up, grabbed the emperor's sleeve, and said softly, "Didn't the emperor agree to go to Yilan Palace to see the emperor's concubine this night?"

The emperor looked at her indifferently, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He turned to push her hand away and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, at this moment, I will go and see Yuerong when I get empty."

He just went to see Yue Rong, and didn't mention Zhong Yuxiu at all.

Yuxiu bit her lower lip and wanted to say something else. The emperor had already stood up from her and left.

At night, Chen Chang'an followed He Sheng into Mingde Palace. She was dressed in orange and yellow palace outfit, which shone with the bright yellow of Mingde Palace. Her face was hidden in the darkness, making people unable to tell her expression at this moment.

When he arrived at the palace gate, Chang'an looked down and nodded to He Sheng, "I'm sorry for my father-in-law today."

He Sheng smiled and said respectfully, "Empress, be polite. As long as the empress can regain favor, even if the slave is allowed to go through fire and water, he will not hesitate to do so."

Chang'an lowered slightly, and with her eyes down, she clearly saw He Sheng's gaze falling on Wanxiang, just like when Xiao Yu looked at Jiang Wanran.

Her smile stumbled slightly on the corner of her lips, and she turned around and stepped onto the high steps of Mingde Palace.
Chapter completed!