The maid held the scriptures and left. Zhao Ting'er ate a few pieces of pastry and stretched her wrists a few times before continuing to copy the "Female Commandments" unhurriedly. After copying, she would naturally present it to the Crown Princess for review.
After all, although Li Yan, Liangdi, has a higher status than Chengwei, she does not have the right to punish her directly. We are all concubines, so the big thing is that when they meet, they have to bow their heads and call her sister.
Although the prince dotes on Liangdi, the rules of the East Palace are never allowed to be exceeded. Except for the queen and the crown prince, no one in the palace can humiliate the concubines wantonly.
As for matters outside the palace and in the court, Prime Minister Li has finally retired. Although Prime Minister Hu is still there, it is still different after all. Moreover, although her family background is not as prominent as that of Li Yan, her grandfather is also a dignified feudal official. Not everyone can handle it easily.
Without such a family background, how could she dare to have any ideas? Although her family could no longer help her much, they would never hold her back.
Of course, the most important point is that Li Yan and Li Liangdi are just a strong-willed character on the outside. She looks arrogant but is actually more naive. She has a simple and transparent mind. Even if she offends her, she will not have any dirty tricks.
A gentleman can deceive him in a good way, and a good man can deceive him in a good way.
The only concern is actually one thing. What kind of person the prince is, it is impossible not to guess her thoughts. She has thousands of methods, but they are useless in front of the prince.
Will the prince be angry because she bullied Liang Di and go out to support Liang Di regardless of his status?
Ordinarily it would not be possible. She had grown up in the back house and had seen a lot of intrigues between women. However, her grandfather, father, and several uncles were all indifferent to this, as long as it didn't make it too ugly.
As soon as Zhao Ting'er's pen tip slipped, an ugly ink mark appeared on the paper. She moved the yellow jade horse paperweight away with her delicate hands, slowly rolled the paper into a ball and squeezed it hard, all the uneasiness disappeared.
There is an ancient saying in a book: If a man's husband is alive and dead, he will be cooked in five pots. If God does not favor him in this life, he will be born as a girl. He will have no chance of success, fame and great achievements, and will be nothing more than grass and mustard in his whole life.
If you want to leave your name in the family tree, if you want to keep your surname in the history of Qing Dynasty, you can only serve the emperor in the palace. If you are lucky enough to be a noble concubine, even an imperial concubine, or even a queen, then your life will be truly in vain. You will be able to conquer thousands of people in this world. Wan's son.
Throwing the ball of paper aside in his hand, he bent over the desk again and started copying. The road was to be walked step by step, but it was no big deal to have ambitions. The men in the countryside still wanted to be the emperor. She had already entered the palace. She wanted to be the queen. What's wrong?
In this long history, it is not uncommon for empresses to die or even to depose and establish new empresses. Anyone who dares to speak up will definitely have no chance. She feels that if she dares to fight, she will be better than many women in this palace.
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"She is interested. I will show it to His Highness later. You can go down first."
"This slave will thank the Crown Princess on behalf of Chengwei. This slave will retire."
Chang Luohua opened the scripture casually and looked at the beautiful fonts with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This palace is more fun. Chen Yunqing keeps to herself, Wang Rui is like a wood sculpture, and the other positions are too low.
There is only one Li Yan, who is as high-spirited as a little hen all the time, but in fact she is not good at pecking people, and cannot seize the opportunity given. It just so happens that she is still out when her husband is ill.
What a rare opportunity, but in the end, he was afraid that he couldn't stop it, so he took the initiative to invite her back. It was really useless. If the daughter he gave birth to was so stupid in the future, he would be angry to death.
Now, finally, someone with a lot of ambition has arrived. I thought that my position as the Crown Princess was so uncoveted.
Ever since she made the marriage contract with His Highness the Crown Prince, she had been preparing for everything after entering the East Palace under the guidance of her mother, but she really didn't expect that everything would go so smoothly.
It went so well that she now not only has her eldest son and her second son, but she has even experienced the days of being a queen in advance in the past few months. The eunuchs and maids everywhere obeyed her, and all the concubines flattered her.
Every one of them flatters his wife...
It’s such a boring day!
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Hu Weiyong led the officials from various ministries and departments inside to visit His Royal Highness, and then followed the rules and simply reported what he was going to do in the past few days, and then exited.
As soon as he went out, he saw the Crown Princess. He quickly bowed his head and saluted and said in unison: "I will pay my respects to the Crown Princess."
Chang Luohua bowed slightly and returned the salute: "His Royal Highness has been unwell recently, and the government affairs in the DPRK may trouble all the ministers."
After saying a few words in a decent manner, he ordered people to send them out of the palace. When he stepped into the bedroom, he saw his husband leaning on the pillow and reading the memorial. He stepped forward to take it and said angrily: "The imperial doctor just said that I should not be too busy lately.
Why have I never seen the court officials want to read the memorial again?"
Zhu Biao was not angry and just smiled and said: "Okay, okay, just don't look at it."
Chang Luohua put the opened memorial in order, lowered his head and inadvertently saw his father's name, accompanied by several unfriendly words.
After putting the memorial aside, she turned around and sat on the couch, only to find that her husband was unconsciously twiddling his fingers and looking around, looking like he was doing nothing. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
"I seem to have never seen you like this before."
Zhu Biao also came to his senses, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's so relaxing all of a sudden. I'm really not used to it."
In the past, Zhu Biao never had any free time. It was always one thing after another. If he didn't have anything to do, he would just flip through the memorials and walk around Part 6 of Zhongshu. It would be a lot of things.
Even when walking or lying down at night, I am thinking about how to best deal with this matter and whether the subsequent impact will disrupt some layout.
Chang Luohua put the scripture aside, reached out and took her husband's hand and whispered softly: "It's time for me to take a rest, even if it's just for a few days. All the civil and military officials from the DPRK and China are here, and my father, emperor and mother are also returning."
Nothing will happen on the way to Beijing."
The fingers intertwined and clasped together, and a warm feeling was generated between the palms of their hands. Zhu's restless heart slowly calmed down. Naturally, the world would not be in chaos just because he could not manage politics in just a few days.
If this is really the case, wouldn't his hard work over the years become a joke? The arrangements here and there, let alone a few days, will not be significantly shaken in a few years as long as he does not die.
"I listen to you. The Japanese palace can rest in peace and practice these days. Oh, by the way, I still have to write a letter to my father, the emperor and my mother."
"I can just write it, my concubine."
"You have to write quickly and write clearly."
After sleeping until this time, I had seen a few more people, and I really forgot about my father, the emperor, and the empress. The Imperial Commander's Mansion in Beijing must have rushed the matter of his illness to the Holy Driver early in the morning.
When Lao Zhu saw it, he didn't know what was going to happen, but he abandoned the large team and hurried back on a fast horse. Zhu Biao really couldn't bear to have his father have to travel all night long with such a minor illness.
Chang Luohua had obviously thought of this, and quickly stood up and ordered Liu Jin Yanmo who was standing by to take care of him. Without the delicate hands of his own prince, Zhu Biao fell into a state of doing nothing again.
I had slept for more than three hours and couldn't fall asleep. I just wanted to take out the piece of jade and play with it, but I found that there was not one piece on me. They had probably been put away somewhere else.
By chance, I saw a stack of crow-green paper where the Crown Princess was sitting just now. I picked it up and saw that it was a scripture. The handwriting was beautiful and it was obviously copied by a woman, but it was very unfamiliar. Could it be copied by Wang Rui?
There are many believers in Buddhism in the palace. After all, there is nothing else to do. It is always good to have a sustenance for the soul. However, Wang Rui seems to be the only one in the East Palace who believes deeply. Maybe Duan Qiangna will be added in the future. This is true.
Coincidentally, both princesses from Dali and Korea believe in Buddhism.
"Who sent this scripture?"
Chang Luohua responded: "It was just sent by Zhao Chengwei, who has just entered the palace. I wanted to tell you when I came in, but I forgot."
Zhao Ting'er? It's a bit unexpected, but somehow it's not surprising. I heard this person's name many times in a row, and it's hard not to have any impression.