Zhang promised to timidly said: "I am not unhappy at all." Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu said too much, "Master, your face has been drooping since yesterday. Don't say that Concubine Yi is blaming you like that. Even this slave is worried.
, being in a bad mood is not good for the fetus.”
Noble Jue Chan smiled slightly: "Xiao Yu is right. I think there is nothing you can't solve. Why don't you talk to me? I'm thirsty. Your house is just ahead. Please let me go.
Would you like a cup of tea?"
"It's natural to drink tea." Zhang promised softly. Seeing that the noble Jue Chan was bound to talk to her, he no longer avoided it. He went back to his yard with her and sat down in the refreshing and cool room. Xiao Yu was smart.
When the emperor brought tea, Lord Jue Chan motioned for them all to go down. He looked around the room and said with a smile: "Your place is clean and the furnishings are simple. I really can't tell that this is where my beloved concubine lives."
Zhang promised to smile bitterly: "I'm not a beloved concubine, it's just a promise."
Jue Chan asked: "So you are unhappy because of your consistent status? Didn't Lady Yi just tell the Queen Mother that she wants to reward you with the title of Chang Zai?"
There was sadness in Zhang Yingying's eyes and he said angrily: "Do you think that I, my lord, think of me this way, that I care about my status?"
"I know you don't care about this, so I don't understand why you are unhappy." Mrs. Juechan looked at Zhang for a long time and took a sip from the tea bowl. However, she felt that the aroma was fragrant and the aftertaste was sweet. It was the best tea.
The simple furnishings in this room are very different. She said with intention, "The tea is excellent."
Zhang promised to Yanyan and said: "These are the teas that the emperor brought with him when he came on weekdays. Occasionally, he left some that he couldn't finish. I asked Xiaoyu to sort them into categories. It's okay to use them to entertain guests when they have guests. But if I ask, it's
I don’t know anything about tea.”
This was just a show off when put in other people's mouths, but Zhang Zhengyi looked bored and depressed. Noble Jue Chan felt a little more confident and asked with a smile: "The emperor came to you and brought his own tea?"
Zhang promised to smile bitterly: "I don't have tea here that can serve the emperor. I don't know the ways inside, and I can't prepare it. The emperor always carries it with him, and this gradually became like this."
While listening, Noble Master Jue Chan raised his eyes and looked around again. Apart from the simple furnishings, there was nothing special about him. However, the room where Wu Chang lived back then was like the study room of the Number One Scholar. The emperor loved to be with her.
Writing and reading, but at first glance here, I don’t know what the emperor likes to do when he comes to Zhangxiang.
Zhang promised and said: "I have nothing to be unhappy about, my lord. Please drink your tea and go back early. The sun is getting more and more poisonous, and you will get sunburned soon."
Lord Jue Chan smiled leisurely: "You have unhappiness written all over your face. Maybe if you tell me, you won't show it to others."
Zhang promised that his eyes were red, and he held it in for a long time before he lowered his head and choked with sobs: "If I had known the current situation back then, I would never have allowed you to do these things."
Mrs. Juechan listened quietly. The person in front of her finally started talking. She slowly spoke out her heartfelt words, occasionally making a few noises. When she raised her hand to wipe her tears, she did not worry about smearing her makeup. She waited for a long time for her to finish her words.
When he vomited it all out, he already had a big face.
And the words Zhang promised to work hard for a long time were just those few words. She felt that she had done nothing for Empress De, but she became the favorite concubine in the eyes of others and gave birth to royal heirs many times. She was immersed in the thought of sorry for De Concubine every day.
The concubine is in pain.
Noble Jue Chan called Xiao Yu to wash her face. When the clean and clear person sat in front of her again, she smiled and said: "But the thing you don't care about the most and even hate it is that you have helped the empress so much and have a harem of three thousand beauties.
Here, being an exclusive pamperer will not end well. No matter what the emperor thinks about you, or what feelings he has for Wang Chang Zai Ping, nobles and the others, only you and them are here, so can the Concubine De be there."
Zhang promised to look at her in confusion, and Jue Chan smiled and said, "Your Majesty is a smart person with an open heart. She knows what she wants in everything she does. To put it bluntly, after looking at her coldly for so many years, the Emperor has treated her with cold eyes.
Her feelings are not something you are qualified to take away. You think that if you pamper her more and have more children, you can take away the emperor's feelings for her."
"No, I..." Zhang promised to shake his head repeatedly, but was speechless.
"If others can control how the Emperor treats her, then the fault is not yours or anyone else's, but a matter between the Emperor and Concubine De." Noble Jue Chan seemed to have the wisdom to see through all this in his quiet smile.
, "Why don't you answer me, sister, do you really care about what the emperor does to you?"
The person in front of her smiled coldly, sending chills down the viewer's back. She said calmly and calmly: "At first it was just in awe, but now I am always flustered and scared. In the night of Yikun Palace, when everyone was waiting naked and wrapped in cloaks,
It still appears in my dreams, and compared to that humiliating torture, even the pain of being whipped with a whip is not worth mentioning."
Noble Jue Chan's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Does the Emperor notice that you are so frustrated and despairing?"
Zhang agreed and shook his head. After how many years he had been with him, he had an idea in his mind and said with a wry smile: "He seems to be quite new, or maybe he likes to have a quiet place where we can spend the night peacefully without saying anything to each other."
The noble man Jue Chan smiled: "Then it would be nice to just go on like this."
Zhang promised to shake his head and said anxiously: "But people outside don't spread it like this. Even Concubine Yi thinks that concubines can make the emperor happy. Everyone has said this, wouldn't she misunderstand it?"
"You are not the only woman in the palace, but there are only a handful of women who are willing to help her and focus on her wholeheartedly. Do you think the empress will misunderstand her?" Noble Jue Chan stretched out his hand to hold Zhang's promised hand and said sincerely, "The empress is the most pragmatic.
She always talks about being a person who, besides being content and happy, is just doing the things in front of her well. She has been at the knees of the Empress Dowager for more than ten years and has learned a lot of wisdom accumulated by the elders over three dynasties. She will definitely do anything.
It will be clearer than you think."
"Really?" Zhang Yaoyao still had confusion in his eyes.
"Because of you, many things have changed unknowingly, but you just don't feel it. And although the so-called glory of success only shines at the last moment, every step and link before that is crucial. Without you
You can't go to the end anywhere. In your eyes, the trivial things you have done are very precious in the eyes of the empress." Noble Jue Chan patiently enlightened and comforted, "As the empress often said, do what you can.
Well, no matter whether the emperor likes your cold and indifferent appearance or wants the peace and quiet here, you will greet him with a smile when he comes, and he will live his life freely when he leaves you. Otherwise? Do you think those empresses and masters in other courtyards are...
How do we live our lives? In the end, no matter whether the empress exists or not, we have no choice, right?"
That day, the nobleman Jue Chan left the place promised by Zhang and was about to meet Concubine De on her way from Ruijingxuan to Ningchun Hall. They walked half the way together. Lan Qi heard Xing'er's words and said with a smile: "Thank you for your carefulness."
, I can still enlighten her. I want to talk to her, but I can’t get close to her. Now Yi Fei is dragging her along to make friends with me. I will keep an eye on Yi Fei in the future and won’t let her suffer such humiliation.
.The next time you are with her in private, please pass a message to me, asking her to take good care of herself and take good care of the child in her belly. I will try my best to keep this child by her side."
After parting ways with Mr. Jue Chan, Lan Qi herself fell into melancholy. What was melancholy was not what happened to Zhang Renyi and Xuan Ye, but that she found that she was gradually becoming suspicious. In the past, her mother-in-law said that if she was in a high position in the future,
Never put the ugly mask you have seen on your face, but now every time you reflect on it, you will feel pain in your heart. What is even more difficult for her is that what makes her confused is not her power and status, but her feelings for Xuan Ye.
, she couldn't figure out where the increasingly possessive desire came from.
Let's talk about the gathering at Ruijingxuan that day. All the concubines in the garden were invited, and even the nobles were invited to attend. Now she is a person who often appears next to the Holy Emperor. She can be called half a beloved concubine.
Wang Changzai and Zhang promised to be evenly matched, and he was much better than the average person. He seemed to be satisfied, but it weakened the arrogance and domineering attitude of the past. Although he still had an unpleasant temper, it was much better than before. She had been worried
It didn't happen that she would be bullied by De Fei and the others.
The tea, water, melons and fruits at today's party were all of the highest quality. Mr. Ping is used to seeing good things, but he only took a few bites. But when he came back in the morning, he complained that he felt unwell, and his stomach was churning uncomfortably. He thought he had been hit by a drug on the road, so he lay down for half a day.
She was fine, but at lunch the palace maid brought japonica rice porridge, and she vomited after just two mouthfuls. She vomited all over her intestines and scraped her belly. She leaned on the couch and said weakly: "Today, they are all asking about that little bitch Zhang Jia.
Whether she can eat this or not, whether she likes that or not, I’m afraid she’ll get sick and vomit. Their hypocrisy is disgusting.”
The maids cleaned up and left. A close maid came closer and whispered: "Master, your monthly letter this month is several days late."
Ping Guiren's eyes trembled, his face turned slightly red, he swallowed and said, "Is it just too late?"
"But what if?" the confidant palace maid said softly, "That's why I just excused myself by saying that there is no Xiangzhi drink. I am afraid that if you take the medicine by mistake, it will be harmful to the fetus. We can't tell the imperial doctor, so we can only observe it ourselves."
Ping Guiren was so nervous that he was shaking all over: "Then these days, I can no longer serve the emperor? Will he...will he find out?"
"The Emperor doesn't come here very often recently, he's so busy." The palace maid whispered, "Since the Emperor won't let you get pregnant, if he knew you had a child, he would definitely think of something..." She raised her hand and made a killing gesture.
He said cautiously, "Let's survive these few months, and when the time comes, we will tell everyone in a big way, so that the emperor will not dare to attack you easily."
Ping Guiren was in a daze. After a long time, he lowered his head and touched his belly and said: "The more ruthless he is, the more I want to give birth to a child. Once I have a child, I will have someone to rely on."
At this time, someone announced outside the door that the imperial doctor had prepared the tonic that the emperor had given to Ping Guiren, and asked Ping Guiren to take it on time. Ping Guiren felt his body tremble when he heard it, and he grabbed the palace maid and said, "But I am still taking it every day."
If I tell you I'm pregnant after taking birth control pills, will he hate me even more?"