God bless the early spring of the sixth year. The remaining snow that has not melted from winter is still accumulated on the eaves and street corners of Chang'an. It is still early in the morning. It is getting late at this time. But the shops on the street have removed their shutters and opened their doors to welcome customers. Colorful silks and satins
Lingluo Village, an antique musical instrument shop, offers tempting cakes and fruits in the twilight.
There were not many pedestrians yet, and the scattered carriages and horses were the officials rushing to attend court. The vendors in twos and threes carried steaming burdens, yawned and hawked, and their voices blended with the crowing of cocks, like a ditty.
The melody comes.
Now is the prosperous age of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The "four seas will be unified and peace will be created for all generations" that is often said in historical legends should be today.
The Daming Palace, covered with a thin layer of snow, is clad in an exquisite and graceful plain brocade robe. Take a closer look at the long corridors with their backs and high eaves, like a perfectly rendered painting silk.
"Queen, please let your servant come." Ziqiu took the scissors and helped the Queen with the flowers and plants.
"I don't feel tired, it's okay." She still likes to serve these flowers by herself. She is the queen of the God-blessed Emperor Hui Xinlanzhi, and the emperor specially issued a decree to retain her title and title of Princess Anya. She represents
The entire old Li clan surrendered.
"How did the Queen enjoy your breakfast today? Where is the Emperor?" she asked leisurely the prisoner who was kneeling beside her. The harem did not ask about politics, so she could not directly inquire about today's court meeting.
"The two saints are well. Both the Supreme Empress and the Emperor have told the Queen to take more care of her health. The Supreme Empress has sent prayer scriptures again today. The Emperor has also rewarded her with tonics, as have several of the Imperial Concubines, Imperial Concubines and Imperial Concubines.
Come and take supplements and pray for blessings.”
Those who have not been able to recite so many epithets in one breath are physically disabled and mentally strong.
A faint hint of joy flashed across Anya's eyes, probably because of the emperor's special concern.
Her eyes darkened again. "What about...the one from Chongyang Palace?" What an extreme honor for Shangguan Jinnian to let her live in Chongyang Palace! Anya accidentally cut the scissors in her hand.
The next flower is ready to bloom.
"It's a pity." Anya picked up the flower. The flower pavilion was always warm in summer all year round, but at this moment she was a little stuffy and breathless.
"Yimei Ren..." Ajian glanced at Anya's face cleverly. "Yimei Ren is also well. The emperor just called the Chief of Ceremonies yesterday to award the title of Zhaorong."
"Zhaorong" Anya muttered softly. Yes, that woman is not worthy of the title of Zhaorong. She is neither a nobleman of the previous dynasty nor a famous family. The daughter of a down-and-out civilian farmer met the lowest palace maid.
Everyone needs to be called a ****!
Isn't it just a face? Anya's scissors trembled slightly as she used to cut off the thorns of the rose flower. It wasn't a face that would make a country beautiful, it was absolutely inferior to her own.
The sharp thorns cut through the slender jade fingers. She thought of the round face and the slightly childlike facial features. Doesn't it look like that old friend? He has been dead and turned into ashes for many years!
She recalled the bloody scene in Hanyuan Hall six years ago. She had let that woman fool her into being trapped in Guantao with her smoky red tears. When she finally arrived, Hanyuan Hall was already covered in blood. The woman actually stabbed her with a knife.
To oneself.
"You idiot! No wonder you died early." Anya would not be burned out by hatred. The days are still long. Like these flowers, they are all colorful on one side now. In the end, it is not sure who blooms more delicately.
"Yi." Qin'er whispered that name softly. It was her name, although she still preferred her parents to call her "Qin'er."
Even though she was wearing newly cut brocade clothes, her downcast eyebrows and restrained movements were still incompatible with this extremely luxurious palace.
She almost wanted to cry. It had only been two months since she came to this bottomless palace. Two months ago, she had chosen the maid of honor over the host's lady. Not all noble families wanted their own maids so much.
When the precious lady was sent to the palace, and the assigned quota could not be avoided, it was not uncommon for the daughter of the tenant farmer to be chosen to fill the quota.
She still remembered the scene where she knelt down among the maids waiting to be chosen and saw Queen Anya. She was dressed in jade and pearls, like a concubine and a fairy, which made people unable to open their eyes.
But the queen stopped walking alone in front of her. She was so frightened that she was at a loss and trembling, thinking that someone had discovered that she was an impostor.
Queen Anya asked the maid to pull her face. She still remembered the queen's slightly surprised and complicated expression.
Not long after, she was sent to the palace.
"No matter what the emperor says, you don't answer. No matter what the emperor asks you to do, you follow him. Don't say a superfluous word and don't do a superfluous thing."
The beautiful and fragrant face made her feel scared and ashamed. "If something goes wrong, your humble nine tribes and your master's nine tribes will not be able to live." The queen's tone was still calm, but it made her feel deep in her bones.
of coldness.
She was tortured for three days by the expressionless palace maids. They loosened her bun, cut her forehead hair like a child's, removed her palace makeup, and ordered her not to apply lead powder and rouge in the future.
She saw her own appearance in the bronze mirror carved with dragons. Her unpainted face looked childish and without any trace of color. The wide Chinese-style clothes made her figure appear delicate and small, but covered her slim curves.
She looks like the stuffed doll that the hostess used to hold when she was little.
Her eyes were a little dim. In the next two months, she never left Chongyang Hall.
Thinking of the aloof emperor, her fingers curled up at the hem of her clothes. She never even dared to look into his eyes. Even though he kissed her and talked to her a lot, even though he was crazy about possessing her every night.
Her body made her miserable.
She just remembered the queen's order firmly, without saying a word or even looking at him.
His profile was as delicate as jade, but so domineering that it made people want to avert their eyes. But when that face looked at her, it always had a sad expression, because she always saw his tears streaking down his graceful jawline.
She didn't understand what these nobles were thinking, be it the emperor or the queen. She didn't know for whom his tears were shed.
She just thought about her parents and relatives. She remembered that her mother always called her "Qier." Although it was nothing more than calling her to wash clothes, wash rice and cook, it was the most reassuring thing.