As night falls, the Qian'an Palace is ablaze with lights.
After reading the memorial for a day, Emperor Tai'an Zhao Yongcheng's eyes ached, so he immediately dropped what he was doing and leaned on the couch with his eyes closed to rest.
After being the emperor for so many years, Zhao Yongcheng understands that things can never be done, and taking care of yourself is the most important thing.
As he got older, Zhao Yongcheng felt more and more unable to review memorials, and he was even more exhausted from competing with officials.
Because of this, when the court was experiencing internal and external troubles and the ministers protested by name, he had no choice but to extinguish his desire for easy storage.
"Have you sent all the edicts for selecting concubines?"
The chief steward, Chen Changhe, stood by the side. When he heard this, he immediately replied: "Report to the emperor and send them all over!"
"What was Lin Guanhai's reaction?" Zhao Yongcheng opened his eyes and asked.
After serving the emperor for so many years, Chen Changhe knew his master's thoughts very well, and he was prepared for this problem in advance.
"Reporting to the Emperor, according to those who inquired about the news, after the imperial edict was read out, Lin Guanhai looked sad and hesitated before accepting the edict!"
Zhao Yongcheng smiled and said: "Have you hesitated again? I'm afraid there's something else going on!"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, there is indeed something else!"
Since the emperor wanted to hear it, Chen Changhe simply explained it in detail.
Although he was unable to see Lin Guanhai shrunk in person, Zhao Yongcheng was still very happy at the moment, and even the fatigue on his body had disappeared a lot.
Just as Chen Changhe was laughing with him, he heard Zhao Yongcheng suddenly ask: "Do you think my doing this...is a bit unkind?"
Good guy, this is a free question. If you answer it wrong, you will be doomed.
Chen Changhe immediately replied: "With the marriage granted by the Emperor, the Lin family's daughters can serve His Highness. This is their blessing!"
"Old man, you have a clever mouth!"
"Without such skills, how can I serve the emperor?" Chen Changhe said half-jokingly.
After decades of master-servant relationship, it is normal to make a little joke from time to time.
"When it comes to the title of king, and the wedding, you should have people keep an eye on it to make sure there are no mistakes!"
Chen Changhe suppressed his smile and replied: "Slave, slave, slave!"
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In the twenty-fourth year of Tai'an, on February 25, the imperial court held a grand ceremony to confer the title of King Yong on the nine sons of the emperor.
In the early morning of February 26th, officials from the Ministry of Rites led a wedding team and appeared outside the gate of Huang Mansion.
In the Huang Mansion, all the male and female relatives and servants were lined up outside the main hall at this moment, with joy on their faces.
Today, the Huang family is marrying their daughter, and she is marrying the current prince. Although she is just a concubine, it can be considered a good marriage.
But like all scholar-bureaucrats, Huang Wanan still had some grudges about his daughter becoming a concubine.
Of course, it's just a grudge. King Yong is a dignified prince, so it's definitely not a grievance for his daughter to be a concubine.
But when he thought that he had worked so hard to raise his daughter and would never see her again, Huang Wanan felt uncomfortable again.
The family members were not surprised to see the master depressed, because they all knew that the master could not let go of his daughter.
In the boudoir, Huang Rongrong was already wearing a shawl and a phoenix crown, listening to her mother's earnest teachings with tears.
"After I went to the palace, it was different from home..."
"Everything must be done in a proper and orderly manner, and you must not laugh or make a fuss, otherwise you will only offend your husband and make life difficult..."
"You are the concubine. You must know your position and don't steal the spotlight from the princess..."
Huang Xu had said these words many times in recent days, but she mentioned them again at this last moment.
My daughter is arrogant and arrogant and has little ladylike demeanor. How can I not worry her? These are all problems caused by pampering.
Originally, she had also advised Huang Wanan that he should consider his daughter's long-term interests and not just indulge her daughter.
However, Huang Wanan plausibly said that he was a dignified minister of the Ministry of Industry and that his daughter would not have to worry about getting married in the future, and that she would never be bullied.
But who would have known that the emperor issued an imperial decree and their daughter became the concubine of King Yong.
The couple were also very curious as to why the emperor chose his daughter. This was really inappropriate.
How do they know that among the noble girls in the capital, there are only a few who are of the right age? If other families don't want to marry their daughters, they will naturally have various relationships with them.
Although Huang Wanan was the minister of the Ministry of Industry, he did not notice these tricks, and then his family was selected.
"Madam, the people from the etiquette department have arrived, it's time for the young lady to leave!"
Upon hearing this, tears continued to burst into the room, but in the end people had to leave.
After being helped to the front yard, everyone saluted Huang Rongrong, including Huang Wanan's father.
Even if she is just a concubine of the feudal lord, her status is transcendent.
After everyone was defeated, Huang Rongrong bid farewell to her parents again. This is called first the king and the minister, then the father and daughter.
The drum music started playing, and with such a huge momentum, Huang Rongrong was helped into the sedan chair, and then left the Huang family's house.
Leaving her familiar home and about to be carried to a strange place, Huang Rongrong felt only uneasy in her heart.
What will my future husband look like? Will he be ugly? Will he have a bad temper? Will he...
Time passed quickly while thinking wildly. About half an hour later, Huang Rongrong arrived at her destination.
After getting off the sedan chair, no husband came to greet me, only a group of palace maids and eunuchs.
"Mother, please..."
Covered with a wedding kerchief, Huang Rongrong was supported by a female official, brought into a palace, and sat on the big red wedding bed.
"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty, Your Highness will be here soon!"
Huang Rongrong nodded slightly, and became even more uneasy after hearing this.
And this time, it was night time as soon as she wore it, and she almost fell asleep in the middle of it.
At this time, Zhao Yanxun was sitting in Lin Jingyu's room, and the two of them chatted together all afternoon.
Zhao Yanxun was not interested in poetry at first, but after talking with Lin Jingyu for a while, he got a taste of it and forgot about the time.
"My beloved concubine, I have to meet another one. It's really..."
Although she was reluctant to marry, it was a foregone conclusion now, and the husband seemed okay, so Lin Jingyu naturally accepted the reality.
I can’t say how good the relationship is, but it can be cultivated slowly later.
"Your Highness, let's go!" Lin Jingyu smiled slightly.
"My beloved concubine has a talent for singing, let's communicate slowly in the future!"
After saying these words, although Zhao Yanxun was reluctant to leave, he still left.
At first he was opposed to the matter of choosing a concubine, but now he just wanted to say "it smells so good".
I don’t know what the other concubine looks like.
"Miss, someone is coming!"
Huang Rongrong, who was already exhausted, could only support her body to sit upright.
After a while, Zhao Yanxun walked into the room and saw Huang Rongrong sitting dignifiedly.
Picking up the wedding ceremony aside, Zhao Yanxun walked up to Huang Rongrong and slowly lifted the wedding ceremony on her head.
Then, a beautiful and curious face appeared in front of him.
Sure enough, I didn't let myself down...
Obviously, my words to the cheap mother really worked, and the princesses I chose were all beauties.
At this moment, Zhao Yanxun heard a "gurgling" sound in his ears, and then he looked at Huang Rongrong's belly.
Huang Rongrong's face turned red, she raised her head slightly and said shyly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I'm hungry..."