Eunuch Chen looked at the Bamboo Concubine who was looking at the magnolia tree, and became thoughtful.
On the way back to the palace, Hongde Longqiu recalled the resentful song as he walked, "Xiao Mingzi, send some silk and satin to Concubine Zhu tomorrow."
"According to the decree."
The next day, Meng Xinzhu glanced at the silk and satin on the table, shook her head involuntarily, and stood by the window looking into the distance. She sang "Flower Burial Song" just to commemorate Concubine Zhu, but..., alas! What she least wanted was
Get his attention!
"My Lady!" Meng Xinzhu turned around and looked at Ru'er, who looked delighted, "My Lady, what do you think of the color of this satin? Let Ru'er make some new clothes for you."
"Whatever." During the time when she arrived at Zhuyuan, although Meng Xinzhu was not used to being served by Ru'er and the others, let alone their etiquette, she did not change anything. This is the palace after all, and there is a concept of superiority and inferiority.
It is a very strong and hierarchical place. If you follow your own will and are equal to them, they will be considered by the people in the palace as indifferent. This is not necessarily good for them, but will cause them to make mistakes.
.And unlike the way he behaves in other palaces, which can easily attract others' attention, he is now a fugitive in the palace, so it is better to keep a low profile.
Concubine Yue frowned and listened to Xiao Lizi's report. When she knew that the emperor did not stay overnight in the Bamboo Garden, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the emperor was not very attracted to the Bamboo Concubine, but over the years, he was probably the third
Once I became interested in the songs of someone other than myself. "Zhu Fei, how come I haven't heard of it?"
"Back to the empress, she is the princess of the Yuan Ye Kingdom. She has been in the palace for ten years, but she is extremely ill. Even the people at the Imperial Hospital no longer prescribe medicine, but only give her life-extending medicine."
"Oh," Concubine Yue nodded, looking at her well-maintained fingers, "Concubine Xuanzhu, I want to see her."
Little Plum bent her knees and followed her master's instructions to the Bamboo Garden.
Looking at the arrogant little eunuch in front of her, Meng Xinzhu was stunned. She didn't expect that the storm would come so soon. She couldn't help but sigh that there are many things in a place with many women, and this was also a place where jealous women gathered.
"Father-in-law, please wait a moment while I clean up."
"You - do you still want to dress up?" Xiao Lizi looked at Concubine Zhu with disdain, thinking that with your appearance, why should you dress up?
"My father-in-law is serious," Meng Xinzhu smiled slightly, a villain is a villain, "I have been ill for a long time, and I am afraid that my sick appearance will frighten the rich body of Concubine Yue."
"Hurry up, don't keep me waiting!"
Back in the room, in front of the dressing mirror, Meng Xinzhu asked Ru'er what kind of person this Concubine Yue was. Because the foreshadowing had been laid before, Ru'er thought that the empress had practiced magical skills but was forgetful, so she had no doubts and put herself
Tell Meng Xinzhu what she knows. Meng Xinzhu nodded, chose the simplest clothes, put them on, and went to Yuekun Palace with Ruer's support.
Meng Xinzhu admired the scenery along the way as she walked. This was the first time she walked in the Imperial Garden in broad daylight. Now is the time of spring, and the Imperial Garden is colorful. It is a good time to enjoy flowers. Ru'er is not as good as Meng Xinzhu.
She was in a good mood. She knew that Concubine Yue was famously jealous. She had enjoyed the exclusive favor of the emperor for many years. She suddenly wanted to see her master today, which obviously meant nothing good.
Concubine Yue is a first-class imperial concubine. Currently, there is no one in charge of the harem, so she is the biggest mistress in the harem. Concubine Zhu is the last concubine in the palace. When meeting a first-class imperial concubine, she must kneel down and worship her. From childhood to adulthood
, Meng Xinzhu has only knelt down to one person, and that was him, but now he knelt down whenever he saw someone. Oh, bear with it, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, deal with Ru'er and the others' affairs, then fly out of this birdcage, and see who will still
Dare to let yourself kneel.
Concubine Yue drank her tea slowly without even looking at Concubine Zhu who was kneeling on the ground. Although she was a concubine, her status in the palace was probably not as high as that of a maid in Yue Kun Palace. Meng Xinzhu knew that she wanted to give him a blow.
No wonder they say that a jealous woman, no matter how beautiful, is nothing but poison and spikes. She smiled and knelt quietly, with a leisurely look on her face, as if she was not the one kneeling. Ru'er knelt beside her,
Seeing her master being so peaceful, I admired her courage a little, but I was worried whether her weak body could withstand the cold on the ground.
After slowly drinking half of the bowl of tea, Yue Fei slowly put it down and said as if she had just seen Zhu Fei: "Hey, isn't this Zhu Fei's sister? Little Lizi, why didn't you tell Zhu Fei that she was here? Why don't you help Zhu Fei quickly?
sit down!"
Meng Xinzhu smiled, how could she let the person with eyes on the top of her head help her, "Thank you, empress." After saying that, she stood up with Ru'er's help and sat aside.
Concubine Yue glanced sideways at Concubine Bamboo, feeling disgusted in her heart. How could such beauty be so attractive to the emperor? Humph, this woman is so ill and still restless! It seems that the emperor's recent movements in the palace are really impressive.
This made people uneasy. I really didn’t understand why the emperor did this. Concubine Yue raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "Is my sister's illness cured?"
"Thank you, Madam, for caring about me. I have been suffering from this disease for ten years. It has good and bad times. It is really my fault that I bother you." Alas, when can I not say such false words?
"I heard that my sister sang a song yesterday, which made Long Yan very happy."
"Your Majesty is so complimentary, I am so frightened."
"It was rare for my sister to see the emperor yesterday, why didn't he go to bed with him?"
Huh, who is interested in serving that rogue emperor? Meng Xinzhu lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "I am a person who is plagued by serious diseases. I am afraid of infecting the holy dragon body, so I cannot receive the holy grace."
"Oh?" Yue Fei couldn't help but sit down in the chair.
Meng Xinzhu secretly laughed. She had been saying this for so long. She would have been infected long ago, so what's the use of hiding now.
"Since my sister is not in good health, please go back and rest as soon as possible." Concubine Yue had no patience to continue talking.
Returning to the Imperial Garden again, Meng Xinzhu looked at the infinitely bright spring scenery and couldn't help but want to take a tour of the Imperial Garden. Of course Ru'er was happy to do so. The master had not been out of the Bamboo Garden for ten years, and it was rare to have such pleasure now.
But it was a good sign. Meng Xinzhu walked for a while and climbed up to a pavilion on a rockery. She leaned on the pavilion pillar, sat with her legs bent, and looked at the scenery outside the pavilion. The spring wind caressed her with all kinds of new breaths.
Pouring her face, she held her head and squinted her eyes. She hadn't enjoyed such a breeze for a long time. Among the four seasons of the year, her favorite was autumn. She liked its colors and its coolness, but she also liked spring.
The wind blew on my face, soft and comfortable, and a smile couldn't help but appear on my face.
Xiao Zhao stood quietly in the corridor, looking at the profile of the person in the pavilion. She still had a pale face, thin cheeks, and slightly dark circles under her eyes, but why was her smile so moving, making her sick face full of spring?
Xiao Zhao frowned and shook his head. Although she performed an amazing song after ten years of silence, she did not have the eyes that the emperor wanted and was destined to become a passing smoke.