Chapter 105

When Zhuang Luoyan woke up the next morning, the emperor was already dressed up. When she woke up, the emperor straightened his silver rat cloak. "It's snowing outside. Don't go out today."

"Is it snowing?" Zhuang Luoyan stretched out his head and saw that the window was closed tightly, but the room was warm, so he said, "don't worry, Emperor. I will be careful."

Feng Jin nodded and went out of Xihe palace. Gao Dezhong, who was waiting for him, welcomed him and said in a low voice, "emperor, people from Tianlou just reported that Qian Wanyi was ill and wanted to see the emperor."

"When I'm sick, I'll call someone to pass on the imperial doctor. I'm busy in government affairs, and I won't go there for the time being," Feng Jin went on the imperial chariot without expression, and didn't even give Chang Tianlou a reward. Gao Dezhong hears the speech, busily underground head, in the heart know, this Qian Wan Yi is useless, visible woman light has a beautiful face is useless. Look at other people's concubine Zhao. Even if she is pregnant, she can lead the emperor to Xihe palace day by day. That's what means.

Looking back at Xihe palace, the little eunuch inside has already begun to clean the snow. It seems that Xihe palace is bustling. I don't know what qianwanyi thinks. It's a waste of a good face.

In Changtian building, Qian Wanyi swallowed the medicine in her mouth and looked at the eunuch in a hurry: "is the emperor coming?"

"Back to the master, Mr. Gao said that the emperor has been busy with government affairs recently, so I'm afraid he can't come here," the eunuch carefully finished this sentence and buried his head.

"Busy administration?" Qian Wanyi said with a bitter smile, "if the emperor can go to Xihe palace every day, my Changtian building next to Xihe palace wants him to come, then the government affairs are busy."

The servants in the room listened to the angry words, and all of them knelt down in fear. The people who said these words should not say them, and they should not listen to them.

"What do you do when you're scared like this?" Qian Wanyi looked at several people kneeling on the ground, sneered and tried to say, "all up, this is not Xihe palace, there are not so many people staring."

"Master, the queen sent someone to give you tonic," a maid in waiting outside the curtain said in a soft voice. "The queen said, let you have a rest."

Qian Wanyi looked at the blurred figure of the maid outside the curtain, and her face became more and more indifferent: "reward that person." What is a little tonic? Is it hard for her to find such a thing. Now the palace is surrounded by Zhuang Luoyan, and even the imperial concubine Shu wants to avoid her sharp edge. The empress only gives her such a reward because of her virtuous skin.

The eunuchs in the room shivered inexplicably when they heard the master's voice suddenly cooling down.

As soon as winter came into the capital, the snow began to fall intermittently. Sometimes it snowed heavily at night, and the next day was a sunny day. The sun was shining, but it didn't make people feel warm.

Zhuang Luoyan stood at the door, looking at the sun shining on the white snow, breathed a breath of heat, and turned to Yunxi behind him and said, "I heard that qianwanyi was ill a few days ago. Let people enjoy some things."

"Don't worry, madam. Fubao has been asked to do it," Yunxi holds Zhuang Luoyan. "I heard that qianwanyi saw the emperor a few days ago, but the emperor refused. I'm afraid she will blame you."

"The women in the harem complain less about me?" Zhuang Luoyan smiles and hands Mrs. Tang, who is not hot enough in her hand, to the nearby listening bamboo to replace it with a new one. "Only when they complain about our palace can they prove that the emperor values our palace. The woman who has never been hated in the back palace is the real pathetic."

"Our palace is not afraid of her resentment, just afraid that she will not," Zhuang Luoyan squinted at the direction of changtianlou, "if people have resentment, they will do stupid things. If women do stupid things, the back palace can't accommodate them."

When Yunxi and Tingzhu heard this, they understood and did not understand. However, they soon stopped thinking about this problem, because they found that in the snow, Ming Huang's Imperial Guard of honor was coming to Xihe palace.

They seem to understand the master's words. In this harem, nothing is more important than the holy pet. If the emperor can keep the master in mind, it's useless for other women to calculate. The emperor is the real master of this harem. If he wants to protect a person, no one else can do it.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is the annual Laba Festival. The emperor took people to offer sacrifices to the gods and ancestors, and held a banquet in the palace. The royal family and imperial concubines of high rank could attend the banquet. The royal family and officials valued by the emperor had already received Laba porridge from the emperor before noon. At this time, the people who attended the banquet were also the people with face in the court.

There were many rules at the banquet, so Zhuang Luoyan got a special permission and didn't have to participate in those rules. He only appeared at the empress's banquet when the banquet began.

Laba porridge is very thick, but you can smell the sweet smell in the bowl when you sit down. The mother who serves next to you first took a sip with a spoon. After a while, Zhuang Luoyan picked up the spoon to use the porridge. Because there was a small heater under the tray, the porridge was still hot, but Zhuang Luoyan had no taste.

After having a child, she prefers sour and spicy food, because she is afraid that the fetus will catch fire, and she will eat a small bowl of goose egg and Pearl soup every day. However, these tastes are in line with her heart, better than the greasy eight treasure porridge.

After moving a few spoonfuls, there is not much porridge left in the small bowl. It seems that the person who arranged the banquet has already inquired about her taste. I'm afraid this porridge is what she means.Put down the porcelain spoon, Zhuang Luoyan took the tea from Zhucheng and gargled, tried to clean the corners of his mouth, and then leaned against the back of his chair to wait for the banquet to end.

"But not to the lady's taste?" Jiang Xian's wife, who was sitting at the bottom of her head, saw Zhuang Luoyan's appearance and lowered her voice to worry, "or let someone show you a dish of plum to press your stomach."

"It's OK, you don't have to worry," Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile to Jiang xianpin. "He just doesn't like to use sticky things. When he goes back to the palace next time, he will ask the people in the kitchen to do something again."

Jiang xianpin also knew that it was a banquet and it was not easy to show off. She nodded her head and said, "it's OK. If the empress is uncomfortable, she will leave the banquet earlier. The emperor won't have any problem. Be careful with her body." Now that Jiang xianpin has been standing behind Zhuang Luoyan, she naturally doesn't want to have anything to do with her baby.

"I used some things before I came here. I'm not hungry now," Zhuang Luoyan said, looking at the empress and Emperor sitting on the top. "It's snowing today. I don't think the emperor will keep you for long."

After saying this, she looked down to the opposite side. There was Mrs. Zhuang sitting. Although she could not see her expression clearly, she could feel Mrs. Zhuang looking in this direction from time to time. It's a pity that the original owner of the body has died away, and this motherly heart has been abandoned.

At the end of the banquet, Feng Jin, who was sitting at the head of the banquet, stood up and looked at all kinds of officials below. He said in a deep voice, "it's not early. Please come back."

Gao Dezhong, who was standing behind, took a step forward and said in a loud voice, "kneel!"

All of a sudden, all the officials at the banquet knelt down, and the hall was silent. Zhuang Luoyan, who was not kneeling by the emperor, stood beside him, feeling that this was the power of imperial power.

"Knock!"

"Knock again!"

"Get up!"

Long live the emperor

The courtiers knelt down to see off the imperial concubines, then stood up and walked out slowly.

Mrs. Zhuang held her daughter-in-law's hand and looked at the direction of the harem before she got on the horse. "Now that Princess Zhao is pregnant, I don't know how she is living in the harem?" When Zhuang Wanmei entered the palace, the slut was rampant for a few days. Now both of them are dead, but her daughter is trapped in the quagmire of the harem.

"Mother doesn't have to worry. Her daughter-in-law went to Guangning uncle's house to have a banquet a few days ago. All the ladies present are very polite to her daughter-in-law. It's all because of the honor of Princess Zhao that she gives her a little bit of noodles," said the banker's daughter-in-law, who helped the old lady into the carriage and accompanied her to the carriage. She draped the curtain for the old lady so that she could see the direction of the harem Love is important, mother should rest assured

"The emperor's heart is unpredictable. I don't know what to do with today's favor and tomorrow's favor. The people in the harem are complex, and the empress's heart is simple. At the beginning, she was ignored by the emperor for a period of time, so I was afraid..." The old lady couldn't say anything unlucky, so she sighed, "put down the curtain. The more I look at it, the worse I feel. As long as my mother is safe, I won't ask for anything."

The dealer's daughter-in-law put down the curtain and comforted her mother-in-law. When she came in, the sister-in-law had already entered the palace, and she was not soft tempered. After the news that she was ignored by the emperor came out at the beginning, all the people in the mansion were frightened, and one of my father-in-law's aunts was still gloating. Later, the little sister-in-law returned to favor, and the aunt lost her life, so the house was really peaceful.

Her mother-in-law's worry she understood that although her sister-in-law was a concubine and had a dragon son in her belly, she would be doomed to accompany her husband like a tiger and lose her favor.

When they returned to Zhuang's house, the next morning they were rewarded by the emperor.

Although there were not many rewards, the eunuchs who came to announce the edict were the emperor's close eunuchs, accompanied by the people of Xihe palace. After receiving the edict, the makers were happy to keep people for tea and stuffed bags.

Fubao looked at Mr. Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang, who were sitting with him in person, and politely said, "Mr. Zhuang, you are welcome. Before the slave comes, the empress asks the slave to tell you that everything is OK. You and Mrs. Zhuang don't have to worry. Please take good care of yourself."

Mrs. Zhuang wiped her tears from the corner of her eyes. "Thank you for your concern. Please send it to us. As long as you are well, we will be satisfied."

Seeing that Mrs. Zhuang's eyes were red, Fubao comforted her. The eunuch sitting next to him was Gao Dezhong's Apprentice. He was smiling all the time, but he didn't have any pride. He stood up and said, "I heard that there is a plum blossom in Master Zhuang's garden that grows very well. I don't know if we can let people lead the slaves to have a look at it?" This is a chance for a few people to talk in private.

Mr. Zhuang asked Mr. Zhuang to accompany him personally, led him to the garden, and stuffed a heavy purse.

They didn't ask Fubao what he shouldn't ask. They only asked about Zhuang Luoyan's daily life, whether there was anyone in the palace who was embarrassed, and whether the fetus was healthy.

Fubao answered one by one, and added: "last night the emperor stayed at his mother's place, saying that she had not seen her parents for a long time, and that it was not easy for you to raise her. This morning, someone announced the reward and specially asked the slave to follow. This is the Emperor's grace."

Mrs. Zhuang shoved a stack of silver tickets to Fubao: "the emperor thinks highly of the empress. It's the empress's good fortune. The banker praises the emperor's kindness. He also asks her father-in-law to bring these silver tickets to the empress. The palace costs a lot. Please don't hurt yourself." Although she knew that her daughter had nothing to lack, she always wanted to give her daughter more things, so that she could feel at ease.Fubao couldn't, so he had to take it. After another talk, Fubao got up and said, "my Lord, madam, it's time for the slave to go back to the palace. It's been a long time. It's always bad."

Mr. Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang had to personally send a group of people out of the house. Looking at the distant carriage, Mrs. Zhuang's tears came out again.

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