The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Although the sound of playing in the palace is soft, it is enough for people to hear clearly on this silent night.

Listening to the bamboo hurriedly walked into the gate of Xihe Palace, because he went too fast, he also sweated out in the autumn night.When the other eunuchs saw her expression, they did not dare to step forward and stop her, but they felt a little uneasy and did not know what happened.

Seeing that the lights in the inner room were on, and did not hesitate to listen to the bamboo moment, he lifted his feet into the house and looked at the door. Zhuang Luoru had just laid down, and Yun Xi was about to put down the tent. When he heard the bamboo look wrong, he stopped. The action in the hangs the tent again, "What happened?"

"Master, Wang Yu of Jingyu Pavilion is gone." Hearing Zhu breathed, "This time Jingyu Pavilion is making a lot of noise."

"Wang Peng in Jingyu Pavilion?" Zhuang Luoru sat up and asked suspiciously: "Isn't Wang Pang cured? Have you seen her outside the other day?

"The slave-maid didn't know, but just listened to the slaves of Jingyuge. In the past two days, Wang Pang has been a little uneasy. I don't know if it is gone now.

Zhuang Luoyan frowned slightly, feeling restless?Going so silently again, really there is no other reason?

Wang Bin had been sick for quite a while, and he was not allowed to be sacred, and his mother's family did not show up. I was afraid that even if his death was a little strange, Cheng Xuandi would not specifically send someone to investigate, and the queen might not even bother.

"What's the purpose of the emperor and the queen to come down?" Zhuang Luoyan took a deep breath. She had no friendship with Wang Peng and heard that her death was inexplicable, but her palm was still somewhat cool.

"The Grand Duke of the Qianzheng Palace has passed on the emperor's orally, saying that everything is under the control of the queen's empress, but it is only a few years after Wang Wang entered the palace, and then Ben Turnen took care of her afterwards with your honor." Tingzhu spent many years in the harem. Where would you guess that Wang Peng died awkwardly, but the emperor didn't ask, and Wang Pang could only go so unclear.

"Greetings of your princes," Zhuang Luoyan pulled the quilt on his body, looking at the candlestick. The unfavored concubine in the harem came down so desolately, not many people even died in their hearts and fell to the roadside Huaer thanked her for not looking at it, "Since the emperor has already made a ruling, we will express our condolences in accordance with the rules."

"Yes." After listening to Zhu Fu's blessing, Yun Xi froze a little, and then the tent that was originally hung down again, covering the overly bright candlelight in the room.

Zhuangluo roared on the brocade bed, no sleep.

"Master, can all the candles in the house be extinguished?" Yun Xi, who was outside the account, whispered.

"Leave the cup against the door," Zhuang Luoyan closed his eyes and never spoke again.

"Yes," Yun Xi and Tingzhu glanced at each other, and after extinguishing the other lamps, they retreated silently.

Waking up early in the morning, Zhuang Luorua changed to a light-colored Luo skirt, and the headpiece was also changed to too beautiful emerald gemstones. Although it was not too plain, but did not want others to think that she was still dressed gorgeously and too frivolously on the day Wang Wang went.

Sitting around walking to the Queen's Jingyang Palace, I saw the concubine who had arrived first, although the look was normal, but the spirit was still not as good as before, and they were not very gorgeously dressed. Obviously, Jin Liangyi's predecessors were all in his mind.

It didn't take long for the concubines to come together in twos and threes. Mentioning Wangshen, they all said that Fanghua had died early. What a pity, and completely forgot that he had not had much friendship with Wangshen before.

"Jian Xian is here!"

Thinking of Jiang Xianpeng and Wang Ping staying together, the appearance of the concubine on the spot changed slightly. After all, the person who had just died just felt a little bit sullen.

"The concubine has seen the empress queen." Jiang Xianpi looked tired, and looked like she had not slept all night.

"Jiang Xianbi doesn't have to be so polite, Wang Pang lives with you. I want to come to you to take care of Wang Xian's night and didn't have a good night's sleep. Give the seat." The queen looked as usual and asked the eunuch to move to embroider the pier for Jiang Xian. Sister sit down.

"Jiang Xianpin and Sister Wang are very affectionate, and please be more mournful." Yan Guipin exhorted.

"Wang Pian and all of us are sisters, and Yan Guipian also wants to mourn." Jiang Xianpian opened his mouth lightly, turning to Yan Guipeng, and there was not much emotion in his eyes.

Yan Guibin's complexion changed, and after seeing Jiang Xianbin, she no longer spoke.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit stiff, and everyone did not expect that Jiang Xianpeng, who had always been reticent, would say such things.

Zhuang Luoru looked up and said nothing.

"Emperor Emperor is gracious and mourns Wang Fei under the ceremonies of your princes. She wants to be at peace with the spirit of heaven." Princess Gui said softly. No one dared to refute her words. Isn't the emperor good enough?

Zhuang Luoru was not interested in this kind of discussion. After leaving Jingyang Palace, he did not want to sit back and forth. He only took a few court eunuchs to walk around the garden.

This is the life of the woman in the harem, and she has gone away at a young age. She was buried with a big and small title and praised the emperor's grace.Zhuang Luoyan narrowed his eyes and wondered why the heroines of the novels still thought about love and not love?

When I passed the Royal Garden, I heard high-fiving applause from the front, and I knew that the emperor came here with the emperor's ceremonial honour. Zhuang Luoyan opened his eyes, stepped down, and stood down sideways, fortunately in the autumn sun I don't feel hot in the sun.

Feng Jin was sitting in the imperial court. He had no intention to see who was standing around. He suddenly turned his head and saw a familiar figure standing down the roadside. When he raised his hand, the imperial vehicle stopped.

"Zhao Chongyi?" Feng Jin lowered his head and let Zhuang Luoru stand upright: "From the queen?"

Recently, because of the busy political affairs, Feng Jin rarely turned the sign of the harem. However, he has never seen Zhuang Luoru in a few days. Now it is a little pleasing to see her standing in the sun in a plain light.

"Going back to the emperor, the concubine just came out from the empress queen," Zhuang Luoyan pretended to glance at the emperor carefully, and then quickly lowered his head.

"Well," Feng Jin nodded and said suddenly: "Since that's the case, you don't have to go back to Xihe Temple now, go to the Imperial Academy to serve as a teacher."

Although the harem can't do anything, but the harem woman can do the imperial study, but because Emperor Cheng Xuan seldom calls the harem woman to serve the ink, it seems a little special.

This huge harem, with this honor and not inferior, is only Sui Guifei and Xu Zhaorong, and now there is another Zhao Chongyi.

Not far away, several concubines of low position looked at this scene rather enviously, whispering a few words from time to time.

"She would invite pets." Su Xiuyi sneered.

Concubine Shu looked at her nonchalantly and asked Buyong to move on, but her eyes became a little cold.