The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Men always like the old and dislike the old, while women always think about the old, so these two creatures together, real life is more like an ethical drama than a fairy tale.

Zhuang Luoyan hung a piece of jade for the emperor himself, and looked up at the emperor in a semi-squat posture, "Emperor, the weather is still cold, be careful on the road."

"I know that you have been weak recently, and you should be more careful," Feng Jin reached out and lifted Zhuang Luoyan, stroking the blue silk she was spreading behind her shoulders. "I have asked the people in the temple to clean up the lotus pond a few days ago. The lotus flowers must still be beautiful."

"Emperor!" Zhuangluo's eyes widened, and then he looked away. "Concubine always caused trouble to the emperor."

"How could Ai Fei think this way, in your heart, are you in trouble," Feng Jin brought people into his arms, "You are my beloved, don't say this again. There are many women in the harem, It’s hard to avoid someone’s jealousy. I believe in your temperament, so you don’t have to worry too much.”

Loosen the woman in her arms, reach out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, Feng Jin smiled and said: "It's not too early, I should go up, you have a rest."

"To the emperor," Zhuang Luoyan leaned against the door, looking at the emperor's back reluctantly.

Feng Jin turned around and saw Zhuang Luoru still reluctantly looking at his back, his mouth slightly curved, and turned out of Xihe Palace.

The fifteenth day of the first month of the first lunar month is the first lively festival after the New Year. The masters of the harem will let their minions make a beautiful lamp. At night, they will light the lamp and hang it on the branch to show the blessing of heaven. meaning.

The concubine concubine was digging into the lamp, in order to draw the attention of the emperor, because the emperor will also choose the most beautiful lamp award on the Lantern Festival night.

In the royal garden, Xiang Xiangying, the concubines and the bridesmaids smile Yan Yan like a fairyland on earth.

The emperor and the queen walked together in the garden, looking at the lights hanging everywhere and commenting one by one.

"This year's lamp is more beautiful than in previous years," the queen pointed to a delicate fairy boy holding a peach lamp. "Who made this lamp come to life?"

The eunuch on the side stood and looked at the nameplate on the dazzling lantern and said: "Return to the empress queen, this lamp was made by Su Xiuyi."

"Su Xiuyi has worked hard," the queen smiled lightly, "reward."

Feng Jin glanced at the lamp, undecided, and then looked around, suddenly pointed to a round lamp, "Take down that lamp and show me."

The eunuch hurried forward to remove the lamp, and Feng Jin took a look. It was neither a laugh nor a gas.

This lamp was made into a piglet by people. It was not as ugly as a farmer's, but it was round and sloppy. There were two poems on the belly of the pig. The words were well written, but the poems were a little nondescript. .

"This pig is supposed to be in the sky, there are a few times in the world." Feng Jin coughed and looked at the famous brand hanging underneath. "Zhao Xianrong, this good poem, how could it be destroyed in your hands?" Is it like this?"

Zhuang Luoru, who was mixed in the concubines, saw that the lamp he had made was taken out by the emperor, and the corner of his mouth was twitched, and he made a tribute to the emperor with a teasing look of "strange taste", "Return to the emperor, concubine" I believe that this pig is so good, not comparable to other pigs, so I think that only this poem is worthy of this pig."

"It turns out that ordinary poems don't deserve this pig lamp," Feng Jin said of the lamp and looked at it again. "It's also a new idea. Gao Dezhong, put this lamp away, don't scare others."

The queen knocked on the lamp that didn't look like it, and looked at the back of Gao Dezhong's departure. Isn't that the way to go to the main palace?

"Zhao Xianrong's lamp is indeed special," Su Xiuyi looked at Zhuang Luoyan with a smile, before he could wait for Zhuang Luorong to speak, and quickly walked behind Princess Gui.

Zhuang Luoru sighed in his heart. Other traversing people can always get a marvel with the Q version of Mengwu. Why did she grieve when she arrived?

Sure enough, reality is different from passing novels, and the aesthetics of the ancients and moderns are not at the same line.

"Who made this lamp? The beauty held the lamp, but it was very close to Shangyuan's joy." Feng Jin pointed to a beauty lamp, and the palace people took it immediately.

"Yu Jie was born with white dew, and he invaded Luo socks for a long time. But he dropped the crystal curtain and looked at Qiuyue exquisitely." Feng Jin read the poem on the lamp and looked at the concubines behind his eyes. He didn't say much, but asked the eunuch on the side to turn on the lamp Put away.

Concubine Shu glanced at the beauty lamp and looked back, with some disdain in her expression.

"This kind of work is really sour," Su Xiuyi sneered, and finally dared not speak too loudly.

The queen seemed to hear Su Xiuyi's words, and she looked sideways towards Shu Guifei.Concubine Shu looked up and looked at the queen. She didn't mean to avoid it.

The two quickly looked away, but Zhuang Luoru, who happened to see this scene, was a little emotional, and the two could fight a battle with only their eyes.

On the second day after the Yuan Festival, everyone in the harem heard the latest news from Qianzheng Palace, and the emperor turned over the sign of Chang Zhaolou Xu Zhaorong.

After Zhuang Luoru got the news, he could not help raising his eyebrows. Is Xu Zhaorong a resurgence or an emperor?If the former is not so good, after all, this one seems to have indescribable hostility towards himself.

Waking up in the morning, Feng Jin opened his arms and let Xu Zhaorong organize his robe for himself. Seeing Xu Zhaorong kneel on the ground to organize his shoes for himself, Feng Jin reached out and supported her. "The ground is cool, just leave these things to the court lady."

"Concubines are willing to do anything for the emperor," Xu Zhaorong arranged his shoes, put his hands in Feng Jin's hands, and slowly stood up.

"If you are cold, I will be distressed," Feng Jin reached out to stroke his hair, but felt that the silk was not as smooth as Zhao Xianrong's, and then withdrew his hand, "I should go."

Going to the door, Feng Jin turned around, only to see Xu Zhaorong bowed his head in a respectful manner, although it was more respectful, but somewhat boring.

When the emperor left, Xu Zhaorong raised his head, with reluctance in his eyes, but was helpless.

Walking on Qingshi Road in the morning, the cold invaded his face, making Zhuang Luoru take a breath.Although it is no longer snowing now, the spring is cold and the morning is still uncomfortably cold.

"Ma'am, it's so cold, you should come out in a hurry," Tingzhu tightened his cloak for Zhuang, "Don't freeze your body."

"Where it is so precious," Zhuang Luoyan smiled, looking up just to see the emperor's ceremonies passing by in the distance, she looked blankly at the group of people walking away gradually, and spoke lightly until there was no shadow. Let's go."

Listening to Zhu, he glanced worriedly at his master, carefully holding her hand, "Ma'am, be careful of your feet."

As soon as the first month of the month passed, the festival of flowers was ushered in on February 2nd, and the official ceremony of the concubines who were promoted to the throne was scheduled for that day.

Zhuang Luoru wore formal Begonia red yinrong costume, took the gift of the queen's personal gift, and paid three homages to the empress, and only when the historian wrote down the scene, did she have real meaning. The graceful lady on the sky.

When the queen saw Zhuang Luolu kneeling, the lop-eared tassels and the golden step of the hair wobble only slightly, the manner was very proper, and he smiled and said: "Wanger's heart is the holy body.

"Concubine remembers the teachings of the Queen Mother," Zhuang Luoyan saluted again.

"Well," the queen nodded, "withdraw."

Zhuang Luoru quietly stepped aside and heard the next concubine concubine, thinking a little, the more the harem is, the higher the quota is, the more high-ranking women there are, and I don’t know how many people will be in the future. Lok, how many people are in position.

After the closing ceremony, the queen took your concubines to the garden to admire the flowers. The branches in the garden were already covered with delicate cut flowers, which made people look at them as if the branches were blooming like real flowers.

The queen took the colorful paper handed over by the court lady, took a piece of red rope and fastened it, and hung it on the flower branch with her own hands. It seemed with emotion: "Since the memo, every time the flower faces the palace, a colored paper will be hung on the flower branch. Today, after so many years, the flower trees are still beautiful, but the palace has lost its color day by day." After that, he looked at the concubines behind him, "You all hang one."

Concubine Shu took what was handed over by the court lady and smiled and said: "If the empress queen lost her color, wouldn't we have lost the color?" The white fingers like green onions rooted a beautiful knot on the red string. The note hung on the flower branch.

Zhuang Luoru felt that the Queen’s words really implied that these people would lose their color one day, but the woman would have a aging day, and the Israeli waiter was destined to fall into love, and she wanted to have a good second half of her life. Living a comfortable life requires more thought.

Knotted the red rope at random, Zhuang Luoyan took the handkerchief from the bamboo hand and wiped his hands, and then admired these vivid paper-cut flowers.

I have to say that the talents of the ancients were amazing and she was absolutely gorgeous. She had never seen such a beautiful paper-cut in her previous life.

"Today is the flower dynasty. Wait for this palace to bring the sisters to worship the god of flowers. Princess Gui may have an extra incense stick," the queen said slowly. "Because of sincerity, the golden stone is open, but Princess Gui may not." Waste good opportunities today."

"The queen is so concerned about her concubine. It really makes the concubine flattered. If not, the concubine also puts more incense on the queen's mother." Shu Guifei answered with a smile.

"This palace is different from Princess Gui, and it is better for Princess Gui to seek more for herself." The queen smiled at the clusters of green grass, with unspeakable elegance.

Zhuangluo's mouth twitched, and she hadn't heard the queen's meaning at first.

In the sturdy ideas of the ancients, the flower dynasty was also the Flower God Festival, and the flower was the genitals, so the flower god could bless the childbirth, and the married woman bowed down to the flower god and gave birth to the child.The Queen's words made it clear that she really laughed at Princess Shu as a hen who didn't lay eggs.

Sympathetic glance at Princess Shu's stiff smile, the beauty is beauty, the smile is still so beautiful.

"The emperor arrived."

Hearing this report, Zhuang Luoru knelt down with the crowd, saying that the emperor would not let go of the opportunity to admire the flowers and the beauty today.

Feng Jin shouted and looked at the concubines and said, "Today is a good day to admire flowers. I have already asked people to pick flowers. Choose your own hairpins."

Several maidens came up with a few plates of flowers. Zhuangluo roman saw that there were various flowers in the plates, but they were not real, but made of various colored papers. If you don’t look closely, you can’t see any falsehood.

After the emperor personally selected peony as queen hairpin, the rest of the talents began to choose, but they all avoided the choice of peony.

Zhuang Luoru chose a pink lily at random, and when he wore it to his temples, he heard a voice behind him.

"Zhaoxian Rongguo is really elegant, and choosing Lily is really suitable."

Zhuang Luoru turned back, and the person who spoke had not seen Zhuang Jieyu for a long time.