The Job of an Imperial Concubine

After a few swing dances, it was almost noon, and it was a cold dinner. Although the food presented was avoiding fire, the chefs still had the ability to make them full of flavor and fragrance.

While eating, I admire the beauty playing the flute on the swing. The flute sounds melodious. Even Zhuang Luoru, who is not good at this, can't help but tilt his ears.On the contrary, the others present seemed to be commonplace, and they looked at the piper completely.

Probably used to seeing, listening to it, after all sorts of appearances, this little scene is really nothing.Zhuangluo took a sip from the wine bottle. In such a place, status represents life.

"Zhao Xianrong likes this song?" The queen suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at Zhuang Luoru. "These are the actresses raised in the palace. You are the master of the palace. If you like it, you call someone to perform in the palace. It also works."

"The concubine listened to this beautiful song, and she couldn't help but distract her, so that her mother smiled." Zhuang Luoyan put down the wine bottle and smiled respectfully at the queen.

"This song is called Baihuazui, and the melody is really graceful. You didn’t know when you entered the palace. This song was the sound of nature, and the sound of this flute is beautiful, but it is better than the song that Feifei sang. "It's still a lot worse," said the empress, and she glanced at the emperor. "To say, no one in the palace is more beautiful than Rou Fei's throat. What do you say about the emperor?"

"Rou Fei's voice is indeed the sound of nature," Feng Jin didn't seem to realize that the Queen's words were meaningful, "If you don't say Zhao Xianrong, I haven't heard Rou Fei singing in a few days."

Rou Fei got up and grinned reluctantly: "The emperor Xie praised the empress, and the concubine was terrified."

A few days ago, because of the borrowing of Hee and the palace slaves, she had been coldly treated by the emperor. Although the queen said that she was talking about her as a singer, but the emperor gave her a glance at her, so I was still annoyed or happy.

Feng Jin glanced at her cowardly look, and no longer spoke, pointing to the two dishes in front of her, "I remember the sweetness of Princess Gui, this dish is for Princess Gui. This plate of Jinshi Cui Yinhua Zhaoxian loves to eat, Bring it to her."

The so-called Jinshi Cuiyinhua is actually a green pepper preserved egg. Zhuang Luoyan got up and thanked En directly and threw a piece of it into his mouth.

Concubine Shu was much more elegant than Zhuangluo Rouge. Now Su Xiuyi is reprimanded by the emperor because of Zhuangluo Rouge. Concubine Shu is the cousin of Su Xiuyi. She has also participated in the elder brother Zhuangluo’s family. Dealt with.

The two were the first complacent in the palace, and no one dared to catch up with the offense, so they looked coldly at the fight.

"The taste is really sweet, and the concubine thanked the emperor." After taking a sip, Princess Gui smiled softly again and stood up to the emperor's gratitude.

"Ai Fei loved it, she used a few more mouthfuls." Feng Jin smiled lightly, and his eyes turned, watching Zhuangluo rouge has used three or four pieces, and then said: "Zhao Xianrong, although this golden stone and silver flower is delicious, , Your wounds haven't healed, or you can't be greedy for your appetite."

He looked at the green pepper preserved egg quite reluctantly, Zhuang Luoyan looked up at the emperor, stood up and performed a salute, his voice was a little lower than that of Shane, "Yes, the emperor, the concubine is distraught."

Feng Jin also wanted to say a few words. Seeing her pale as a result of excessive blood loss, she finally shook her head helplessly, "You are weak, don't need so much courtesy, sit down."

"Sovereign Emperor Xie," Zhuang Luoru sat down, ignoring the eyes of a concubine or envious or jealous surrounding her, and her index finger slid gently over the feet of the wine bottle, and suddenly looked up, just to meet Princess Gui looked at her.

Facing Shu Guifei with a faint smile, Zhuang Luoyan lifted the glass and took a slow sip. The two collided, and then moved away from each other again.

"Emperor, the spring is just right today. If you draw a picture of the spring together after dinner, it would be a bit more elegant." Princess Gui looked at the emperor with a smile.

Feng Jin heard and nodded, "Today is indeed a rare good weather. Poetry and painting together with the princesses can be regarded as stealing for a long time."

Everyone knew in his heart that Princess Sui wanted to embarrass Zhao Xian. After all, in this harem, who didn't know that Zhao Xianrong had painted a bad hand, even the emperor said that it was ugly.

Everyone looked at Zhaoxianrong at this moment, but they saw that the master was eating a meal calmly, without any hint of anger, many people felt in his heart, this Zhaoxianrong was quite calm. of.

After finishing the meal, the palace attendant had prepared the table, chair, bench, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as various paint brushes and paint stones, just waiting for these masters to raise their pens and paint poems.

Some people say that painting is like others, so people who are good at painting should be holy and dusty in their minds.Most of the concubine concubines are of some family background. They have learned piano, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy. Even if they are not proficient, they will know how to add some elegance.

Those who are born at a low level will naturally not be too high, so whether they paint or not is not so important.Among the concubines, some status painting skills are not so good, only Yan Guipeng and Zhao Xianrong.

Yan Guibin was not born very well, and Zhao Xianrong was really not good at this thing, so many people waited to see the two jokes.

However, Zhuang Luoru ignored the thoughts of others and put a pen on the silk silk to outline it. There was no other person who was not good at the past impression.

Shu Gui's eyes swept over Zhuangluo Ro, she lowered her head like a smile, and outlined a magnolia flower thinly.

Feng Jin is an emperor. Qin Qishu is just a pastime for him, so he is not addicted to it. He simply outlines a mountain with a half-open orchid next to it.

Soon after the emperor finished painting, the other concubines naturally had to stop writing one after another and watch each other.

The queen's paintings are well-formed, and a peony picture is distinguished and elegant, which shows the style of everyone's birth.Feng Jin praised twice and went to see the paintings made by other concubines.

As a favorite concubine standing in the harem, Princess Gui, besides dancing and moving, is also capable of painting, painting and calligraphy.

Zhuang Luoru put down his pen and looked at the concubines who were talking favorably around Princess Gui, showing a smile.

When Jiang Guipeng glanced over the painting in front of Zhuang Luoru, there was a trace of surprise in her eyes, and she smiled and said: "The mother's painting is amazing."

"Just don't be embarrassed," Zhuang Luoyan hooked his lips. The woman in the harem sometimes couldn't use herself as a basin, and just poured out something.The so-called surprise is that it can only be effective if the other party does not expect it.

Before the emperor came to Zhuang Luoru's case, the painting that had no expectation of his painting skills was a bit unexpected.There is only a red begonia, a piece of residual stone and a butterfly on the silk silk, and there is a word Ouyang Xiu in the blank space next to it. Although the painting technique is far less than that of Ning Fei, it has an unspeakable meaning.

"This year's flowers are better than last year's red. Unfortunately, next year's flowers are better, know who you are with?" Feng Jin slowly read this sentence, took a deep look at Zhuang Luoyan, and then smiled: "Although Ai Fei's paintings are not counted Choose, but the meaning is rare. I will not know if the painting skills will be better until next year and today."

"The concubine knew that his painting skills were not as good as others, but it was the class who got the axe." Zhuang Luoyan smiled.

The Princess Shu on the side was not a bit of a taste. The emperor specifically mentioned what next year is. It is difficult to achieve. Because Zhuang Luoyan inscribed the first unknown word, he had to make such a promise.

Is this Zhuang Luoru's provocation to his original "flower without a hundred days"?

The queen seemed quite happy to say that the concubine Shu didn't have a face, and then said: "This palace looks at Zhao Xianrong's painting is fresh and pleasant, and it looks like it's brightened in front of her. It can be seen that the palace lantern Zhao Xianrong's paintings were not careful enough."

"The empress is ridiculous. The concubine loves the chubby painting, and the painting skills can't be taken, so he painted on the palace lantern that day," Zhuang Luoyan smiled shallowly. "Let everyone laugh."

"Zhaoxian Rongguo really hides deeply," Shu Guifei said with a small smile. "If everyone didn't paint together today, I'm afraid even the emperor doesn't know that you have such a painting skill."

"The empress said seriously, this concubine's shameless painting really doesn't dare to decontaminate the emperor's eyes." Zhuang Luoru looked at the emperor. "The concubine is not a painter, and the emperor never saw the concubine's painting."

"This is true," Feng Jin raised his head and said to Princess Gui, "I watched if she could sit or not stand, painting such things, embarrassing her."

The smile on Princess Gui's face lightened again, "But doesn't the emperor like Sister Zhao's lazy temper?"

Feng Jin smiled when he heard the words, didn't take the lead, and turned to Ning Fei.

Everyone naturally followed, and I saw a green bamboo figure on Ning Fei's canvas, but only a few strokes, I drew the charm and form of bamboo. This is the layman Zhuang Luoru's skill. It is better than other women.

Everyone was naturally amazed, and Princess Gui said: "Ning Fei's paintings are not comparable to those of us. I remember Ning Fei's imitation of Gu Kaizhi's Luoshen Futu two years ago, just like the original painting. Such imitation skills are only afraid of the reincarnation of Gu Kaizhi, No one else can tell that it is not a real painting."

"The concubine's mistress, the concubine is just boring at leisure, just like playing, where is that powerful." Ning Fei smiled, his expression was faint and unsatisfied.

"Why should Ning Fei be so humble," Su Guifei paused suddenly, and said suddenly, "Forget about this concubine, I will soon forget it. Emperor, Ning Fei is both good at painting and imitation painting, it is better to let her see, that peacock Who is the picture intentionally framing Zhao Xianrong?"

In the past month, the emperor and the queen have already assumed that Zhao Xianrong was framed by intentional people. Why did Sister Gui Gui reiterate this matter, was it to say that Zhao Xianrong was not framed, or did it mean something else?

Feng Jin's eyebrows moved slightly, looking at Princess Gui again, and his index finger lightly knocked on Ning Fei's painting. Seeing Ning Fei respectfully put down the brush that was still in his hand because of his movements, he retreated his hand again, facing Ning Concubine said, "Sister Gui Gui, I also want you to look at it. Queen, let the peacock tail come up." Speaking of which, Feng Jin suddenly paused. "After all, Zhao Xianrong was with me that day. The paper kite that I put, the paper kite that flew away is still the lead I cut myself."

When the emperor's words came out, the appearance of several people in the scene changed slightly. The emperor's words did not mean that the day to find the paper kite would not be Zhao Xianrong. After all, what the emperor personally let go, Zhao Xianrong could not find it brainless. come back?

What was the silence of the emperor before then?

Before taking advantage of the situation, the concubine who had humiliated Zhuang Luoru felt more and more scared. Her face became paler, and the original lively Yu Garden became dull for a while.

Zhuang Luoru did not expect that the emperor would say such a thing, his eyelids moved, and his eyes continued to fall on Ning Fei's green bamboo figure.