The Job of an Imperial Concubine

The harem has never been calm, but the recent harem has fallen into a weird calm. Perhaps these noble ladies and wives don’t have to meet each other every day, and they have less grievances, so there are fewer messes in the harem.

For example, there will be many women in the palace in the future, but there are not many high-ranking people. The low-ranking words and deeds do not dare to lose their paces.Everyone saw that the child in the belly of Concubine Zhao was getting bigger and bigger, and the emperor became more and more willing to run to Xihe Palace.

Xihe Palace has recently added a lot of eunuchs who are good at cooking, gynecological mothers, and even two medical girls who live in the side hall of Xihe Palace every day. These people are all around a master of Xihe Palace. Everyone jealous.

"After the concubine Zhao became pregnant, the treatment difference with other concubines after pregnancy was too great," Yan Guibin, who has now lost her holy favor, watched the eunuch of the province in the province take a lot of things in the direction of Xihe Temple. , Some envy and some misfortune, "But I saw that Lady Gui was always high above her, and she couldn't put anyone in her eyes. Compared with Princess Zhao, she was nothing."

Yan Guibin fell out of favor, not the concubine Zhao was the most annoying in her heart, but the concubine Shu who did not show the mountains and dews on weekdays. Some people subconsciously did not like the same sex with their own specialties. This is the type, the two do not interact with each other on weekdays, but they do not like anyone in their hearts.

Hearing this, Rou Fei, who walked in front of her, looked at Yan Guipeng with a smile: "Sister Gui, no matter how bad, is also a concubine, more than enough for you."

"The Concubine Roux is really so impolite," Yan Guibi said with an ugly expression, "but the concubine is not Qian Wanyi, so you can slap her face."

"Look at what I said, as if I love treating others harshly," Rou Fei glanced at her indifferently. "Okay, you love sour and sour. This palace has no time to listen to you here. "Nonsense," after saying that, she walked away with her maid, and the back looked at it step by step, step by step.

"Something, it's like she hadn't been sore with Zhuangluo," Yan Guipeng snorted and turned around with her maid.

Zhuang Luoyan's recent activities are more than in previous months. Now the fetus in her belly is almost five months old. The bulging abdomen makes her look plump. Although she is not as glamorous as before, it is a little more gentle. .Leaning on the soft couch and listening to the musician playing the Guqin, her eyes couldn't help but put it out of the window, watching the sky, it might be snowing in the next few days.

The fetus in the belly is getting bigger and bigger. When the child is more than three months, she can already feel the fetal movement. The experienced grandma tells her that she is a prince who is so provocative so early. She does not feel this way. Interests, whether it is a prince or a princess, are all her children.Only in this world, always prefer men.

After listening to the Guqin music of Banzhu, Zhuang Luoyan waved the musician back, and the fetus in the belly listened to music two or three times a day, almost every quarter of an hour, and it would disturb others to sleep.

After the musician retired, Fu Bao, who was on the side, came forward and said: "Madam, the people from Shangyi Bureau come to ask you to measure the size and say that you want to make some thick new clothes for you."

"Didn't I just made several sets half a month ago, why are you here again?" Zhuang Luoyan looked at Fubao lazily, "Tell them, don't have to be so troublesome."

"Mother, this is what the emperor specifically ordered, saying that your highness in your belly is getting bigger and bigger, the clothes are too loose to keep warm, and too small, you are not comfortable to wear, so I specially ordered the province to make a few new sets for you every month Yi. Looking at the New Year, the people of the Qin Tianjian said that it will snow these days. How can you not add a few clothes, Niang Niang.” Fu Bao said with a smile, “Besides, this is not the emperor’s care for you, Niang Niang. How can a lady waste the emperor's heart."

"You're talking more and more, let them all come in," Zhuang Luoru held Yun Xi's hand to get up and walked a few steps in the house. After the Shang Yi Bureau came to measure the size, he heard the eunuch singing. The newspaper emperor came up.

When he walked to the door, he saw the emperor walked in, and Zhuangluo said with a smile: "Why is the emperor here?"

"It's no big deal today, so come and see my baby early," he reached out and took Zhuang Luoru's hand, and the two of them sat down together on the soft couch.

Since the last time Zhuang Luoru thought he only liked the prince and not the princess, Feng Jin called her baby a baby rather than a prince.Feng Jin’s performance during this period was still very satisfactory. At least Feng Jin’s behavior demonstrated his expectations for this child.

When a woman is pregnant, she can properly involve the man in some small things and let him know that the woman is not easy. This will make the man more aware of his sense of responsibility as a father. After the child is born, the relationship with the child will be more profound.

Yun Xi, who was waiting by the side, watched her master and the emperor talk about small things easily, and watched the emperor’s attitude toward the master, just like an ordinary couple. She couldn’t help but think, maybe the master’s feelings for the emperor are not delusional, at least. The emperor also has some feelings for the master.Otherwise, people can pay attention to Xihe Temple every day, and it is impossible to tell some little stories to watch the unborn highness almost daily.

She has not seen how other men and women get along, but looking at the master and the emperor, she always thinks this is good.It's just... Yun Xi's eyes are dim, there are so many women in the palace, and there will be many young and beautiful women entering the palace in the future. At that time, will the emperor treat his master like this?

No matter what, she was always worried for her master, and the woman who moved her heart in the harem was really pitiful.

"Moved?!" Feng Jin's hand, gently resting on Zhuangluo's belly, shrank back as if it was hot. This was the first time he clearly felt the slow beating, but this feeling was too novel. , So novel that he didn't dare to touch the abdomen with a little more force, as if he could knock the baby in the abdomen with a little more force.

"Emperor, our children may be playing kicks," Zhuangluo Roar saw the Emperor's face full of novelty, couldn't help but smile and put his hand gently on his belly, and then the child in the belly moved again Moving, watching the emperor smile with excitement, she widened her eyes and surprised, "Hey, so energetic at this moment, the child is saying hello to the emperor."

The beating under his palm was so beautiful that Feng Jin couldn't help bending down, pressing his face to Zhuang Luoyan's abdomen, and smilingly said, "My child, I am your father," and then his face was separated from his skin. There was a shock, and there was a sudden happy smile.

Looking at the childlike man, Zhuang Luoyan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the emperor's back, pressing down the satisfaction in her eyes. She made no mistakes in this step by step move. No matter how mature a great man is, he has a childish side, only Let him understand how this life grew up day by day, so that he can be more valued.

Now how much he looks forward to this child, how much effort will he take to educate him and look forward to him in the future.Children who are expecting their parents may have a hard time, but such children can go further in the royal family.If it is like the second prince sent outside the palace, it is truly sad.

This man's heart is partial, she has no ability to make him do all he can to all children, but to ensure that he values ​​his children the most.

This is the helplessness of the times and the sorrow of the woman. If it is placed in the previous life, it is either a divorce or a castration of him. Which woman will endure such a thing and want sisters to live happily together?Please look for the stallion novel.

After dinner, Feng Jin personally supported Zhuang Luoru's hand and let her walk around the house for several laps. The two actually squeezed their feet in a basin and looked like the emperor.

Zhuang Luoru put his feet on the soles of Feng Jin's insteps. "The emperor's feet are quite thick. The concubine had heard that thick feet are a blessing."

Feng Jin glanced at Zhuang Luoyan's slender and white feet: "I don't believe this, your feet are not thick enough, and you will be lucky."

Zhuang Luoyan Wenyan rubbed his toes on Feng Jin's feet and smiled happily: "In the emperor's blessing, the concubine is also more blessed beside you."

"You, try to believe those messy things," what pray for sachets, what sneaky ears, this woman always believes in those illusory things, but the mind is unstoppable, Feng Jin reaches out and holds the other hand in Palms, warm and tender hands gradually softened his heart.

After the two of them lay down in the quilt that had been warmly baked, Gao Dezhong Yunxi and others packed up and retreated silently. After closing the door, the waiter seemed to hear the faint voice inside.

Gao Dezhong looked at the door behind him. The emperor liked to read various children's story books in the past two months, and even took notes on some stories. Wouldn't he discuss the storyline with Zhao Fei now?

Inside, Zhuang Luoruo lay on the soft quilt, listening to the emperor talking about how to pull the radish between the little white rabbit and the little black rabbit. Although the level of storytelling did not improve, this spirit was worthy of praise.She narrowed her eyes halfway, and finally heard that she lost to the emperor's dull tone, and fell asleep.

This is really comparable to the story of the lullaby. I really don’t know if the children in the stomach will be affected by the level of storytelling in the future.

Outside the window, the first snow this year began to fall fluttering, and the originally quiet Xihe Palace became more quiet.

In the Changtian Tower, Qian Wanyi stood in front of the window, looking at the direction of Xihe Temple, without sleepiness.