It’s Better to be the Empress Dowager

In the evening, after the banquet, Zhao Zigao fell asleep long ago. Master Tang asked the nurse to take the child away and went back to the room to remove her makeup.

Today is Zhao Zigao's full 100 days, and Master Tang put on a full set of makeup. After not putting on makeup for a long time, and suddenly putting on a whole set of head and face, Master Tang is a little unaccustomed to the weight of hair.

After standing with so many jewellery all day long, Master Tang was already tired. She was sitting in front of the diamond mirror, ding ding dong dong, unloading the jewellery. She carefully unloaded the red jade on the hair bun to pick the heart, then pulled off the golden beads on both sides and shook her head to untie the beads behind her head. Finally, Master Tang drew out the white jade dotted green hairpin, and the green silk on his head suddenly poured down like a waterfall.

Master Tang ignored the hair behind him, but reached out to rub his scalp. Today, my hair is combed high, my scalp is tight for a day, and it hurts a bit. In the mirror, a crimson figure gradually approached, Zhao Chengjun stopped behind Master Tang, put his hands on the side of Master Tang's hair, and gently kneaded, "Do you have a headache?"

"It's not a headache, it's a pain caused by jewelry." Master Tang complained, "These things are too heavy. I didn't expect to wear them on the head more and more."

It's all solid gold, and the embellishments on it are genuine gems, isn't it heavy? Zhao Chengjun said in a low voice, "If you are too tired, you don't need to wear so many jewelry next time. You are the biggest in Xiping Mansion. Who else dares to say about you?"

"That won't work." Master Tang took the rhinoceros from the makeup and combed her hair slowly. "As a princess, I was very young. If my clothes and jewelry can't hold down the scene, who would believe me?"

Zhao Chengjun was noncommittal. He looked down at Master Tang's long black hair and asked without warning: "How do you think of urging Zhao Zixun to have a baby?"

Master Tang's hand paused for a moment, and then she continued to comb her hair, and said, "It's not I who urged them, but others urged me. I am a young foster mother who came in from behind. It is very embarrassing. If I control a lot. Others say I can’t tolerate the eldest son. If I don’t care about anything, others will say that I will kill him. Seeing that the eldest son will be twenty, there is no child under the knee. Outsiders have long pointed and said that I am narrow and jealous. , I don’t want to let the elder son inherit the family business, so I deliberately treat the elder concubine and don’t let the elder son have heirs. This is really wronging me, I can only keep being good to them, not dare to say or scold, and I have to find ways to make the elder concubine Open the branches and scatter the leaves. Even if the concubine doesn't give birth, one of the concubines in the back can be born."

Teacher Tang said while quietly observing Zhao Chengjun from the mirror. This is the first time she has inquired about eye drops for Zhao Zi. She is still not very proficient. I wonder if Zhao Chengjun believes it?

Zhao Chengjun didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and pressed his hair to Master Tang. From Master Tang's point of view, he really couldn't tell what he was thinking. Master Tang made persistent efforts and continued: "I mentioned lifting my side concubine today, but I actually wanted to lift Zhou Shunhua. I know that my son likes her the most, and lifting her as a side concubine is a good way to go. But I came to the palace in the same group as Zhou Shunhua, Ren Yujun, and Ji Xinxian. I only lift Zhou Shunhua, but I won’t seal Ren Yujun and Ji Xinxian. I’m afraid they will blame me for injustice, and my concubine will also blame me for being nosy. I simply don’t say anything and let them take the lead. Whoever gets pregnant first will seal the side concubine. , So there is nothing to complain about."

Zhao Chengjun smiled softly and asked: "Why?"

"It's not easy." Tang Shishi put down the comb and stretched out the hair behind him. "The son often goes to Zhou Shunhua's house. It will be a matter of time before she becomes pregnant. When the time comes, Zhou Shunhua will be her concubine, and no one else can say anything. . In this way, I can be regarded as selling my personal affection to the world’s son."

Zhao Chengjun smiled, picked a strand of her hair, and slowly played with it in his palm: "You even care about this kind of thing?"

"Otherwise?" Teacher Tang was twisting his hair, and was disturbed by Zhao Chengjun, unable to tie it several times. Master Tang couldn't bear it. He took the hair from Zhao Chengjun's hand and glared at him and said, "Don't make trouble, I'm going to take a shower with my hair up. The elder son and the elder concubine's husband and wife are just like enemies. I don't care about this kind of thing, who else can manage? Zhao Zigao can't go to the ground now, and he should run all over the floor until next year. He is too lonely as the only child in the palace, so I wanted to let the son of the world give birth to him as a playmate."

Zhao Chengjun raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand, and let Master Tang pull his hair away, twisting it into a loose bun. Master Tang tidyed up his hair and planned to get up and go to the clean room to take a shower. Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengjun would not let go. He stroked Master Tang's neck with his left hand and gently rubbed her neck.

Master Tang's hair was all tied up, and the slender neck and smooth shoulder lines were undoubtedly revealed. Master Tang was itchy by him, smiled and grabbed Zhao Chengjun's hand, and said, "Get out of the way, I'm going to take a bath."

Zhao Chengjun smiled lightly, slowly leaned over, stared at Master Tang from the mirror, and said slowly: "It is better to beg for yourself. Doesn't the madam understand this truth?"

Zhao Chengjun's eyes were dark and dark, and there seemed to be a meaningful smell. Master Tang was so hairy with his eyes, he couldn't help sitting upright, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Chengjun smiled, put his hand around Tang Shishi's waist, and hugged her from the dressing table sideways. Master Tang was taken aback, subconsciously yelled, and quickly covered his mouth. It's getting dark now, if the maid sees this scene, what kind of style would it be?

Master Tang lowered his voice and reprimanded softly: "Let me down, the maid is outside, what are you doing?"

Zhao Chengjun's arms were like copper walls and iron walls, and he didn't mean to relax at all. Zhao Chengjun's voice became hoarse unknowingly, and said: "If you are really worried about Zhao Zigao's loneliness, instead of caring about others, you might as well give birth to one yourself and be his playmate."

Master Tang knows what Zhao Chengjun wants to do. She blushes to the neck, is ashamed and angry, and hates Zhao Chengjun's chest: "Rogue, Deng's disciple, you were thinking about this all night. Put me down and I have to take a shower. ."

What's the problem? Zhao Chengjun changed his direction steadily, holding Master Tang to the clean room: "I will accompany you. Aren't you tired today? I just come to help you."

"No need to!"

When Master Tang woke up the next day, the bed tents were in quadrants, the light was dim, and there was no time to tell. The quilt around him has become cold. Looking at the temperature, Zhao Chengjun has been away for a long time.

Okay, Master Tang knows that it will not be too early now, and it is estimated that all the maids in the house know that she is late today. Anyway, her face had been thrown out, she broke the jar and lay back on the bedding.

She looked at her body purple and blue, lying on the pillow, not wanting to move at all.

She was sure again, she really had a shadow over this kind of thing. The last time there was medicine, Master Tang was unconscious, and her feelings were not so deep, but she was completely awake last night and was forced to toss in the middle of the night. It was truly a deep memory.

Although they had already given birth to a child, this was actually only the second time for Master Tang. It can be seen that Zhao Chengjun also endured it for a long time, and when he got there, he was utterly unruly. He whispered in her ear: "Sorry, you can bear it for the time being." But in terms of actions, he didn't show any pity at all.

Master Tang blushed as soon as she thought of those pictures. She hurriedly covered her face and patted lightly, trying to make the temperature on her face drop quickly. Hearing a sound outside, the maid knocked on the door and asked softly: "Princess, are you awake?"

Master Tang has no choice but to pretend to have just woken up and ask the maid to come in and wait on her.

Before going to bed yesterday, Master Tang changed her middle clothes. Before getting out of bed, she deliberately raised the collar to hide the traces under the clothes. Master Tang thought she was calm and plain enough, dignified and solemn, but she didn't expect that when the maid saw her, she blushed and quietly lowered her head.

Master Tang was also made a big red face. Master Tang didn't know that although she covered the traces, her face was peach blossom, her brows were springy, her eyes were moist and sparkling, and she was dreaming when she looked at it. Can you see the traces? What's the difference?

The maid lowered her head, not daring to look at Master Tang. They brought the clothes and asked: "Wang Hao, which one do you wear today?"

Master Tang reluctantly calmed himself down, took a look, and said, "The blue one."

The maids promised to change clothes to Master Tang one by one. Tang Shishi wears a bright blue drape skirt, with silver thread hooked on the skirt, and it shines brightly as he walks around. After taking care of the skirts, the two maids came forward holding the jade-white blouses. Master Tang turned around, put his hands through his sleeves, and reached out to fasten the buttons.

The maids knelt down and arranged the corners of the skirt for Teacher Tang, put on the jade pendant, and stabilized the skirt. Master Tang didn't see guests today, so she didn't need to dress up. She casually tied a slanted bun, inserted a blue jade tassel step by step, and picked light blue earrings that were good for the head from the makeup, and she was finished.

The weather is getting hot every day, and Master Tang still has to coax the children all day long, which is really not suitable for combing too complicated buns. She dresses minimally, but Master Tang is good-looking, plus every piece of jewelry is worth a thousand dollars, and she wears it as a finishing touch, like a breeze in the mountains, a bright moon in the mountains, fresh and elegant, and the whole house is brightened up.

The maids praised sincerely: "Wang Hao, you are so beautiful."

Teacher Tang really listened to too much of these kinds of words, and she was too lazy to explore the truth and falsehoods of them, and asked: "Where is Zhao Zigao? Have you been breastfeeding?"

"Just fed. The little county king is arguing to find you, but you were sleeping before, and the prince didn't let anyone disturb him, so we let the nanny hold him and go to play elsewhere."

Master Tang felt distressed when he heard it, and quickly said, "Hold me. No matter what I am doing in the future, he will quickly notify me when he cries."

"But the prince said..."

"No matter what he says." Master Tang didn't even think about it, and said disgustedly, "Listen to me, ignore him."

The maids looked at each other, bowed their heads and saluted: "No."

The grandmother quickly carried Zhao Zigao. Master Tang put the child on the collapse, holding a rattle in his hand, plopping and teasing Zhao Zigao: "Guer, mother is here, come here."

Zhao Zigao was immediately attracted by the rattle. He saw Master Tang not far away, constantly kicking his feet, wanting Master Tang to hug him. But the mother refused to come over, Zhao Zigao was anxious, kicked hard, turned over from lying down, turning from lying down to lying on his stomach.

The maids cheered for a while: "The princess turned over by himself."

After turning over, Zhao Zigao couldn't climb anymore. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Master Tang, suddenly his mouth slumped, and he cried. Master Tang quickly put down the rattle and hugged Zhao Zigao: "Don't cry, mother is here."

Master Tang slowly patted him on the back, Zhao Zigao leaned on Master Tang's shoulder, choked a few times, and immediately stopped crying. He switched from crying to stopping very quickly, before the tears on his cheeks flowed, he burst into laughter again. Master Tang wiped his face dry with a kerchief, and lightly tapped his forehead: "You, a man, how can you love Jiao so much?"

Du Juan got close to Master Tang, and sneered after hearing that, "Wang Hao, Xiaojun Wang looks like you."

Master Tang was about to beat her, Du Juan quickly ran away, Master Tang held Zhao Zigao in his hand, and was inconvenient to move, so he instructed the maids on both sides to say, "Catch her for me and beat her hard."

The maidservants rushed forward, and Dujuan fists hard to beat four hands, and soon asked for mercy with one "good sister" one bite at a time. A maid smiled and said: "The princess has a life, don't call me a good sister, it's useless to call my aunt and grandma."

The little girls laughed, Zhao Zigao chuckled and clapped his hands when he saw everyone chasing me.

Zhao Zixun passed by Yan'an Yuan and heard the laughter inside, he couldn't help stopping, and looked at the magnificent building from a distance. The entourage heard it and said with envy: "I don't know what the princess is playing with the little county king. Yan'an Yuan laughs and laughs every day. It is a good job to wait on the princess recently. The prince is very generous, as long as the princess is served well, the money is almost like running water, and the count is endless."

Zhao Zixun took a few glances, then withdrew his gaze, and said lightly: "Let's go."

"Hey?" The waiter didn't follow, and Zhao Zixun had just watched well. Why did he suddenly change his face? The attendant did not dare to delay, and hurried to catch up: "Yes."