The Job of an Imperial Concubine

The harem has never been peaceful, but the recent harem has fallen into a strange calm. Perhaps these noble masters and ladies do not have to meet every day, which reduces a lot of resentment, so there are fewer messy things in the harem.

Nowadays, there are many women in the harem, but there are not many high-ranking ones. Those with low ranks dare not lose their temper in words and deeds, and those with high ranks have complicated thoughts and act more cautiously. Seeing that the baby in Concubine Zhao's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and the emperor loves to run to Xihe Palace more and more, everyone can sit still more than one.

Xihe Palace has recently added a lot of eunuchs who are good at cooking, gynecological nurses, and even two medical women who live in the side hall of Xihe Palace every day. These people hang around a master of Xihe Palace. Anyone who sees it will be jealous.

"After Concubine Zhao is pregnant, her treatment is too different from that of other concubines," said Concubine Yan, who has lost her favor, watching from a distance the eunuch in Dianzhong Province walking towards Xihe Palace with a lot of things. , a little envious and a little gloating, "But I used to see that Concubine Shu was always aloof, and couldn't let anyone down in her eyes. Compared with Concubine Zhao, she is nothing."

Concubine Yangui fell out of favor, and what I hate the most in my heart is not Concubine Zhao, but Concubine Shu, who usually does not show her beauty. Some people subconsciously don't like people of the same sex who have the same specialties as them. Concubine Yangui and Concubine Shu happen to be both It's this kind, the two don't communicate with each other on weekdays, but they don't like each other in their hearts.

Concubine Rou, who was walking in front of her, heard this and looked at Concubine Yan with a half-smile: "No matter how poor Concubine Shu is, she is still a concubine, more than enough than you."

"Concubine Rou is indeed so rude," Concubine Yan said with an ugly expression, "But concubine is not Qian Wanyi, so I leave it to you to slap her in the face."

"Look at what you say, it seems that I usually treat people harshly." Concubine Rou glanced at her indifferently, "Okay, you are sour and sour, I don't have time to listen to you here Nonsense," after finishing speaking, she walked away with her servant girl, and the figure from her back looked like three steps and three steps, each step growing a lotus.

"What, it's as if she hadn't been sour on Zhuang Luoyan back then," Yan Guibi snorted, turned around and left with her maid.

Zhuang Luoyan has been more active recently than in the past few months. Now the fetus in her womb is nearly five months old. Her swollen abdomen makes her look plump. Although she is not as glamorous as before, she is a little more gentle . Leaning on the soft couch, listening to the musician playing Guqin music, she couldn't help but look out of the window, looking at the sky, it might snow in the next few days.

The fetus in the womb is getting bigger and bigger. When the child was more than three months old, she could already feel the fetal movement. The experienced nanny told her that the one who was throbbing so early must be a prince. She was not impressed by this kind of statement. Hobbies, whether it is a prince or a princess, are all children of her Zhuang Luoyan. It's just that in this world, men are always preferred.

After listening to Banzhuxiang's Guqin music, Zhuang Luoyan waved his hand to let the musician back down. The fetus in the womb listened to the music two or three times a day, each time for a quarter of an hour, and any more would disturb others' sleep.

After the musicians retreated, Fu Bao who had been waiting at the side stepped forward and said, "Madam, someone from the Clothing Bureau came to take your measurements and said that they want to make some thick new clothes for you."

"Didn't you just make a few sets half a month ago, why are you here again?" Zhuang Luoyan looked at Fu Bao lazily, "Tell them, don't bother."

"Your Majesty, the emperor specially ordered this. He said that your highness in your belly is getting bigger and bigger. The clothes are too loose to keep you warm, and you are too small to wear them comfortably. So I specially ordered the palace to make you a few new sets every month." Clothes. It looks like the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the people from the Qin Tianjian said that it will snow in the next few days, how can you not add a few more clothes, ma'am." Fu Bao said with a flattering smile, "Besides, isn't the emperor caring for you, ma'am? How can the empress waste the emperor's heart."

"You're getting better at talking, let them all come in," Zhuang Luoyan supported Yun Xi's hand and got up and walked a few steps in the room. When the clothing bureau came to measure the size, the eunuch sang The Emperor is here.

Walking to the door, I saw the emperor striding in, Zhuang Luoyan smiled and said: "Why is the emperor here now?"

"It's nothing serious today, so come early to see my child," he reached out to hold Zhuang Luoyan's hand, and the two of them sat down on the soft couch together.

Ever since Zhuang Luoyan thought that he only liked the prince and not the princess last time, Feng Jin called the baby in her belly a child instead of a prince. Zhuang Luoyan is still very satisfied with Feng Jin's performance during this period, at least Feng Jin's behavior shows his expectations for this child.

When a woman is pregnant, she can properly involve a man in some small things and let him know how difficult it is for a woman. 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 deeper.

Yun Xi, who was waiting at the side, watched her master and the emperor talking about some small things relaxedly, and also saw the emperor's attitude towards 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 his master. Otherwise, how could people pay attention to the Xihe Palace every day, and it would be impossible to watch the unborn Highness almost every day and tell some small stories.

She has never seen how other men and women get along, but looking at the master and the emperor, she always feels that this is not bad. It's just... Yun Xi's eyes dimmed. There are so many women in the palace, and many young and beautiful women will enter the palace in the future. At that time, will the emperor still treat his master like this?

No matter what, she was always worried about her master. The woman who was tempted in the harem was really pitiful.

"It moved?!" Feng Jin's hand that was lightly placed on Zhuang Luo's rouge belly retracted as if it was being scalded. This was the first time he clearly felt that slow beating, but this feeling was too novel , It was so novel that he didn't dare to touch the belly with a little more force, as if he could knock the baby in the belly with a little more force.

"Your Majesty, our child may be playing kicks," Zhuang Luoyan saw the emperor's face full of novelty, couldn't help laughing and put his hand gently on his belly, and then the child moved again Seeing the emperor's excited smile, she opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Hey, you are so energetic now, the child is saying hello to you, the emperor."

The beating under the palm was so beautiful that Feng Jin couldn't help but bend down, put his face on Zhuang Luorou's belly, and said with a smile: "My child, I am your father," and then, his face was covered by the skin After a shock, he immediately laughed happily.

Looking at the childlike man, Zhuang Luoyan smiled and stretched out her hand to caress the emperor's back, suppressing the satisfaction in her eyes, she made no mistakes in this step by step, no matter how mature and great a man is, he has a childish side, only Let him understand how this life grows up day by day, so that he can value it more.

How much he looks forward to this child now, and how much effort he will put in to educate him and look forward to him in the future. It may be hard work for a child who lives up to the expectations of his parents, but such a child can go further in the royal family. It would be truly sad if it was like the second prince who was sent outside the palace.

This man's heart is biased. She has no ability to make him do his best for all children, but she must ensure that he values ​​his own children the most.

This is the helplessness of the times, but also the sorrow of women. If it was placed in the previous life, he would either be divorced or castrated. Which woman would endure such a thing and want the sisters to live happily together? Please look for it in Stallion Novels.

After dinner, Feng Jin personally supported Zhuang Luoyan's hand, and let her walk around the room for several times, the two actually squeezed into the same basin to soak their feet, looking at the emperor's appearance, it seemed that they were still having fun.

Zhuang Luoyan put her feet on Feng Jin's insteps, "The emperor's feet are quite thick. I heard that people with thick feet are blessed."

Feng Jin glanced at Zhuang Luorou's slender and fair feet: "I don't believe this, your feet are not thick enough, but you will be blessed."

Hearing this, Zhuang Luoyan scratched Feng Jin's feet with her toes, and said with a happy smile: "Among the blessings of the emperor, the concubine is more blessed by your side."

"You, go and believe in those messy things." What kind of blessing sachet, what kind of sneaky ears, this woman always believes in those illusory things, but her heart is hard to resist. Feng Jin stretched out his hand and held the other party's hand In the palm, the warm and smooth hands made his heart gradually soften.

After the two of them lay down in the warm quilt, Gao Dezhong, Yunxi and the others packed everything up and then retreated silently. After closing the door, the waiter seemed to hear faint voices inside.

Gao Dezhong glanced at the door behind him. The emperor liked to read all kinds of children's storybooks in the past two months, and even took notes on some of the stories. Are he discussing the plot of the story with Concubine Zhao right now?

In the room, Zhuang Luoyan was lying on the soft quilt, listening to the emperor tell how the little white rabbit and the little black rabbit pulled carrots. Although the level of storytelling has not improved, the spirit is still worthy of praise. She squinted her eyes halfway, and fell into a deep sleep after hearing the flat and boring tone of the emperor who was finally defeated by the emperor.

This is really a story comparable to a lullaby. I really wonder if the child in my stomach will be affected by the level of storytelling in the future.

Outside the window, the first snow this year began to flutter and fall, and the Xihe Palace, which was originally quiet, became even quieter.

In Changtian Building, Qian Wanyi stood in front of the window, looking in the direction of Xihe Palace, without feeling sleepy.