The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Men always like the new and dislike the old, while women always miss the old, so these two creatures together, real life is more like a moral drama than a fairy tale.

Zhuang Luoyan hung a jade pendant on the emperor with her own hands, and looked up at the emperor in a half-squat position, "Your Majesty, it's still cold, be careful on the road."

"I know that you have been weak recently, so you should be more careful." Feng Jin stretched out his hand to support Zhuang Luoyan, stroking her black hair hanging behind her shoulders, "A few days ago, I asked the people in the palace to clean up the lotus pond. The lotus flowers must still be beautiful."

"Your Majesty!" Zhuang Luoyan's eyes widened suddenly, and then she looked away, "My concubine always causes trouble for the Emperor."

"Why would my concubine think like this? In my heart, you are a trouble." Feng Jin took him into his arms, "You are my beloved, don't say such things again. There are many women in the harem, You are pure and kind-hearted, it is inevitable that people will be jealous, I trust your temper, so there is no need to worry too much."

Letting go of the woman in his arms, reaching out to wipe away the tears from her eyes, Feng Jin said with a smile: "It's getting late, I should go to court, you can rest for a while."

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

Feng Jin turned her head and saw that Zhuang Luoyan was still looking at her back reluctantly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved, she turned and left Xihe Palace.

The Shangyuan Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the first lively festival after the new year. The masters of the harem will let their slaves make a beautiful lamp, and at night they will light the lamp and hang it on the branch to show their blessings to heaven. meaning.

The concubines in the harem even racked their brains on the lamps, hoping to make them look good and win the emperor's attention, because the emperor would choose the most beautiful lamps to reward on the night of the Lantern Festival.

In the imperial garden, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the concubines are talking and laughing with their close maids, just like a fairyland on earth.

The emperor and the empress walked in the garden together, looking at the lamps hanging everywhere, and commenting on them one by one.

"This year's lamp is even more beautiful than previous years." The queen pointed to a delicate lantern made of a fairy boy holding a birthday peach. "This lamp is made so lifelike. Who made it?"

The eunuch standing beside him looked at the nameplate on the lantern, and said, "Go back to Empress, this lantern was made by Su Xiuyi."

"Su Xiuyi really put her heart into it," the queen's smile faded by two points, "reward."

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

The little eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to take down the lamp, Feng Jin took it for a look, and was neither smiling nor angry.

This lamp was made into the shape of a pig. It is not as ugly as the one raised by the farm, but rather round and naive. On the pig's stomach is a two-bedroom poem. The handwriting is good, but the poem is a bit nondescript. .

"This pig should only exist in the sky, but how many times will it be heard in the world." Feng Jin coughed with a smile, and glanced at the name tag hanging below, "Zhao Xianrong, this good poem, how could it be destroyed in your hands?" Is it like this?"

Zhuang Luoyan, who was among the concubines, saw the lamp she made was taken out by the emperor, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she saluted the emperor with the mocking eyes of everyone who saw "weird taste", "Return to the emperor, concubine I think this pig is naive, and it is not comparable to other pigs, so after thinking about it, only this poem is worthy of this pig."

"It turns out that ordinary poetry is not good enough for this pig lamp," Feng Jin mentioned the lamp and looked at it again, "It's a bit of a novelty, Gao Dezhong, put this lamp away, don't scare other people."

The queen knocked on the four-faced lamp, and then looked at Gao Dezhong's leaving back. Isn't that the direction to go to the main palace?

"Zhao Xianrong's lamp is really special," Su Xiuyi glanced at Zhuang Luoyan with a half-smile, and before Zhuang Luoyan could speak, she quickly walked behind Concubine Shu.

Zhuang Luoyan sighed in her heart, other timetravelers always get amazed when they use the Q version of cute things, why do they feel sad when they come to her?

Sure enough, reality is different from time-travel novels, and the aesthetics of ancient people and modern people are not on the same line at all.

"Who made this lamp? A beauty holding the lamp is very suitable for Shangyuan's joy." Feng Jin pointed to a beauty lamp, and a palace official immediately took it.

"The white dew grows on the jade steps, and the night has invaded the socks for a long time. But the crystal curtain is lowered, looking at the autumn moon exquisitely." Feng Jin read the poem on the lamp, looked at the concubines behind him, didn't say anything, just asked the eunuch on the side to turn on the lamp Put it away.

Concubine Shu glanced at the beauty lamp, then glanced back, with a bit of contempt in her expression.

"This kind of effort is really sour," Su Xiuyi sneered, after all, she didn't dare to speak too loudly.

But the queen seemed to hear Su Xiuyi's words, and turned her head to look in the direction of Concubine Shu. Concubine Shu raised her head and looked at the queen, without any intention of avoiding it.

The two quickly looked away, but Zhuang Luoyan, who happened to see this scene, felt a little emotional. The two could fight a battle just by looking at each other.

On the second day after the Shangyuan Festival, everyone in the harem found out the latest news from Qianzheng Palace, and the emperor turned over the signboard of Xu Zhaorong in Changtian Building.

After Zhuang Luoyan got the news, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows. Is Xu Zhaorong regaining favor or the emperor's whim? If it's the former, it's not so good, after all, this person seems to have indescribable hostility towards him.

When she woke up in the morning, Feng Jin opened her arms and asked Xu Zhaorong to arrange her robes. Seeing Xu Zhaorong knelt on the ground to arrange her shoes, Feng Jin stretched out her hand to help her up, "It's cold on the ground, just leave these things to the maids."

"My concubine is willing to do anything for the emperor," Xu Zhaorong straightened his shoes, put his hands in Feng Jin's, and stood up slowly.

"If you are cold, I will feel bad." Feng Jin reached out to stroke his hair, but felt that the black hair was not as smooth as Zhao Xian's face, so he withdrew his hand, "I should go."

Walking to the door, Feng Jin turned his head, only to see Xu Zhaorong bowing his head respectfully, although respectful enough, but a bit dull.

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

Walking on the bluestone road in the morning, Zhuang Luoyan took a deep breath with the cold air engulfing his face. Although it is no longer snowing now, the spring is cold and the morning is still uncomfortably cold.

"Your Majesty, it's so cold, you should come out in a chariot," Ting Zhu tightened the cloak around Zhuang Luo, "don't freeze yourself."

"It's so precious," Zhuang Luoyan smiled, and when she looked up, she saw the bright yellow emperor's guard of honor passing by in the distance. She watched the group of people walking away with a blank expression, and said lightly when there were no shadows left, " let's go."

Tingzhu looked at his master worriedly, and carefully supported her hand, "Your Majesty, be careful where you step."

As soon as the first month is over, the Huachao Festival on February 2nd is ushered in, and the official canonization ceremony for the promoted concubines is also scheduled on that day.

Zhuang Luoyan wore a formal begonia red virtuous appearance attire, received the virtuous appearance book seal from the queen herself, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the queen, and the historian recorded this scene, she was the real meaning Empress Xianrong.

When the queen saw Zhuang Luoyan kneeling down, the ear tassels and the golden step shaking in her hair were only slightly shaking, her demeanor was very appropriate, she smiled and said: "Wanger's heart is attached to the holy body, so don't slack off."

"The concubine remembers the teachings of the empress," Zhuang Luoyan saluted again.

"Well," the queen nodded, "retire."

Zhuang Luoyan quietly retreated to the side, and when she heard the next concubine to be conferred, she was a little distracted, the higher the harem, the higher the status, the more quotas, there are already a lot of high-ranking women, I don't know how many people will be in the future How many people will come to power after falling off the horse.

After the canonization ceremony, the queen took all the concubines to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers. The flower branches in the imperial garden were already covered with exquisite cut flowers, which made people look as if the branches were blooming like real flowers.

The queen took the colorful note from the court lady, tied it with a piece of red string, and hung it on the flower branch with her own hands, seeming to say with emotion: "As far as I can remember, every time Huachao Bengong will hang a colorful note on the flower branch, Now that so many years have passed, the flowers and trees are still beautiful, but this palace has lost its color day by day." After speaking, he glanced at the concubines behind him, "You all should hang one too."

Concubine Shu took the things handed by the maid, and said with a smile: "If the Empress loses her color, wouldn't we have lost her color a long time ago?" With white fingers like onion roots, she tied the red string into a beautiful knot. The note was hung on the flower branch.

Zhuang Luoyan felt that the queen's words really implied that they would lose their colors one day, but women have to grow old one day, and the servants of Israel are doomed to fade in love in the end. She wants to spend the rest of her life well. To live a comfortable life, you need to spend more time thinking about it.

Knotting the red rope randomly, Zhuang Luoyan took the handkerchief Tingzhu handed over and wiped his hands, then admired these lifelike paper-cut flowers.

I have to say that the talents of the ancients are amazing, and she has never seen such a beautiful paper-cut in her previous life.

"Today is the Flower Dynasty. I will take all the sisters to worship the God of Flowers later in the palace. Concubine Shu will offer an extra stick of incense," the queen said slowly, "It's due to sincerity, gold and stone are blooming, and concubine Shu doesn't want it." Waste today's good opportunity."

"The queen cares so much about the concubine, it really flatters the concubine, if not the concubine would also offer an extra stick of incense for the empress." Concubine Shu answered with a smile.

"My palace is different from Concubine Shu. It is better for Concubine Shu to ask for herself." The queen smiled and looked at a tuft of green grass, with indescribable elegance in her demeanor.

The corners of Zhuang Luorou's mouth twitched. She didn't understand what the queen meant at first, and it took her a long time to figure it out.

In the tough thinking of the ancients, the Flower Dynasty is also the festival of the Flower God, and flowers are the genitals, so the Flower God can bless fertility, and married women can give birth to children by kneeling down to the Flower God. The queen's words made it clear that she was really mocking Concubine Shu as a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

She glanced sympathetically at Concubine Shu's stiff smiling face, a beauty is a beauty, a smile so stiff is still so beautiful.

"The emperor is here."

Hearing the announcement, Zhuang Luoyan knelt down with the crowd, saying that the emperor would not let go of the opportunity to enjoy flowers and beauties today.

Feng Jin cried out, looked at the concubines and said: "Today is a good day to enjoy flowers, I have asked someone to pick out flowers, you can choose the hairpin that you like flowers."

Several maids came up with a few plates of flowers, Zhuang Luoyan could see that there were flowers of various colors in the plate, but none of them were real, but made of paper of various colors, if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see the slightest falsehood.

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

Zhuang Luoyan chose a pink lily at random, and just as she was wearing it to her temples, she heard a voice behind her.

"Zhaoxian's appearance is really elegant and elegant, and the choice of pink lily is really suitable."

Zhuang Luoyan turned her head, and the speaker hadn't seen Zhuang Jieyu for a long time.