The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

Before dawn, the gates of various prefectures in the capital city have been opened one after another. Civil servants ride sedan chairs, military officials ride horses, and the streets of the capital gradually become lively. The adults gradually gather outside the gate of the palace, and gradually line up to wait to enter the palace.

Song Nanzhen disliked dogs, so he got down from the sedan chair and walked to the front of the crowd. The military officer had no friendship with him, but the civilian officer hated him so much now, he turned his head away when he saw him snort coldly, assuming a disdainful attitude.

Song Nanzhen smiled, scolding his mother in his heart, thinking that he couldn't take off the pot on his head.

When the time comes, the gate of the palace opens.

Civil servants and military generals enter the hall on the left and right.

Song Nanzhen has never been qualified to go to the court, and now he can stand under the left and right sides, and his official position has risen to the sky like a monkey jumping into the sky. He knows that his foundation is not stable, so he is very cautious in doing things, and thinks twice every step he takes , Every time you do something, you must stand up to scrutiny.

Meng Jiuchang stood on the imperial steps, the sound of saluting the moon stopped, and he shouted loudly to announce the beginning of the event.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on Song Nanzhen. Song Nanzhen stood there motionless against the gazes of countless people. Standing here really had a pot on his head and thorns on his feet. It was really difficult for him.

He didn't dare to show the slightest timidity on his face, as long as he was a little bit slack, those who hated him to the bone would swarm up and devour him.

Autumn is about to enter, whether it is the Ministry of Households or the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Justice, it will enter the busiest season.

Cases from all over the country have to be sent to the capital for review. There are so many people who are interrogated and killed, the two yamen hardly touch the ground, and the dark circles under their eyes are welded to their faces and they never rest.

Not to mention the Ministry of Finance, it is not enough to describe the situation in front of it.

Among the six ministries, the only one who is relatively free is the official ministries, and the assessment of the official ministries will not be until next year, so Lu Shiqi can be regarded as the only person who is friendly to Song Nanzhen in the six ministries.

Song Nanzhen pinched his memorial, his face became serious, there was a tough battle to be fought today.

The household department has already had a bloodbath because of Cao Dingwen, and now it is going to be done again for taxation. It is really going to be shaved.

The bloody storm in the court gradually spread into the harem, Song Yunzhao stayed behind closed doors, her father was in the limelight now, her daughter had to be as low-key as possible, and as the months got older, she became more careful and closed the door It's a bit boring to go out, but it's safe.

The affairs of the household department have not yet come to an end, and the beauties from southern Xinjiang have arrived in Beijing.

Song Yunzhao was arranging flowers when she got the news. This is her new way to pass the time. Sometimes she doesn’t want to read the book after reading too much. The imperial garden in autumn is full of flowers, which is a good time for flower arrangement.

Anshun stood in the hall with his head down, feeling a little apprehensive.

Song Yunzhao was still a little worried before, but now that she really came here, she didn't worry anymore. She put the last flower in the bottle and said with a smile: "It is said that there are beauties in southern Xinjiang, but I want to open my eyes. How beautiful."

"Master..." Xiangxue said worriedly, how could she feel even more uneasy if the master smiled like that.

Song Yunzhao waved his hand, "What are you supposed to be busy with, and what do you do around me."

Anshun and Xiangxue looked at each other, and they had no choice but to retreat.

Song Yunzhao placed the flowers he had arranged on the window sill. Through the window, he could still see Xiangxue frowning standing under the veranda. Look at your own jokes.

The more this is the case, the more you have to be steady. If there is no movement on the emperor's side, if you mess up first, it will be a big joke.

The emperor does not move, she does not move.

When it was noon, Xiangxue came in with a smile on her face, "Master, the emperor ordered all the beauties from southern Xinjiang to go to Honglu Temple to wait for placement."

"Really?" Song Yunzhao was a little surprised.

"Yes." Xiangxue said happily, "Anshun said that even the chieftain's younger sister will go there together."

Other beauties are fine, but this one has a different weight, which is still a bit worrying.

But the emperor didn't intend to let people enter the palace directly, no matter what, it made people feel at ease.

Song Yunzhao drank half a bowl of porridge for lunch, and after taking a nap, Nanny Yu came in through the curtain, looking a little unhappy.

"Mommy, what's the matter?" Yun Zhao got up and asked Xiangxue to change her clothes, looking up at Nanny Yu.

Madam Yu said with a solemn face: "The Empress Dowager asked someone to take the younger sister of the chieftain of Nanjiang into the palace, and there will be a banquet tonight. People from the Shouci Palace have come to pass the message, and the master is invited to the dinner."

Song Yunzhao thought that the Queen Mother would definitely take the opportunity to disgust her, but he didn't expect the action to be quick.

What are you looking at?

What catches your eyes.

Song Yunzhao sneered, "When it's almost time for the dinner party, Mammy will call back and say that I'm not feeling well, so the dinner party won't disturb the Queen Mother's elegance."

Nanny Yu hesitated and said, "Master, are you really not going?"

"No." Song Yunzhao packed up and walked out, "It's just a chieftain's younger sister, the empress dowager is really willing to lose face."

The queen mother's face is worthless, but her face is worth a lot.

If you really want to hold a banquet, you have to wait until she can be canonized into the palace.

The Empress Dowager carried the sedan chair for her, and she would not sacrifice her face to join her.

As long as she doesn't have a baby now, she has to stir up this matter.

While talking, Wang Zhaorong came.

Song Yunzhao was taken aback for a moment before he said, "Please come in."

Wang Zhaorong's face was not very good-looking, and when he came in and saw Song Yunzhao's ruddy complexion and full of energy, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Wang Zhaorong, sit down." Song Yunzhao greeted with a smile, "Your face is as dark as the bottom of a pot, who recruited you? Who recruited you, go to whoever, don't come here to spread fire."

Wang Zhaorong: ...

She was about to speak back, when Xiangxue hurried in again, "Master, Concubine Shu has arrived."

Song Yunzhao: ...

Wang Zhaorong was also taken aback. If she had known that Concubine Shu was coming, she would not have come.

The two are enemies, she is just Zhaorong now, if Concubine Shu wants to find fault with her, she can only hold her nose and bear it.

Song Yunzhao greeted Wang Zhaorong at the door with Wang Zhaorong's intentions. Concubine Shu was full of posture wherever she went, and a string of palace people followed behind. She came in with a bad face. When she saw Song Yunzhao, she asked directly: "Would you like to go to the dinner?" go?"

After she finished asking, she glanced away, and then saw that there was an acquaintance behind Song Yunzhao. She was slightly taken aback, and then said in a strange way: "Hey, isn't this Wang Zhaorong? Long time no see, he looks good."

Wang Zhaorong: ...

I didn't read the almanac when I went out!

"My concubine has met Concubine Shu." Wang Zhaorong bowed her knees and saluted. She could bend and stretch, and it was not shameful to salute with a low status.

Song Yunzhao and Wang Zhaorong are also playing cards at any rate now, so it's not good for her to be slapped in the face on his own territory, so he said with a smile: "The concubine is just a little unwell, so why don't you come to visit me?"

Concubine Shu:?

You blushed and told me you were unwell?

After thinking about it, his face changed slightly, this Song Yunzhao wanted her to lead the battle again!