The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

At this time, Feng Yi arrived at the border town. After settling down, he didn't bother to write a letter to Yun Zhao and led his men on horseback to circle the city.

The weather was bad, the wind was howling, and the yellow sand was blown up by the wind. The sight was blurry and visibility was extremely low.

Broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, which shows how fierce the fierce battle between the two armies was.

The people in the villages outside the city have moved into the city, and the houses left behind have either been burned down or looted. Feng Yi's face turned green with anger. The scene was very different from when he patrolled the border.

It was already dark when Feng Yi returned to the city. He returned to the inn where he had stayed and immediately ordered that from tomorrow onwards, all the people in the villages would be brought back to the city. Not a grain of food or a straw would be left to Beiming.

If the sentries were to keep an eye on the movements of the Beiming Cavalry, they would definitely be disappointed if they came to rob them but could not get anything. Taking advantage of their fatigue, they sent troops to make a surprise attack.

In the past, Dachu was always on guard against Beiming's sneak attack, but this time, Beiming was allowed to have a taste of it.

"Your Majesty is brilliant!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Feng Yi and the generals discussed the dispatch of troops all night long. Meng Jiuchang was waiting aside, remembering the imperial concubine's advice, and hesitated whether to go forward and ask His Majesty to rest early.

In the end, Meng Jiuchang didn't dare to speak. He only waited for everyone to disperse before he said softly: "If the imperial concubine knew that your majesty could not rest after arriving, and held discussions all night until dawn, she would definitely blame the servants."

Feng Yi glanced at Meng Jiuchang after hearing this, "Now you listen to the imperial concubine."

Meng Jiuchang's heart trembled, and he thought about it and said: "The noble concubine is worried about your majesty's health, and the health of your majesty's body is also the most important thing to me."

Feng Yi still didn't know Meng Jiuchang's little thoughts, smiled and said: "You should go and have a rest too."

Meng Jiuchang waited for His Majesty to go to bed, then quietly left, and just slept in the next room for a while, not daring to sleep too deeply.

At this time, Ling Yunhe had quietly left the capital, leading a food transport team to walk slowly on the mountain road. The grain truck is loaded with Baozhuanglou's goods. Let's go south to see how much we can harvest.

Since the purchase of medicinal materials has been mixed up by the two of them, the capital is still in chaos, so it is a good thing to avoid it at this time.

He really didn't have much confidence in whether the grain harvesting could be done, and it couldn't be done in a big way, it had to be done quietly, like a thief.

The matter was of great importance, and it was not peaceful now. Ling Yunhe specially spent a lot of money to hire people from the escort agency to accompany him. Every time he passed through a city, he would scold Xie Jinshu a few times to feel better.

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At this time, Mrs. Gu'enhou was also invited into the palace to accompany the Queen Mother, but Mrs. Gu'enhou did not come alone, and she also brought a concubine with her.

The concubine Yun Zhao was missing. On the day when Mrs. Gu Enhou entered the palace, she did not go to Shouci Palace.

Ever since she suspected that the Queen Mother had other agendas, she avoided Shouci Palace and could only work hard for Concubine Shu and Concubine Zhuang.

The two of them were now of the same mind as Yun Zhao. Knowing the grievances between her and the Queen Mother, they took over with all their strength. They only said that the second prince had not seen His Majesty for a long time and was crying every day. Yun Zhao could only accompany him to comfort him.

Regardless of whether the Queen Mother believed it or not, Yun Zhao planned to do this anyway.

If you can't afford to offend her, why can't you hide from her?

If Feng Yi was in Beijing, she really wouldn't be afraid.

But the emperor is not here, and the queen mother is the biggest. If she, a noble concubine, takes on the queen mother, the courtiers will probably side with the queen mother.

Song Yunzhao never fought an uncertain battle.

At this time, Lu Zhixue was talking to Yun Zhao about the concubine in the Gu'enhou Mansion.

"Oh my god, you haven't seen it. I thought An Shutong's appearance was pretty good, but I didn't expect that An Ling was even better than her. She was so watery and her eyes looked like they could talk. I'm a woman. I can’t even take my eyes away.”

Lu Zhixue patted her chest as she spoke, "There are many beauties in our palace. Not to mention you, the noble concubine, even Qin Guiren in my palace is also a first-rate beauty. But compared to An Ling, she lacks a little aura. .”

Song Yunzhao was unhappy, saying who lacked spiritual energy?

What did she rely on to keep the emperor by her side when she entered the palace?

That is to say, now that she is a concubine and is in charge of palace affairs, she should pay more attention to her image. Otherwise, what else can she do to others?

Huh?

Song Yunzhao felt something was wrong. She was really being led into a ditch by Lu Zhixue because she was comparing herself to others.

"I'm not relying on just a face." Song Yunzhao said quietly to Lu Zhixue.

Lu Zhixue chuckled, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Song Yunzhao:......

Lu Zhixue looked at Yun Zhao who was speechless after being retorted by her, and raised her eyebrows proudly, "When you ran for election, at which point I knew I had no chance."

"Since you had a premonition, you still went against me?" Song Yunzhao stabbed her and defeated her.

Lu Zhixue gritted her teeth angrily, "A premonition is a premonition. What if the premonition fails? I know how to give it a try. Although the result is the same, I am convinced, okay?"

Song Yunzhaole said, "Okay, why not? Come, I will pour you tea myself."

Lu Zhixue took a sip with satisfaction, and then said quietly: "You said that the emperor is not in the palace, so what is Mrs. Gu Enhou doing with such a beautiful concubine? Who is showing this face?"

Yes, who should I show it to?

Song Yunzhao was also thinking about it. He couldn't figure it out for a while. He looked at Lu Zhixue and said slowly: "You have a habit of talking faster than your brain. I think if you go to Shouci Palace, you must follow Feng Yunjin."

Lu Zhixue rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm still the fool I was before?"

"I see how clever he is now." Song Yunzhao added another blow.

Lu Zhixue was anxious, "I came to tell you the news with good intentions, but you are laughing at me to see if I will come back next time."

"Four are short of one, can you not come?"

"……bring it on."

Lu Zhixue sighed and was pinched seven inches. Playing cards is her happiest thing now.

Song Yunzhao especially likes talking to Lu Zhixue now and is in a good mood.

"Besides those eyes, what else do you think about her that is more beautiful than me?"

"Don't make false accusations. When did I say her eyes are more beautiful than yours? In my heart, how can she compare with you?"

Can An Ling give her a promotion?

Can you help her make money?

Can she be allowed to pretend to be powerful?

Can she be allowed to walk sideways in this palace?

Song Yunzhao covered her heart and looked, these are all her beauties!

Lu Zhixue:......

I feel like I can’t explain it clearly.

"However, her waist is also very thin, and she has an indescribable feeling when she walks." Lu Zhixue said hesitantly. She remembered clearly that when she first ran for the election, her waist was also very thin, but she couldn't. Like An Ling.

Thinking of this, she looked at Song Yunzhao again and suddenly said, "At first, your waist was the best among us, but I saw that An Ling is even two points thinner than you."

Song Yunzhao looked thoughtful when he heard this. Is it even thinner than her waist?

She subconsciously looked at her current waistline. After giving birth to Feng Yun, she deliberately lost weight. However, no matter how much she lost weight, there was still a difference between those who had given birth and those of young girls.

When Lu Zhixue said this, she felt even stranger.

The second update is complete, hey, my little cuties.