Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 87

Changxin Palace has a high platform.Zhao Xiwei walked steadily up the white jade steps.

As one of the three most important palaces in the Great Wei Dynasty, here lived the Queen Mother who was assisting the government.

Different from the solemnity of the government offices outside Chengtianmen, there was a murderous aura that penetrated into the bone marrow, making every pore in the body tense unconsciously.

Zhao Xiwei stood quietly at the door of the temple, waiting for the call.

The cold wind pierced through the roof carved with cockroaches, and the ling duo at the corner of the eaves suddenly made a sound, rapid and strange, like a sigh from the depths of hell.

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

In such a murderous atmosphere, Zhao Xiwei's expression was calm and calm.

The queen mother called her to come, but she did not announce her entry into the temple, only let her stand in the wind like this.

However, there was no trace of fear in her heart.

If the queen mother made up her mind to let her die, it would be useless for her to run away or cry.

Since they have come, why not face the crisis head-on?
"kneel--"

Suddenly there was a high-pitched voice from the waiter.

Zhao Xiwei didn't hesitate at all, he folded up his sleeves and folded his hands, and knelt down straightly.

"Kneel again—"

"Kneel again—"

The kneeling ceremony was over, but the sound of "get up" was not heard for a long time.

Zhao Xiwei placed his palm on the ground, the white jade brick was cold and hard, and the cold wave spread from his fingertips along his skin to his whole body little by little.

The shoulders need to be kept straight and the back needs to be tensed when kneeling for a big ceremony. Once this posture is too long, the muscles will start to tremble due to fatigue.

Zhao Xiwei is no exception.

Even though she has a tough heart and a calm mind, she is still only a 16-year-old girl, and she is no match for the fragility of her body.

The cold wind became stronger, pouring in from the sleeves and neckline, making the already painful limbs even more difficult to bear.

The wind suddenly stopped and the sky light disappeared.

Zhao Xiwei felt that his body had turned into a cloud, and then turned into a mass of cotton wool, fluttering and ignorant.

Perhaps the willpower is too tenacious, but the brain is unusually sober at this time.

She can't fall.

If she fainted just like that, and was charged with a great disrespect, she would truly become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Zhao Xiwei pressed the palm of his hand on the white jade floor tile, condensing the remaining strength of his body on his knee, trying to use the pain to maintain his body's awareness.

Just when she felt like she was about to run out of oil, the door of the palace suddenly opened wide, and a pair of small servants went in carrying something.

Immediately afterwards, two palace maids walked slowly with the utensils in their hands.

Until dozens of people entered, there was a melodious sound of ringing and tinkling behind him.

Zhao Xiwei tried his best to perk up his ears to distinguish the identity of the person who came.

Palace maids can't wear so much jewelry, they must be nobles in the palace.

With so many servants accompanying, they must not be ordinary concubines.

Since there are concubines here, does that mean that the banquet is about to start?Does that also mean that the queen mother wants to get herself up?

As he was thinking about it, the noble man was standing in front of him.

Her steps were extremely light, and she landed on the ground without a sound.

Zhao Xi knelt on the ground slightly, unable to see her full face, only a section of the red skirt of Begonia, the peony flowers embroidered with gold thread, like the scorching sun on the horizon, with golden ripples.

A condescending gaze fell, and a hard sentence was spit out: "Yo, this is Concubine Zhao Shu's niece? Why are you kneeling here?"

Hearing the three words "Concubine Zhao Shu", Zhao Xiwei's heart skipped a beat.

In this palace, who is qualified to speak like this at the gate of Changxin Palace, who else can be except Pei Guifei.

Therefore, she crouched on the ground, trying her best to keep her voice so calm that she could not hear weakness: "The servant Zhao Xiwei, please see the noble concubine."

"Ok?"

The voice above was obviously a little surprised, "It doesn't seem to be an idiot, and he can actually guess the identity of Ben Gong."

After speaking, Concubine Pei smiled and said in a lazy voice, "Look up and let this palace take a look."

Hearing this, Zhao Xiwei felt relieved, no matter what Concubine Pei Gui's idea was, the aching body had a chance to stretch.

She raised her head, but instead of looking directly at Concubine Pei, she deliberately looked at the tip of her nose.There are many rules in the palace, and she doesn't understand the characters of these concubines, so she doesn't want to add another layer of crisis to herself.

Therefore, she didn't see the flash of strange color in Concubine Pei Gui's eyes.

"What a beauty, Ben Gong is a pity and cherishes jade, and is most reluctant to bear the burden of beauty." Concubine Pei smiled, and then glanced at the palace maid behind her.

The palace maid understood and took a step forward to help Zhao Xiwei get up.

Zhao Xiwei hurriedly avoided it carefully: "Thank you for the noble concubine's love and greetings to the empress dowager. It is the duty of the minister and the will of the minister, and I don't feel guilty."

One of her words was to tell the imperial concubine that it was not that she did not remember, but that the queen mother did not dare to rise without an order.

The second is to tell the queen mother in the hall that she has no complaints because of the punishment for kneeling.

The palace is full of dangers, and every word and every action may lose his head.

The imperial concubine "suffered" one by one, and hinted that the palace maid would help her get up. If she really climbed along the pole and appeared in front of the queen mother in a while, it would become "slandering the queen mother in front of the noble concubine", and added a layer of "no Who can say for sure what the consequences will be if you get up rashly with the permission of the Queen Mother?

At this time, the queen mother's voice came from the palace: "Get up."

Only then did Zhao Xiwei respectfully bow again: "The minister and daughter thank the Queen Mother for her grace."

The palace maid immediately stepped forward and supported Zhao Xiwei considerately: "Miss Zhao, be careful."

"Thank you very much, noble sister." Zhao Xi smiled gratefully at the palace maid, and stood up straight with her strength.

The palace maid returned a kind smile.

Finally passed the first level.

Zhao Xiwei had a feeling of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

How many difficulties are waiting for you next?
Thinking of this question, she tensed up again.

After entering the main hall, I asked An again. This time, the Queen Mother didn't embarrass her any more, she just said, "Sit down."

A palace maid offered tea, and Zhao Xi thanked him slightly.

To be on the safe side, she didn't raise her eyes from beginning to end, but she carefully paid attention to the situation around her.

Judging from the fabric and pattern of the dress, the people sitting on the opposite seats are all harem concubines.

"This peony from the imperial concubine is blooming really well." A crisp voice sounded, "It's more beautiful than some of our flowers."

"Concubine Xian didn't know, but the concubine specially had someone transport it from Luoyang, and the conservatory in the palace was carefully raised for almost three months before these nineteen flowers bloomed, in order to catch up with this time. Where's the banquet?" A soft voice responded.

Concubine Xian seemed very happy: "Really, that's really good, I heard that this girl Zhao has a superb tea skill, she said that the tea made from flowers is fragrant and beautiful, even Lian Hong Lord Qiao of Lu Temple is full of praise after drinking it, I wonder if this peony can make tea?"

Saying "poof" and smiling: "Miss Zhao, why don't you take a few peonies and make a pot of tea to open our eyes?"

The delicate voice hurriedly dissuaded: "No, this is the favorite thing of the imperial concubine! How can you use it to make tea!"

(End of this chapter)