The imperial concubine is favored by the Six Palaces again

Chapter 137
Outside, many young eunuchs were hanging lanterns under the eaves, and they themselves placed lanterns on both sides of the palace road.

Jiang Yuming took a look and went back to sleep.

When Jiang Yuming woke up the next morning, many lanterns and lights had been hung outside, even under the porch.

When passing by the imperial garden, even smaller lanterns were hung on the branches.

Those lanterns are also exquisite, they are made in the style of palace lanterns, covered with a layer of red silk with various flowers painted on them.

Gold powder was also mixed with the golden paint used to draw flowers on it.

However, these lights can be used this year and put away next year, so it won't look extravagant and wasteful.

I still have to go to the theater in the afternoon, this unwritten rule was handed down from nowhere, after all, in the few days before the Chinese New Year, the concubines would go to Changyin Pavilion to listen to the theater.

Jiang Yuming specially passed by earlier today, and waited inside for a long time before Concubine Liu Shu came with the Queen Mother.

Concubine Shen De sat on her seat with an unhappy face.

As I said before, Concubine Liu Shu has a temper recently, looking at Concubine Shen De's stinky face, Concubine Liu Shu is not in a good mood.

"Hey, it's rare that Concubine De came so early today." As soon as Concubine Liu Shu sat down, she stabbed at Concubine Shen De.

"It's my sister who came late." Concubine Shen De replied casually.

"Late? I came here with the empress dowager. Concubine De is saying that the empress dowager is late?" Concubine Liu Shu put Tang Pozi in her hand and sneered.

"The concubine didn't dare, it was the concubine who made a slip of the tongue."

Concubine Shen De also realized that what she said was not quite right, she hurriedly stood up and saluted.

The Empress Dowager still didn't hear what was going on behind her, and only listened to the drama on stage.

Jiang Yuming is still interested now, flipping through the scriptures and ordering a few plays that he has never heard of.

It was early today, and it was still dark when Jiang Yuming returned.

Tomorrow will be Xiaonian. In the morning there will be a family banquet to enjoy ice play, in the afternoon there will be an opera listening, and in the evening there will be a small banquet at Zhang Huatai.

Jiang Yuming lay paralyzed on the bed, thinking about tomorrow's itinerary, and didn't want to move much.

Jiang Yuming didn't quite understand why Shang Bingxi had to be there in the morning, and they had to get up at Yinshi to make up.

Yin time is equivalent to six o'clock in modern times. Thinking of this, Jiang Yuming has a headache.

But in order to get up early tomorrow morning, Jiang Yuming resigned himself to going to bed early.

The sky in Yinshi was still a little foggy, but today can be considered a good weather, at least there was no snow or wind.

But it was also cold, and Jiang Yuming was a little dazed as he sat on the sedan chair with Tang Pozi in his arms.

Usually at this time, she hasn't gotten up yet.

Now that the position in the middle palace is vacant, they don't have to get up early to greet them. If they become queens one day, they will have to get up early every day.

In fact, it's not an early wake-up call. Greetings at Maoshi, which is about seven o'clock in the morning, but the concubines usually have to wait outside the hall a quarter of an hour earlier to show their respect for the queen.

In addition to washing and dressing and the journey when they come, the concubines usually get up at Maoshi.

If it was closer to Fengyi Palace, it would be possible to steal a quarter of an hour or two of laziness.

The place to enjoy the ice play is on the edge of the artificial lake in the Imperial Garden. The artificial lake in the Imperial Garden is now covered with a thick layer of ice. A little eunuch has already inquired about it. The thickness of the ice layer is enough for people to play on it. Not a problem.

Jiang Yuming found his own seat and sat down. The imperial garden was very windy, so the masters were afraid that they would be cold, so a shed was built with silk cloth, mainly for wind protection.

(End of this chapter)