The self-disciplined princess wins

Chapter 89 Poems

It's cheap, so be it.

Fu Zhiyuan saw that Zhang Anchu's arrangements were okay, the harem was going on normally, and the concubines had things to do, so they didn't have to pester him, so he was quite satisfied.

So he let go and handed over the palace power to him, and dealt with the affairs of the previous dynasty seriously.

Gradually, it seems to have gotten used to this feeling.

Time flies, and it is Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.

In the past three years of filial piety, there has been no Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for three years.

It would be unreasonable not to hold another one this year.

If it can be done, Prince Xiaoyao will naturally appear in the family banquet.

As an imperial concubine, Zhang Anchu will also be among them.

"Then what do you think?" Fu Zhiyuan asked back.

"Bring the purse." Zhang Anchu stretched out his hand and said.

"Yes." Little Stool didn't know what he was asking this for, but it was well known and there was nothing to hide.

He should have recognized it, right?
On the one hand, she thought that Prince Xiaoyao would recognize her, and maybe she would have a chance to be herself again.

Thinking of this, Zhang Anchu felt that he was thinking too much, and Prince Xiaoyao could be called Xiaoyao.

Zhang Anchu was stunned, as far as she knew, this poem was in memory of his dead wife.

Zhang Anchu nodded lightly, stood up, and said: "Everyone, I am inconvenient, so I will go ahead, you must have fun."

The little stool obediently presented the purse, which contained not only silver, but also a poem.

However, Prince Xiaoyao's concubine is living well...

Simply ignore him and let him go.

Zhang Anchu felt that these dancers danced pretty well, but she was more confident in herself and felt that her dance was better than the dancers.

After thinking about it, could it be that Fu Zhiyuan had planned it from the beginning?

Next, dancers came up to dance.

Zhang Anchu nodded, this is also a way.

Zhang Anchu's eyes moved to the center of the dance floor, and he no longer looked at him.

Fu Zhiyuan didn't want the two to meet, he was a little irritable, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Fu Zhiyuan was choked by her words. These days, she is indeed very peaceful.

Simply not talking.

At this moment, Zhang Anchu heard movement behind him, turned around and saw that it was Prince Xiaoyao.

Zhang Anchu was already prepared, Fu Zhiyuan should be worried about her face.

Everyone was surprised and felt that it was expected. After all, the imperial concubine was favored, and it is estimated that the position of queen in the future will also belong to her.

The little stool is smart, the Prince Xiaoyao was not satisfied at the banquet today, he also heard it, and replied: "The slave naturally thinks it is very good, but, the prince sees too many outstanding dancers, so he must look down on them." of."

Fu Zhiyuan also knew about it. Hearing what Yurou said, he said, "Go back first."

The little stool held the purse, and felt that he had to go back and report to Zhang Anchu, how to deal with this.

"Eh... how can those dancers compare to imperial concubines..." Xiaosengzi replied.

Prince Xiaoyao thought of a possibility that the imperial concubine wanted him to know that she had read the poem.

"Get up." Fu Zhiyuan continued to hold Zhang Anchu's hand and walked to the first place while talking, and let her sit next to her.

Prince Xiaoyao remembered him and said, "What's wrong?"

The little stool offered the purse with both hands, and said: "The imperial concubine asked the servant to send this purse back."

Prince Xiaoyao went all the way back to the palace, opened the purse, and poured out all the contents.

"Please send the imperial concubine to the place near the banquet, otherwise no one will know about it." Prince Xiaoyao said.

"See the emperor, see the imperial concubine."

Prince Xiaoyao thought about it, and then asked: "What do you think of today's dancer?"

What does that even mean?

His brain is not enough, but he feels that the imperial concubine must have deep meaning.

He thought about it carefully, his heart skipped a beat, and he froze in place.

"How is the dancing skill of the imperial concubine?" Prince Xiaoyao asked like he was talking drunk.

However, there was nothing but silver. He didn't believe in evil, and turned the purse over, and there was indeed nothing left.

However, he did show his intentions.

"Where is the concubine restless?" Zhang Anchu raised an eyebrow and asked back.

If it seems that the moon is finally bright and clean, the ice and snow will be hot.

The little stool was stunned for a moment, and said, "Don't you know, my lord?"

After arriving at Wangyou Palace and taking off the heavy jewelry on her head, she suddenly realized that her veil had been taken off...

Fu Zhiyuan had doubts in his heart, he was also absent-minded while the banquet was going on.

"The slave is called Xiaosengzi." Xiaosengzi replied truthfully.

The matter of the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet has been handed over to Zhang Anchu, and she led the concubines Wei and Shao to handle it together, and it went smoothly.

"Yes... I went the wrong way. I drank too much wine and became dizzy..." Prince Xiaoyao was happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal it. He had to find a way to fool him. After leaving the palace, he checked carefully.

Everyone looked at the gate of the palace. Fu Zhiyuan had seen it before, but no one expected that the imperial concubine was wearing a veil today.

She must have seen the poem, that's for sure, but she didn't put it back in her purse.

Prince Xiaoyao shook off his hand and walked into the hall unsteadily.

Prince Xiaoyao, when he saw the dancers, he felt a little unhappy, drank a glass by himself, stood up again, and said, "Your Majesty, what's so good about these dancers?"

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse...

"She is weak, and I don't want to announce it until she lands safely." Fu Zhiyuan also raised his glass and said, "Come, have a drink."

Prince Xiaoyao was supported by a small stool, smelled of alcohol all over his body, and his face was still ruddy.

And this scene happened to be seen by Fu Zhiyuan, thinking, how could Zhang Anchu be so calm?
At the time when he was in the Beiping Hou Mansion, he was the one who delivered the letter from Prince Xiaoyao to her. She should know that Prince Xiaoyao admired her.

Back in Wangyou Palace, Zhang Anchu was already lying down in his underwear, with a book in his hand.

"Yes." The little stool got the order and left the palace door.

"What's your name?" Prince Xiaoyao asked.

The little stool was taken aback, thinking to himself, how did he know that the imperial concubine could dance?
"Why don't you answer?" Prince Xiaoyao asked after looking at his face.

After the banquet was over, the small stool outside the palace gate had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Prince Xiaoyao coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your servant will see Prince Xiaoyao."

"Go back and thank the imperial concubine for the king."

Prince Xiaoyao tore off the purse from his waist and said, "This is for you!"

"Yes."

"Slave can't take it." The little stool didn't want to take it. This purse was given to him when he was drunk, and he couldn't find it after he sobered up. Wouldn't he be charged with theft?

I have never heard of any woman dying in his backyard.

The little stool presented the purse, and narrated what happened just now verbatim.

"Prince Xiaoyao, did you go the wrong way?" Zhang Anchu turned around and asked suspiciously.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Zhang Anchu stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

"So, the imperial concubine can dance?" Prince Xiaoyao asked inquiringly.

Fu Zhiyuan wanted to make her favored, so he waited for her for a long time.

Prince Xiaoyao was in a trance, feeling that this voice was extremely familiar.

He was very sure that she was the beauty of Beiping Houfu!
He was in a state of confusion, the imperial concubine had entered the palace three years ago, but she had never appeared in front of people, that is, she only appeared after Zhang Anchu's accident.

"Take it, or your head will be chopped off!" Prince Xiaoyao glared at him angrily, and then he realized that he had already walked near the banquet hall.

This……

"Do you know what you don't know, what did the king just say?" Prince Xiaoyao simply pretended to be drunk, and he had already got the answer, so there was nothing to say.

Zhang Anchu turned his head and said to the little stool, "Go and send Prince Xiaoyao back to the banquet."

Afterwards, the little stool supported Prince Xiaoyao to leave, and she continued to walk back.

Prince Xiaoyao stood up, raised his wine glass, and said, "Your majesty, you have kept it a secret. The imperial concubine is pregnant, but there is no word about it."

"Imperial Concubine, the slave is back." The little stool said respectfully.

He still has no way to separate the two.

Seeing that he was so proactive, Lord Xiaoyao always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it and drank it in one gulp.

As soon as she finished speaking, all the people in the hall who were lower than Zhang Anchu were saying goodbye to her.

Back to Wangyou Palace, I saw Fu Zhiyuan standing by the window, thinking about something.

"Is the imperial concubine returning to the palace before the draft?" Prince Xiaoyao still needs to confirm his conjecture.

She was also the former prince. The prince was flirtatious, and the backyard was full of people. She had heard about it a long time ago.

Surprisingly, the imperial concubine is not yet the queen.

Suddenly, he suddenly discovered that the poems he put in his purse were gone...

Unlike his style, but there is a real happening.

Yurou and the small stool were on one side, carefully supporting them, for fear that it would be too dark to see the road clearly, and it would be bad if they accidentally fell down.

They looked at Zhang Anchu's belly, and it seemed that it was more likely that the imperial concubine would become a queen.

Fu Zhiyuan wished that she would go back quickly to avoid any unexpected events.

"Well, is there anything else?" Zhang Anchu seemed to ask casually, but in fact he cared a lot.

"En." Fu Zhiyuan responded casually, he didn't know what to do yet.

"Imperial Concubine, it's time to go back." Yurou reminded from the side that Zhang Anchu had a big belly and wanted to leave early and go back to rest so as not to be tired.

Zhang Anchu put away the note, handed the purse to the little stool, and said, "Stay at the gate of the palace, and send this purse back."

Zhang Anchu was right when he thought about it, Lord Xiaoyao heard what Yurou said, but he also wanted to get in touch with the people around her, so he could say something.

"Your Majesty, the concubine can wear a veil, as long as the concubine has acne on her face." Zhang Anchu said the answer he had planned.

He thinks it's better to be more cautious.

He looked at the back of Zhang Anchu leaving, and his height was almost the same as that of the beauty.

After thinking about it, he said, "You can't show up for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet."

And the nominal Zhang Anchu was already dead.

Prince Xiaoyao took back the purse excitedly, and she felt that there must be something in the purse, perhaps something for him.

However, the palace is airtight, how can he send a message to the people in the palace?

After Fu Zhiyuan thought about it, it was feasible.

They have long wanted to know what the imperial concubine who is quite favored in the harem looks like.

After speaking, he sat down and drank many glasses of wine in a row.

"That's how it is." Fu Zhiyuan glanced at her, these days are quiet, afraid that she will bear the burden of humiliation, so he waited for this day, and said: "You better be quiet."

Prince Xiaoyao sat on the chair, tapped his fingers on the table, thinking carefully, what does the imperial concubine mean by this.

Prince Xiaoyao looked at the crowd, sighed, and said, "That's all, it's just because I'm alone, it's not worth it."

"Your Majesty, my concubine is back." Zhang Anchu said.

Zhang Anchu met Prince Xiaoyao, the rude man in the plum garden that day.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Zhang Anchu's belly was already growing, he put on his clothes and veil, and was led into the hall by Fu Zhiyuan.

"No." When Yurou heard this, she quickly stopped her, "Imperial Concubine, there are a lot of people at the banquet, if people from Wangyou Palace send Prince Xiaoyao back, maybe there will be bad rumors."

Thinking of the scene of that day, it's better to stay far away from him, so as not to get into trouble.

It probably means that if my wife can come back, I will die and do all the stupid things willingly.

He thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.

Fu Zhiyuan kept the news of her pregnancy from spreading out of the palace.

He thought that Prince Xiaoyao knew about it.

She panicked, thinking of the plum garden that day, it was not a good memory.

Prince Xiaoyao feels that it is not an option to go on like this, he must find an opportunity to send a letter to the imperial concubine.

Fu Zhiyuan was surprised, the former Prince Xiaoyao was the favorite to watch, why do you still despise him now?

When Zhang Anchu left, Prince Xiaoyao wanted to find out, stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I'm going to make it easier for you first."

Fu Zhiyuan nodded, he drank so much wine, it's normal for him to take a break.

Zhang Anchu walked a certain distance and took off the veil. She actually doesn't like wearing a veil because it tires her ears.

How could such a person put a poem in his purse just for her?
It was unbelievable to think about it, but I also felt that this poem was indeed in his purse.

I'm also afraid that after he recognizes it, he will cause some trouble for himself.

There are many beauties around her, and they are both playful and greedy for beauty.

Fu Zhiyuan originally thought to get him drunk and send him back to the palace today, but he didn't think about it, he was going to get drunk before he even started.

Prince Xiaoyao stood in place, the candlelight of the lantern was not as bright as the sun in daytime, but he could clearly see who was in front of him.

"You go back." Prince Xiaoyao regained his composure and said as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Anchu put down the book in his hand, thinking that he recognized himself.

Only then did the little stool understand that what Prince Xiaoyao said just now was nonsense and drunk.

This road leads to the harem, he shouldn't have come here.

Fu Zhiyuan looked at her, Zhang Anchu had always been peaceful in getting along with her these days, and he felt better towards her.

Prince Xiaoyao has seen her before...

Prince Xiaoyao can only think of his mother, who has been in the palace for many years and has left some confidantes in the palace, so it should be possible.

After the banquet was over, Fu Zhiyuan returned to Wangyou Palace, at this time Zhang Anchu was already lying down.

He also drank some wine and glanced at the paved floor, feeling displeased.

"I want to sleep on the bed today." Fu Zhiyuan said while taking off his clothes.

(End of this chapter)