Self-cultivation of the noble concubine who eats melons

Chapter 370: Gifts

Mu Qing came back very quickly, said in a low voice: "Master, the emperor is in Yaohua Palace right now."

An Shutong was not surprised, nodded lightly and said: "Then today cannot pass."

"Master..." Mu Qing didn't quite understand what master meant, wouldn't it be a good time for the emperor to go over to pay his respects at the Yaohua Palace?

An Shutong waved his hand, "You don't understand."

Mu Qing really didn't understand, but she also felt that it was too much for Concubine Ming to dominate the emperor by herself. With so many people in the harem, it's hard for others to guard the empty boudoir alone.

An Shutong took out the needlework she had been making earlier, it was a coat for children, with fine stitches, and the embroidered tiger head was lifelike.

Mu Qing watched her master start sewing again, and felt even more distressed. This little tiger head coat is difficult to embroider, especially since there are dozens of tiger heads on the front, back, and back, it takes a lot of time to embroider.

Mu Qing backed out quietly, standing under the eaves in a daze.

Yingxue came over and looked at her, seeing her like this, she asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Mu Qing said dejectedly: "Master is embroidering clothes again, I just think it's useless to embroider."

Seeing Mu Qing like this, Yingxue paused when she was walking towards the hall, dragged her to the small tea room, closed the door and said in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't say such things in the future."

"Isn't what I'm telling the truth? I'm afraid that even if the master really sends it to the eldest prince, the concubine Ming might not like it. Even if she likes it, she might not necessarily help the master." The more Mu Qing said, the more frustrated she became.

Yingxue frowned, "Master embroidered clothes for the eldest prince, it's just to show his heart, don't think too much about it."

Mu Qing frowned, "Why am I thinking wildly, it's obviously..."

"Shut up, don't cause trouble for the master." Yingxue said hurriedly, she knew what Mu Qing meant, but so what, the concubine Ming gave birth to the eldest prince, and now the emperor only has concubine Ming in his eyes. ...Because of the Empress Dowager, I am afraid that the emperor may have some opinions on his own master, and there is nothing to do about it.

Mu Qing became even more frustrated, "Yingxue, do you really think there's nothing I can do?"

Yingxue shook her head, "Who would know? You and I should do our part well, and don't cause trouble for the master. The concubine Ming is not a soft-hearted person. If we bump into her, we will be fined." It’s just a low life, I’m afraid it’s going to tire the master, don’t you remember?”

Mu Qing was taken aback by Yingxue's stern tone, and hurriedly nodded, "I know, I'm just dissatisfied with my master, and I don't dare to show it outside."

"You just remember." Yingxue pursed her lips, "Can't you understand the current situation in the palace? Master has no chance to make his mark now, so he can only wait."

Wait?
Until when?
Who knows, I'm afraid it will take until Concubine Ming falls out of favor, but how long will she have to wait?
This is even more unknown.

This one has been favored since entering the palace, and it has been three or four years now, and there is no sign of falling out of favor.

Going on like this is the most powerless.

Song Yunzhao didn't know what was going on in Huayang Palace. She watched Feng Yi and Feng Xi playing in the courtyard. Feng Xi had already spoken very neatly now, and it was not necessarily time for him to chatter.

She is not talkative, and Feng Yi is not a talkative person, somehow she gave birth to a son who is so talkative.

Now I like to listen to books, and I have to listen to a book every night before I am willing to fall asleep. For this, Feng Yi specially selected a full-time internal supervisor with a good voice and literate to read to him. This is such a luxury in the royal family. reading.

As the sky darkened, the father and father entered the door sweating. Song Yunzhao sent the nanny to take Feng Yi to take a bath. She also asked someone to prepare hot water, and Feng Yi went to the clean room without urging him.

Come back after the father and son have finished washing, and the dinner is also served. I don’t have much appetite in summer, and I eat very lightly. There is a dish of vegetarian soup balls that I like to eat very much recently. I have to eat a few balls every time, and then Be sure to drink another half bowl of soup.

Shrimp is added to the meatballs, which makes them delicious and delicious. Yun Zhao also likes them.

Feng Yi saw that their mothers were eating deliciously, so he also ate a small bowl.

After dinner, Feng Xi grabbed Yun Zhao's hand and sat down on the big couch, and the two of them started playing the game of idioms solitaire again. Song Yunzhao felt that the idioms she had learned in her life had made her highlight moment at this time.

Feng Xi is illiterate, but he has a good memory. He can memorize the words that Yun Zhao has memorized for him once or twice. Push it out on top.

Feng Yi is very happy to play this kind of game with his son. He thinks that Yun Zhao's method of learning is good. He can play and memorize, and the child will not hate reading.

Song Yunzhao kept smiling, she couldn't say that she just wanted to find something for this kid to do, so don't smear her all day long.

The two father and son played the game for half an hour, and Feng Xi became a little sleepy. There was no nap at noon today, so Feng Yi picked up his son and sent him to the side hall. Nanny Qi took the eldest prince and bowed down to leave.

When Feng Yi came back again, he saw Yun Zhao doing needlework. He walked over and sat beside her, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Socks." Song Yunzhao replied.

Feng Yi looked at the size, stretched out his palms for comparison, and then said, "For me?"

Oh, that's strange, it's the first time she made socks for him.

Song Yunzhao nodded, "Yes, I made a few pairs for Feng Zi before, and I think I can practice my skills well."

Ancient socks are easy to make, not as many patterns as in later generations, and the fabric is very elastic.Now just cut out a sock shape and add a bottom, and then close the mouth.

Yun Zhao's embroidery skills are not very good, but he can still see it. What he embroiders for his son is a simplified version of various small animals.

Now that she is making it for Feng Yi, she puts a little more effort into it. Don't worry about the body of the socks. The emperor's socks are all disposable. It's not worth the time and needlework she spends. She just embroiders a circle of thumbs on the top of the socks. The wide small patterns look plain and elegant.

Feng Yi watched her embroider the pattern stitch by stitch, and said softly: "You don't need to spend this effort, your neck should be sore after you keep your head down for a long time, and the Department of Clothes Bureau will do this."

"That's what they did. It's all on my mind." Song Yunzhao smiled, "Besides, I don't do it every day. It's impossible for me to make socks for you all day long."

Feng Yi also laughed, "So I'm still in the honor of my son."

"That's not true. I haven't made these things for many years. Let him practice first."

Feng Yile took a book and sat aside to read, and accompanied Yun Zhao to work.

The room gradually became quiet. Yun Zhao finished the opening of a sock, took it up and looked at it under the lamp, nodded very satisfied, it was okay.

Feng Yi raised his head to look at her, just in time to catch her little complacent expression in his eyes.

Song Yunzhao didn't mean to be shy at all, she really did it stitch by stitch.

It's not easy being an embroidery lady.

The other one hasn't been finished yet, Yun Zhao doesn't plan to stay up late tonight, and is putting away his things, when he heard Feng Yi say: "I'll take you out of the palace tomorrow, do you want to go?"

(End of this chapter)