Self-cultivation of the noble concubine who eats melons

Baihuaxuan.

An Shutong is arranging flowers. There are not many other things in the palace, but there will definitely be no shortage of flowers. She has no entertainment now, so she can only find something to do for herself.

Because she was the niece of the Queen Mother, the other concubines in the harem seemed to get along well with her, but no one would really be friends with her.

She is a friendless person.

When I first entered the palace, I didn't care. The emperor's concubines were all in a competitive relationship, who could really be friends with whom.

But now seeing the harmonious relationship between the three concubines and Feng Guibin getting along well, she slowly felt envious.

This kind of envy was not obvious at first. She just felt that their good relationship was just an illusion to confuse the imperial concubine.

But over the past few years, she truly felt that their friendship was real.

It's really surprising that there is such friendship in a place like the palace.

From disdain to envy, it only takes a few years.

What she once disdained is now something she can only hope for.

It's ridiculous.

Laughing at herself for not overestimating her abilities.

Mu Qing lifted the curtain and came in. There was an ice bowl on the tray, with finely crushed ice spread underneath and dotted with various fresh fruits and preserved fruits. It made people feel comfortable just looking at it in this summer.

"Master." Mu Qing placed the ice bowl on the small table, then stepped forward to serve the master to clean his hands.

After the master sat down and ate the ice bowl, she said again: "Zhao Cainu went to Yixin Palace in front of her again. I saw that one of the palace servants beside her stayed behind, and the other one followed, as well as the chamberlain beside her. I don’t know where he went.”

An Shutong nodded slightly, "The Queen Mother wants to talk to her?"

"I didn't see Grandma Yu coming over to invite someone," Mu Qing said.

That's what Zhao Ling'e herself went through.

"Tomorrow is the palace banquet. You should all be careful not to get together with Zhao Cainu's people. Pay more attention. If anything goes wrong, get back to me immediately." An Shutong warned.

"Yes." Mu Qing agreed, and then added: "I heard that the Queen Mother wanted to hold the palace banquet on the lake, but the imperial concubine did not agree, and she is still angry now."

An Shutong sneered, "I guess it was Zhao Cainu's idea. It's really dare to do it on the lake. How many of us are good at water, and we haven't prepared in advance. Who will take care of it if something happens?"

Not to mention the imperial concubine, even she would not agree.

"No, this servant just feels strange. Why does Zhao Cainu still give advice to the Queen Mother, knowing that the Queen Mother may not agree? Isn't this just for nothing to make the Queen Mother unhappy?"

"Who knows, our Zhao Cainu is a thoughtful person, and most people can't compare to her." An Shutong looked at Mu Qing with a sarcastic look on her face, and said, "Go and see if there is any movement outside."

After Mu Qing left, An Shutong's ice bowl couldn't be eaten after a few bites, so she placed it casually on the table. She took a breath, stood up and continued pruning the flower branches, allowing herself to calm down slowly.

As a smart person like the imperial concubine, she must have guessed that someone was giving advice to the Queen Mother.

However, the relationship between himself and the Queen Mother has been weak for more than half a year, so he would never doubt himself.

However, the Zhao family is still determined to be evil, and Zhao Ling'e is not willing to be defeated like this. She definitely wants to make a comeback.

Then she would just watch how Zhao Ling'e committed suicide.

The hand holding the copper scissors lost strength, and the flower branch she held in the other hand was thrown on the table, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

She didn't want to spend the rest of her life restricted like this, she wanted to have a companion.

Being alone is so lonely.The harem is deep and the years are long.

Year after year, month after month, day after day.

When will it be the end?

An Shutong opened the door and walked out. The layout of Baihuaxuan is different from that of the palace. There is no main hall or side halls. The house she and Zhao Ling'e live in has three rooms in the east and one in the west, with a flower wall in the middle. From here Looking over, you can vaguely see the opposite side.

She walked down the steps and walked along the corridor in the courtyard, and saw a little palace maid in light green palace clothes coming in carrying a small flower basket. She waved to her through the flower wall.

The little palace maid was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly came over and knelt down to salute, "I have seen Master An."

"Are you picking flowers? What's the use of picking so many flowers?" An Shutong looked at the little palace maid and asked with a smile.

The little palace maid was a little nervous. She squeezed the flower basket tightly and hurriedly replied: "Sister Su Hua asked me to pick it. She said it was for the little master to take a bath at night."

An Shutong glanced at the flowers in the basket and chuckled, "These flowers are so complicated, wouldn't their fragrance be mixed together when taking a bath? What kind of fragrance would that be?"

"My servant doesn't know. Sister Su Hua asked me to pick it, so I picked it." The little maid said timidly.

"Look, I scare you. I can still eat people. You can go back with your flowers." An Shutong waved his hand.

The little palace maid hurriedly saluted and ran away with the basket.

An Shutong raised his eyes and looked at the closed room opposite. He didn't go back to his room, but sat under the shade of a tree and fanned to enjoy the coolness.

The half-person-high flower wall just covered her figure lying half on the rocking chair. I don't know how long it had passed before I heard footsteps and soft voices.

She slowly opened her eyes, and through the gap in the flower wall, she watched Zhao Ling'e, wearing a lavender palace dress, walking in with a bad look on her face, followed by her royal sketches.

Su Hua's voice came faintly.

"I've already asked you, but I didn't get the right answer. Master, for the royal concubine's palace banquet tomorrow, many palace guests will have to go to Nanxun Palace on errands tomorrow, and there won't be many people to spare."

"I just want a snack. Is it so difficult?"

dessert?

An Shutong was a little surprised when he heard this sentence.

"Yes, Yong'an Palace has not had a driver for many years, and the manpower in the dining room is already tight. I heard that the kitchen steward has asked Manager Meng for instructions on whether he can recruit more people to work as errands."

"Recruiting people at this time? Where can we recruit people?"

"This servant doesn't know."

"The banquet will be held tomorrow, but no one can be found in the dining room today? Go and ask if they can use a stove if they don't have anyone."

"Yes, I will ask you now."

Su Hua turned around and left in a hurry. Zhao Ling'e frowned and stepped up the steps into her house.

Under the flower wall, An Shutong stared at the other side in silence. Zhao Ling'e wanted to make something by herself?
This is quite strange.

I don’t know what the idea was.

The setting sun hung on the edge of the sky, and the sky gradually darkened. An Shutong still did not move on the lounge chair.

Mu Qing came back in the dusk. When she entered the house, she didn't see her master. When she came out, she found someone under the flower wall. She walked over gently, bent down and whispered softly: "Master, I heard something."