The big thing about being a princess

Chapter 74

In the side hall of Jingxian Palace, the maids and eunuchs from various palaces who came to present congratulatory gifts left one after another. Except for the aunt beside Concubine Rong, no one saw the newly promoted Yue Chongyuan.

Yue Chongyuan was sitting in the inner room, playing with a string of onyx beads in his hands: "The quality of this string is not worse than the string I got from the emperor last time."

A maidservant with a round face beside Yue Chongyuan, with a flattering smile, pulled out a box from the pair of gift boxes and presented it to Yue Chongyuan: "Look at this, your majesty, the quality of this chalcedony is not bad. The pendant is also excellent."

Yue Chongyuan glanced at it casually: "Who gave it to you?"

Another maidservant immediately stepped up to squeeze the round-faced maidservant away, and took away the box in her hand: "It's not that Fan Chongyi in Yuping Palace, who can't compete with the empress in front of the emperor, but keeps making small moves in private. Baba sent something here, and this little thing is not enough to leak through the fingers of the empress."

It took Fan Chongyi seven or eight years to climb up to such a position of nine concubines. Yue Chongyuan, a dancer, was promoted to Jieyu within less than a month after entering the palace. Of course, Fan Chongyi was not the only one who was upset in the palace.But there were countless beauties in Emperor Kant's harem, and apart from Concubine Rong, the only one who was in a high position and loved a little was Fan Chongyi.

After being disturbed by Yue Chongyuan several times, Fan Chongyi completely hated Yue Chongyuan.

The maid with a round face was glared at by Yue Chongyuan, spat in her heart, and ran behind Yue Chongyuan and squeezed her shoulders not to be outdone: "The empress is so favored, no one in the palace can compare to it. The empress is pregnant, and the emperor will be promoted to the throne." The position of the empress's nine concubines can be moved to the main hall in a few days, and when the empress gives birth to the little prince, she will definitely be granted the position of concubine."

Yue Chongyuan's eyebrows and eyes were filled with pride, the change of status, the glory and wealth of the palace all made her ambition gradually inflate, and she was no longer satisfied with being attached to Concubine Rong.

She thought of the face of the aunt next to Concubine Rong, and the Queen's behavior of not sending anything at all, so she couldn't help laughing.

Yue Chongyuan rubbed her belly, she was pregnant with Emperor Kant's youngest child, as long as their mother and son cling to the emperor's favor, she can gradually replace Concubine Rong and Queen, and her child will also become this The most honorable person in the world.

It didn't take long for the news that Yue Chongyuan was pregnant and promoted to the throne. The dancer who was born in the Ministry of Internal Affairs actually became the head of the first palace. The wife who came from an aristocratic family didn't bother to mention her to avoid bad luck.

In Fengyi Palace, Sui He had already cursed countless times in her heart, probably only Emperor Kande was happy that Yue Chongyuan was pregnant.

The queen was playing with a small bottle in her hand, her expression was a bit gloomy.

For the sake of her family, she married Emperor Kant at the age of 17, and she understood the man's incompetence from beginning to end.

The Song family helped him ascend to the high position, but after Emperor Kant ascended the throne, he always felt that the Song family was holding him back, and deliberately raised Concubine Rong and the third prince, who were both from the same family, to compete against the Song family, and forced her and the prince into a narrow room step by step. In the corner, when she was getting old, she made another Yue Chongyuan to disgust her.

Does Emperor Kant think that she can bear it all the time, and there is no way to be trapped in this deep palace.

"Sui He, this thing has been in Bengong's hands for a long time. Bengong always wants to bear it for the sake of the prince's reputation, but Bengong always sees people pushing their noses."

The queen's manicured and rounded nails dug out a little bit of red powder from the bottle: "Look, that's all it takes."

"Sui He, since the Emperor loves Yue Chongyuan so much, I should give them some nice gifts too, right?"

The winter solstice will be in a few days, and Wen Jing copied a lot of scriptures before, so he wants to go to Xiangguo Temple to fulfill his vows in his free time.

The carriage was already set up, and when he was about to leave, he happened to bump into Jiang Xufeng who had come back from the outside.

"Where is the princess going?"

Wen Jing took the hand stove from Lan Tiao's hand, a little surprised: "Your Highness came back early today, and my concubine saw the sunny weather and thought of going to Xiangguo Temple to donate some incense money."

Jiang Xufeng turned his feet in a different direction, and got into the carriage with Wen Jing: "There is a plum grove on the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple. Although it hasn't bloomed yet, it can be considered a quiet environment."

Wen Jing smiled, and asked Dongqing to go back home to bring a thicker cloak and a hand stove for Jiang Xufeng to prepare.

The concubine came to fulfill her wish, and the mansion informed the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, Master Jingwu, yesterday. He is an old man in his 70s and [-]s, and he is still in good health. Seeing Jiang Xufeng coming with him, he didn't look too surprised.

"Amitabha, Your Highness, please come this way, Your Majesty."

Wen Jing first cleaned her hands and offered incense under the service of the little novice monk, and then earnestly saluted.

Jiang Xufeng didn't enter the Buddhist temple. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he didn't intend to offend. He just looked at Wen Jing's straight and pious back and saw the gods slightly.

Wen Jing recited the prayer silently in her heart. She didn't ask the Buddha to hear it, but just said it to herself.After the last bow, Wen Jing stood up, and when she came out, she saw Jiang Xufeng talking with the host.

"Master Jingwu, I have some handwritten scriptures here, which can be regarded as a little wish of mine."

Master Jingwu took the scriptures and recited the Buddha's name again. He didn't say anything too flattering: "The poor monk will help the empress to enshrine the scriptures in front of the Buddha."

When Jiang Xufeng saw the scriptures that could be bound into a book, his eyes were a little gentle, and he held Wen Jing's hand in his.

As expected, the plum groves in the back mountain are just a few small flower buds, and the small clusters are bright red, which looks lovely.

"Your Highness, let's pick a branch and go back. In the coming year, there will be plum blossoms in the concubine's yard." Wen Jing slyly took Jiang Xufeng's hand and asked him to pick plum branches.

Jiang Xufeng wrapped Wen Jing's hand helplessly: "I beg the princess for them alone, don't destroy the flowers with your hands."

It was rare for Wen Jing to be so lively, she dragged Jiang Xufeng back and forth between the plum forests in good spirits, chatting occasionally.

"Your Highness, in fact, the concubine was very nervous when she heard the imperial decree granting marriage." Wen Jing did not look at Jiang Xufeng's expression, but said suddenly, "Everyone says that His Royal Highness is a rare good man with a face like a crown of jade. Erlang. But a concubine."

"The concubine has lost her biological mother since she was a child, and the stepwife is partial to her own children. The concubine is afraid that the gossip outside will reach His Highness's ears, and that she will not be able to be a good princess."

Wen Jing looked up at Jiang Xufeng, there was no sadness or tension in her eyes, her pupils were bright, and some emotions that Jiang Xufeng could not see clearly were flowing.

"So the concubine is really grateful to His Highness for his tolerance and trust in the concubine since she entered the mansion. The concubine always felt that she was not lucky enough when she was in her boudoir."

"But when His Royal Highness always firmly holds the hand of the concubine, the concubine suddenly feels that His Highness is probably a gift from heaven to the concubine, and the concubine is willing to exchange all the luck of the concubine."

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