Qingchuan: The empress is so cute and charming that she goes crazy in the harem

Chapter 81 Jinxiu...is not dead

Concubine Xi is a good tactic, and she doesn’t miss anything.

If it weren't for Jinxiu's behavior, which looked too much like someone trained by Concubine Xi,
Others really couldn't imagine her for a moment.

This is already the second time,
Zhiyu narrowed his eyes and murmured silently,
She didn't want to conflict with these women, and she never took the initiative to provoke them.

Originally Zhiyu just wanted to take revenge.
And then maintain no more and no less favor,
Do your part for China’s future and help avoid the modern history of humiliation.
After living this hard-won life,
But now she also sees clearly,

As long as she stays in this palace for one day, no matter whether she is favored or not, these women will not let her go.
Overt and covert attacks always come unprepared.

They told her with facts that in this palace, you either fight or die.
That being the case, let’s fight!

It just so happened that she felt that Qianlong, a prodigal son, was not worthy of taking over Yinzhen's job.
Instead of giving others an advantage,
It would be better for her to cultivate a satisfactory and excellent emperor herself.

Zhiyu gently touched his lower abdomen and smiled softly.

"Ma'am, there is one more thing."

Dong Ju hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

Zhiyu came back to his senses and looked at her, "What's the matter?"

"Jinxiu...is not dead!"

Zhiyu raised his head suddenly,

not dead?

No, these corpses will be inspected again before being thrown into mass graves.

If he is not completely dead, he will definitely report it to the police.

no, no,
Zhiyu pondered for a moment, then he thought about it and was not sure.

After all, with modern medical technology so advanced,

There are cases where the hospital issued a death certificate and suddenly "pretended to be dead" before entering the crematorium.

In these ancient times, suspended animation did not happen.

"Does Su Peisheng know about this?" Zhiyu asked.

Dongju shook her head,

"It was a coincidence. When we went to search, we felt something was wrong. After careful observation for a while, we found that Jinxiu was still breathing."

"This servant has been taken outside the palace and has been arranged by the doctor."

Zhiyu nodded and glanced at her appreciatively,
"You did a good job. Make sure to cure her and save her for future use."

"Yes, I understand." Dong Ju responded respectfully.

"Dong Ju, you are more and more like an aunt now. You are thorough and orderly, clever and yet calm."

Saying that, Zhiyu slowly got up from the soft couch,
Dong Ju immediately stepped forward to help her.
"I don't deserve your praise, but I've been with you for a long time and I've learned a lot about you."

"There is no need to be modest. I have indeed grown a lot. I am really reluctant to marry you off when I get old soon."

Zhiyu’s words are not false at all. Dongju has done everything well from the beginning to now.
Just when she felt that she could take advantage of her, Dong Ju was old enough to leave the palace.

When Dong Ju heard this, she quickly shook her head.

"I don't want to go out to get married. I want to serve my master all my life."

"You're stupid. How can you spend your whole life serving others?" Zhiyu stretched out his hand and tapped Dong Ju's head.

"Wouldn't it be good for me to find you a bodyguard or a noble family, and make you the wife of the royal family, so that you can have someone to take care of you?"

Dong Ju looked at Zhiyu and refused:
"The master is kind to the slave, and the slave knows it in his heart. However, the slave has been with the master since he was a child. He has already regarded the master as a relative and is used to living by his side."

"For a slave, even if he goes out to be the main wife and has someone to take care of him, it is not as comfortable as living by his master's side."

Zhiyu moved his lips, planning to persuade again.
Dong Ju knelt down and raised her head and said seriously:

"Master, this slave has decided to comb himself, please master."

Seeing that she had a sincere look on her face and no hint of forced politeness,

Zhiyu understood that this was what she really thought in her heart. She was not like other palace maids who were shy and pretentious when facing marriage.
So I no longer persisted,

"Okay, I promise you, get up quickly." Zhiyu pulled her up, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's a pity that I'm secretly looking for a candidate."

Dongju curled her lips, stood up, held Zhiyu's arm again, and said with a smile:

"It's not a pity, I can show you to Jinzhan."

"What are you looking at?" Jinzhan happened to come in through the curtain, and he was so happy that he met her.

"Your Majesty, the bedroom has been tidied up."

Zhiyu smiled and nodded,

Jinzhan asked impatiently:
"When I came in just now, I happened to hear Sister Dong Ju mentioning my name. What were the empress and Sister Dong Ju talking about?"

Knowing the pleasure but smiling without saying a word,

Dong Ju blinked narrowly,

"What else is there? Of course I want to show you my husband!"

"Oh! Madam, look at Sister Dongju." Jinzhan's face turned red instantly.

Zhiyu took Jinzhan and patted her hand.
"This is a major event in life, don't be embarrassed. If you have a favorite candidate, please tell me, lest I choose someone you don't like, and then they become a bitter couple, which is my fault."

"My dear, why don't you... oh!"

Jinzhan's face was red with embarrassment, he stamped his feet, turned around and was about to run out.
Zhiyu smiled from ear to ear and was speechless.
Dong Ju also laughed so hard that she was about to shed tears, but seeing that she was about to run away, she quickly stopped her.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore,"

"Today is a special day. It's not good for you to run out like this and let others see you."

Hearing this, Jinzhan's steps slowed down.

But he still refused to turn around,
Dong Ju quickly pretended to be humble and coaxed her a few words.
Jinzhan then returned to normal.

"Mother, please come to the kitchen to ask if you want to pass on dinner?"

"Pass," Zhiyu looked at her with a smile and stopped joking, "Let's go back to the main hall."

"Yes."

The three masters and servants of Zhiyu returned to the main hall. Dinner was already laid out.

"Your Majesty, the imperial kitchen has prepared two dishes, one with stir-fried artemisia and one with fresh mushrooms and cabbage."

The second-class palace maid who was responsible for serving the meal was busy reporting:

"The servants saw that they were all used by the empress, so they let them stay."

Zhiyu wiped his hands and glanced at the two green dishes on the table.
It’s just spring, and green vegetables are extremely rare.
This shows the intention of the imperial dining room.

Although there is a small kitchen in Yanxi Palace, there are many things in the imperial dining room on weekdays.

Even during the time she was grounded,
Zhiyu will naturally not be stingy with rewards,

As soon as the word "reward" is passed down, there are slaves to deal with it immediately.

Even though the Wu Ya family passed away, everyone in the palace must observe filial piety and avoid being exposed to meat and fish.

But the chefs in the palace are not bad at their craftsmanship, and the vegetarian dishes they cook are also extremely delicious.

In addition, there are various dietary supplements, so Zhiyu does not have to worry about insufficient nutrition.

The dinner was also very delicious.

After dinner, Zhou Quan from outside the palace came to announce the good news.

"Ma'am, Eunuch Su is here!"

"Quick pass." Zhiyu put down the cake in his hand and straightened his body slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Su Peisheng's figure appeared in front of him, followed by two nuns.

"My slave, I would like to pay my respects to my concubine."

"Slave, please see me and my concubine!"

(End of this chapter)