Empress, she is rising step by step

Chapter 43 If you want to see a person alive, you want to see a corpse if you die.

Shen Que's breath was choked in his chest, neither up nor down. He never thought that someone would reject him. The concubines in the harem were not allowed to stay with him every day. Why did she push him away instead?

But this is also a bit of fun. Except for the imperial concubine, the women in the palace seem to be carved from the same mold. Beauty is beautiful, but it is indeed boring. She is respectful to him, but sometimes it really lacks a bit of flavor and is not as lively and interesting as her.

He smiled ambiguously and narrowly, "I'm going to warm your hands now, then you can warm my hands in the evening."

Zhu Ci's face was stained with a crimson blush, making her even more charming. She leaned against Shen Que softly and buried her head in his neck.

"That concubine is waiting for the emperor tonight." She accidentally touched her right hand and "hissed" in pain.

"What's wrong?" Shen Que asked, grabbing Zhu Ci's right hand and looking at it. There was no external injury, but the middle finger and thumb were a little red and swollen.

"The cocoon in this position seems to be caused by writing. How long did you write last night?"

"It didn't take long. After I heard that something happened to the imperial concubine, I originally wanted to visit her. I thought the emperor was there, so I shouldn't add any trouble."

Zhu Ci put on her clothes, got up from Shen Que and sat next to him.

"I just kept thinking about it in my heart, so I wrote the Shurangama Sutra to pray for the safety of the imperial concubine. Who knew that my concubine was not living up to expectations, and her hands became sore after just a little writing."

She answered very cleverly, not saying that she had been writing all night, but only which book she had written. Shen Que had read poetry and books, so he naturally knew how many words there were in the scriptures she was talking about.

In his eyes, she was gentle and kind, but she didn't compete, grab, or deliberately ask for credit in front of him, and let him know her contribution.

Sure enough, Shen Que said distressedly: "As long as you have this intention, why bother hurting your hand like this."

Zhu Cixiao was gentle and decent, "Only sincerity can lead to success. I hope that the imperial concubine can give the emperor a safe birth of the little prince. It's not important for me to have a hand, just take care of it."

After breakfast, Shen Que talked to Zhu Ci for a while, and then stood up and left at Li Quan's urging.

Hongxiu went to Wanfu Hall to offer scriptures, and Zhu Ci asked Cuilan and Xiaoyinzi to pick some fresh perilla leaves and make perilla sauce to eat because of the good weather.

She called Zhuying in, "Zhuying, I have a question to ask you, and you must answer me truthfully."

Seeing Zhu Ci's rare serious expression, Zhuying couldn't help but become nervous.

"You said, I must tell the truth. If you dare to tell lies, I will be struck by thunder."

Zhu Ci humbly covered Zhuying's mouth with a handkerchief, "Don't talk nonsense, you can't make such a poisonous oath casually."

She put down her hand, took a piece of fragrant cake and put it into the incense burner, watching the smoke curling out and changing into various shapes.

"If the emperor likes you, will you be his concubine?"

Zhuying is her relative in Weiyi of this strange dynasty, and she hopes that she will live well.

Although the emperor has temporarily given up this idea, it does not mean that it will not come up again in the future. After all, this matter was related to Zhuying, so of course she wanted to ask her opinion.

If Zhuying also had this idea, she would also be willing to realize the beauty of adulthood, but she would have to make other plans. Once a relationship involves interests, it is no longer safe.

Zhuying was stunned and immediately shook her head and said: "I don't want to do this. I just want to stay with my master and serve my master all my life." No wonder the emperor kept looking at her this morning. It turned out that he wanted to include her in the harem. Doesn't the master think that she is the kind of person who is charming and charming?

"And the master also knows that this slave has been betrothed to someone else, and she will live to see him dead or see his corpse. Unless the slave knows that he is dead, she will not marry again. No matter what the emperor thinks, the slave definitely does not mean this. It is the emperor who talks to you. What did you say?"

She knows how much she weighs, and she has no lofty ideals or ambitions. The master is so smart but still walking on thin ice. If she really becomes the emperor's concubine, she may not know how she died.

"The emperor didn't make it obvious to me, but the emperor's meaning is obvious. When a man has thoughts about a woman, his eyes cannot deceive others."

Looking at Zhuying looking at him with uneasiness, he understood that she was afraid that he would misunderstand.

Zhu Ci held her hand and said, "Don't be nervous. As long as you don't want to, even if the emperor asks, I won't agree. Since you don't mean it, just stay away when the emperor comes."

"I'm just worried that my master will misunderstand me and think that I'm deliberately trying to seduce the emperor." Zhuying held Zhu Ci's hand tightly, her hand was warm and strong.

"Sister, I won't compete with you for the throne. I just want to stay by your side. Even if I never get married, I won't have any complaints."

Ever since Zhu Ci became the emperor's concubine, Zhuying has been calling her master. It had been a long time since she'd heard her call her sister.

She couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if she had returned to the days when she was in Yongfu Palace, Zhuying always called her sister.

"I know, I have never doubted your loyalty. I was just thinking that this matter is related to you after all, and I always have to ask for your opinion."

Zhu Ci reached out and smoothed the slightly messy hair on her temples, and she smiled.

"Okay, don't be so serious and smile more. If I was suspicious of you, would I still ask you this? Silly girl."

Zhuying pouted, pinched her sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "When you asked that, I thought you were going to drive me out."

Chaotic footsteps sounded in the yard, followed by Yan Qingshu's crisp voice.

"I am Yan Baolin from Changqiu Palace. Is Sister Zhu here?"

Xiao Yinzi said: "The master is in the house, Baolin asked me to go in and make a call. Hey, Yan Baolin..."

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then the curtain was opened from the outside. Yan Qingshu's slim figure flashed in, and Cao Wenxi followed behind with a smile.

Xiao Yinzi glanced at Zhu Ci in fear, and Zhu Ci waved her hand to let him go down first.

"Wow, I wish my sister that this place smells so good. Did you order the Yuhua fragrance? It smells very moist and quiet, with sweet and gentle fragrance. It smells much better than the agarwood fragrance. I always feel that the agarwood fragrance is old-fashioned. It seems to be used by elderly people.”

Yan Qingshu spoke freely and was completely unaware of what she said.

Zhu Ci didn't care whether she really didn't know or was pretending to be confused, but he didn't dare to let her talk such nonsense in his palace. Only the Queen Empress uses agarwood in the palace. Doesn't she mean that the Queen is old-fashioned and old?

When word spread, others thought it was her who said it.

"Yan Baolin has a really good nose. I just like lighter spices. The scent of agarwood is rich and calm, just like the empress is calm and calm. How dare I compare with the empress's fragrance?"

(End of this chapter)