Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 357
Below are the maids in charge who obey their orders.

Chunhua explained the characters that Dongshou might come, as well as the etiquette preparations that everyone should make, and even some possible matters. All the items needed for Dongshou were prepared by the Secretary of Internal Affairs in the palace, from food, clothing, housing, transportation, to dance and music. There are special arrangements for the fun, but the people in Shuhua Palace also have their own preparations.

Ning gently listened and gradually understood, thinking, this conference seems to be a matter of the previous dynasty, but this back court has to go through a lot of trouble to understand that all the departments and divisions of the harem have their value.

After everyone dispersed, Concubine Shu deliberately left her behind: "I remember that you copied the classics such as "Women's Admonitions" and "Women's Rules" last time, and you copied them very carefully. Here’s a job for you, to copy the Diamond Sutra and the 42 Chapters, and it must be completed before the winter hunting.”

Ning Weiwei was stunned for a moment.

In the past, although Xiao Zijun asked himself to copy those books, it took more than half a year to finish.Now it takes less than half a month to finish transcribing these two scriptures.

"This copying is not difficult for you, and you can complete it with a little effort. Little girl, you are not willing?!"

Can Ning Qingqing say no?But it took more than ten days to finish copying two books, which is really difficult for a strong man.

"I haven't copied it for a long time, I'm afraid that if I can't complete the task, it will delay the important matter of the empress."

Concubine Shu glanced at her, her eyes were full of viciousness, "If you intend to spoil this palace's affairs, this palace will never be merciful!"

"The slaves dare not!"

"Then start copying from now on. Don't go back tonight. Tomorrow, the Japanese Palace will see how you copied this night. You can't miss words or miss sentences, and you can't scribble."

Ning Qingwen came to a study room. There were thick scriptures prepared on the table, and a large stack of paper, pen and ink beside it.

It’s just that the inkstone is dry, and the ink has to be ground by itself.

After rubbing the ink lightly for a while, seeing that the sun was already in the wrong direction, he thought of Xiao Zijun.

He didn't enter the palace today because of something, so naturally he can't be counted on to rescue him.

She came out and saw Qiu Shi there, so she said to Qiu Shi: "Aunt Qiushi, please tell your mother, the maidservant has to copy books tonight and can't go back to the palace, please find someone to tell the prince not to wait. "

"You don't need to worry about this. The three concubines chosen by the empress have already taken the sedan chair to the Prince Jin's mansion. The prince will be served by them tonight. Miss Qingqing can copy with peace of mind."

Ning Qingqing's heart was suddenly splashed with cold water, and she staggered twice. She didn't know how she returned to the pavilion, and how she picked up the pen to copy.

She understood that Concubine Shu had set up a series of tricks today, but she could only suffer one by one.

The pen in his hand weighs a thousand catties, but he had to write because Concubine Shu's people came to remind him from time to time.

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Today was the Northern Qi vassal king and the northern desert prairie tribal kings who entered Beijing ahead of schedule, and coincidentally, the Song king returned from Qingping Town, so things were quite busy today.

King Jin had finished dealing with the affairs of the Ministry of War, and he was going to participate in a reception banquet. It was quite lively when everyone gathered together, and the people from Beimo had always had a heavy drinker, and King Jin didn't return to the palace drunk until nightfall.

Earlier at dusk, he had asked someone to send a message to the palace, asking Madam not to wait for him for dinner.

It's just that Xiao Zijun didn't know that Ning Qingqing didn't return home tonight, and she had to copy books all night.

"My lord, please slow down..." King Jin's footsteps were a little staggered, Gao Ming and others supported the lord and stepped inside.

Fuquan asked: "Where is the prince going to rest tonight?"

Xiao Zijun didn't even think about it, he was drunk, "Why are there so many words, let's live in...Xia Pavilion!"

The prince is already too drunk to speak.

Xiao Zijun lay sprawled on the couch in Qixia Pavilion, unconscious from drunk, humming twice.

Tonight, Ning Qingqing's capable maidservant also stayed in the palace together during the Spring Festival Gala, so no one stepped forward to make arrangements at this time. Na Fuquan took off the prince's shoes, only to hear a soft voice behind him.

"Eunuch Fu, the slave girl Luqiao is ordered by Concubine Shu to serve the prince in Qixia Pavilion."

That Fuquan was disgusted in his heart, after all, why did such a charming woman suddenly appear in Mrs. Ning's place here.

The woman looked as though she had bathed, groomed, and her meaning was self-evident.

But when he came back, he heard Du Chuan, the general manager of the royal residence, and heard what Luqiao said in person, so he understood that it was Concubine Shu's arrangement, so he said: "Miss Luqiao serves carefully, the prince is easy to admit the wrong person when he is drunk. Afraid of venting my anger on others."

This is to remind her not to flatter herself too much.

That Luqiao didn't understand what she heard, because she had a heart to climb the dragon and attach to the phoenix, and she had seen Jin Wang's demeanor in the palace on a regular basis, and she had long admired her. She used to sigh that she had no chance, but now she fell from the sky. Lucky to serve the King of Jin, how can I trust Fuquan's words at this time.

Before the couch, Lu Qiao stretched out her hand to undress King Jin to untie her clothes. Although her hand was shaking all the time, she kept comforting herself in her heart that she was just following orders. Thinking of this, her shyness retreated.

He untied Wang Pei and the belt for King Jin, and then untied the outer robe. The neckline of Jin Wang has always been tightly stitched, and it is not easy to untie.

Suddenly King Jin slowly took her hand, pushed her hand away and let him go, but the words were drunk, "That's stupid..."

Prince Jin actually took off his robe in a dizzy state, and then pulled her into his arms.

Luqiao was originally a dancer, and she had been taught how to serve the bed curtain early on. At this time, she boldly stretched out her jade arm and hooked King Jin's neck. The ability to recommend pillows/seek joy.

……

It is said that Ning Qingqing was copying Buddhist scriptures under the lamp at this time, yawning one after another, she always eats and sleeps well, this is the first time she stays up so late, she really can't bear it.

The light was a bit dazzling, and her eyes felt inexplicably painful. She dimmed it a few times, and after a while, the maid came in and brightened it up for her.

"The light is dim, so it's easy to copy the word carelessly. If the lady asks in the morning, the girl will be busy for nothing." The maid yawned and went out, only to hear the maid muttering as she walked, "Why haven't you heard the news about sleeping?" ah."

It was already winter at this time, with the wind blowing in, I couldn't help but feel cold slightly, so I asked someone outside for a cloak to wear, and finally could barely withstand the cold.

The most difficult thing for Wei Qing is not the cold, the eye pain, or the tired hands, but the drowsiness.

She bumped her head, thinking that as long as she lay down on the bed, she would definitely fall asleep.

In a daze, I heard someone talking vaguely outside.

"Go and talk to Aunt Qiushi. When the prince comes back tonight, it is Luqiao who has rested after serving the prince. Let the empress and aunt rest assured that everything is in order."

There was a wind blowing in, which made the paper on the desk rustle, and the piles of newly copied paper rolled to the ground one by one, Ning Qingqing seemed to be invisible.

The door curtain was lifted, and it was the servant girl's reminder, "Ah, look at some paper!"

Ning was slightly stunned, but couldn't hear it, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

It's been a long night.

(End of this chapter)