The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 20 The Draft Begins

Uncle Zhong’s experience has always been more accurate than that of the meteorological station. That night, there was thunder and lightning outside, a heavy snowstorm came, the temperature dropped by nearly ten degrees, ice began to form on the eaves, and Yiren was very cold.

She shrunk herself into a shrimp and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.The wind was blowing outside, and the swaying branches knocked on the window paper. Yi Ren tried to imagine some sunny things, such as spring outings, sports games,...

After tossing and tossing for an unknown amount of time, she finally fell asleep, but her sleep was very light, and she woke up from the cold almost immediately.

Yi Ren was very depressed.

In such snowy weather, the quadrennial draft finally started in full swing.

Yiren's elder sister, Yilin, dressed up early in the morning, was carried by a green cloth sedan chair, and entered the Chuxiu Palace, where beauties gathered, through the side door of the palace, to accept the selection of imperial brushes by the emperor He Lanchun.

He Lanxue boiled a pot of clear tea and poured it quietly in the garden mottled with melting snow.

His expression was very calm, without the cynical playfulness of the past, nor the sharpness that Yi Ren occasionally glimpsed, it was an attitude that had nothing to do with him, sparsely, as if isolated from the world.

It's just that there is a trace of depression between the eyebrows and eyes, a kind of depression almost sad, singing in a low voice, making the face of bullying Saixue extraordinarily moving, as if covered with a halo of memories.

Until late in the afternoon, news finally came from the palace that there were three appointed concubines: Pei Ruolan, the second daughter of Pei Linpu, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty; It is Yiren's elder sister, Yilin, who is well-known in the capital from the Yi family.

He Lanxue's fingers lightly landed on the name of 'Irene', she paused, and then asked in a soft voice: "Is it the queen who presides over the talent show, or..."

"It's Concubine Chen Gui, who is justly favored. I heard that the queen is ill, so it's not convenient to attend." The visitor replied.

He Lanxue's finger slipped off, and the paper with her name on it fell onto the snow.

There was sadness in those glazed eyes.

"Is she still not reconciled?"

When she woke up the next day, Yi Ren had two panda eyes on top for the first time. Last night, she hardly slept for a joss stick of incense. She was counting on the daytime to catch up on her sleep. Unexpectedly, since the morning, there has been heavy snowfall. , always non-stop, Yi Ren could only shrink in the room, wrapped the quilt around her body, and looked at the snow scene outside the window boredly.

At noon, Eleven came to hand out the food. Seeing the situation of his young lady, he also guessed eighty-eighty-ninety-nine. Eleven pouted immediately and sighed: "If I knew it now, why didn't I win the prince's heart more?"

Yi Ren raised his eyes, pretending he didn't hear, just looking at the food box in Eleven's hand, and asked excitedly, "Is today's food hot or cold?"

"Cold." Eleven gave her a blank look and said, "These are all cold dishes that other concubines don't want." Seeing Yi Ren's rarely dejected expression, Eleven sighed pretentiously, and then He took out two steaming steamed buns from his pocket: "I got these from the girl's table, eat them while they're hot."

Yi Ren then smiled, stretched out his hands to pinch the two steamed buns that were still warm at Shi Shi's temperature, and took two big bites, then Yi Ren raised his head and said, "Shi Shi, you are actually a pretty good person."

"Nonsense!" Eleven gave her a hard look.

Yi Ren stopped talking, smiled warmly, and continued to eat steamed buns.

Speaking of which, Eleven is still soft-hearted after all.

(End of this chapter)