Rebirth Palace Chaos

Chapter 22

Zhao Jieyu said, "Yan'er and the others have just entered the palace, and it is common sense for His Majesty to favor them, but the enduring beauty of Wang is the envy of others."

That beauty Wang was complacent, but she didn't know that she had ridiculed her, so she got up proudly and said, "I'll go back to my room to rest first. I'm really tired after practicing the song for half a day," and smiled at Lin Qingqing, "Sister Lin should do the same." Learn some rhythms, or the next time you hold a banquet, your Majesty's interest will be spoiled again."

After finishing speaking, Wang Meiren's skirt was swaying, and she walked away. The three of them looked at each other in front of the table and shook their heads slightly.This beauty Wang is really proud of being favored, relying on Concubine Yi's backing, she is defiant and tiresome.

"Cousin, you lived with this beauty Wang, how could you bear it for so many years? Seeing her vulgar face makes me sick for no reason!" Su Yan said to the back of the beauty Wang.

Zhao Jieyu drank tea lightly, this person was bathed in the sun, peaceful and distant, she just said, "It's good to get used to it, I have never fought with her, so she doesn't bother to plot against me."

Lin Qingqing lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "At the small banquet in Yumianchi, I won her face, and she gave orders to Concubine Yi, so I think this beam has been formed. In the past five days, I have been called In the Daoluoyu Palace, Concubine Yi said that seeing the lush vegetation in my palace, she taught me to prune the golden chrysanthemums for her." Up to this point, Lin Qingqing was a little choked up, "Concubine Yi said that as long as the golden chrysanthemums bloomed, Flowers, teach me that I don’t have to come again... But who knows, it’s going to be winter, how can flowers support us?”

Su Yan's pretty face turned cold, she slapped the table heavily with her small hands, and said angrily, "Concubine Yi is proud of being favored, so vile, your Majesty won't restrain her?"

Zhao Jieyu put down the teacup, and said slowly, "Concubine Jing complained of illness. Since Concubine Rong left, Concubine Yi was the only one in the six palaces. In the court hall, Your Majesty attaches great importance to Shen Shangshu, one inside and one outside, If it is not a major matter, His Majesty will turn a blind eye and let her go."

Shen Yu is a man with deep scheming, and is known for his few words, but his methods are very clever. Back then, with his many followers and extensive contacts in the court, he actually took the position of joining the army and won the high post of minister and official in one fell swoop. The servants of the Ministry and the Ministry of Household helped each other, and won the emperor's appreciation for his noble character, and later sent his daughter to the East Palace, and even more so.

Who had never been in touch with Tang Xiang back then, and who profited the most from it?
Su Yan failed in her previous life, but now she only needs to change her mind to know that Tang Xiang's treason case is inseparable from his Shen Yu stunt.

"In the end, karma will come, how do you know that she belongs to the Shen family, and won't be the next Tang family!" Su Yan's eyes were cold, and Lin Qingqing knew that she and Concubine Yi had a lot of grudges, so she got up and straightened her clothes, and Yu Xi stepped forward Supporting her, "The time has come, I should go to Luoyu Palace."

Su Yan tightly held her hands and said eagerly, "Tonight I will go back to His Majesty Ming and say that Concubine Yi is bullying others..."

Before she finished speaking, she taught Lin Qingqing to cover her mouth, "Don't be rash, or we won't end well. It's only a few days, so I'll just bear it."

Seeing her haggard face, Zhao Jieyu couldn't bear it, and sighed secretly. After Lin Qingqing left, Su Yan slowly sat down, her bright face seemed to be covered with mist. The bed rules and taboos, Su Yan listened, it fit Duan Zhaoling's temperament, but she didn't need it tonight.

Su Yan focused on the enamel cup in her hand for a long time, and suddenly raised her eyes, "I have something to do tomorrow, and I need my cousin's help."

Zhao Jieyu leaned her head, Su Yan whispered in her ear, after listening, Zhao Jieyu asked in puzzlement, "Why is this..."

Su Yan put her slender fingers to her lips, and said, "Cousin just do as I say, Yan'er has her own plans."

The night is as cold as water, as dark as ink, and the crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, before it reaches the branches.

The main hall of Kunyuan was brightly lit, and Duan Zhaoling was still discussing political affairs with the cabinet ministers, and Shen Shangshu was among them.

The side hall is the emperor's bedroom, and it also has a very charming nickname, called Dijiao Pavilion.

Su Yan soaked in the spacious and fragrant thousand lotus bath for a full hour, and let the servant girl rub her whole body several times until she became red and hot. She wrapped her body in a light gauze and tied up her long hair. The sleeping concubines are all dressed up like this.

Su Yan swayed her waist lightly like a spring willow, Shi Shiran, delicate and weak, walked towards the dragon couch with the support of others at a leisurely pace.

Tassels and gold hooks pull up the layers of the Ziling tent, from the bath room to the imperial couch, all the way is paved with silk satin red felt, embroidered with blooming spring peonies on it, elegant and luxurious, with a national beauty and heavenly fragrance.

Only the peony is truly national, and I don't know how to be romantic around swallows.

"Return to my lord, your Majesty is discussing urgent matters, and I will be here later." Cui Shangyi led a group of maidservants, rolled up the red silk brocade on the imperial couch, and covered it with a white and flawless silk damask. The chastity belt, which symbolizes a woman's first night, is full of mixed flavors.

The hall is as warm as spring, and there are golden furnaces burning warm incense at the four corners.

Su Yan gathered her clothes and sat down on the couch, waved her hands and said, "You all go down, I want to rest alone."

When the tall gilded wooden door was slowly closed, Su Yan stood up suddenly and looked around the huge bedroom. The scene in front of her was so familiar that she felt pain in her chest, but it was strange and terrifying. The violet plant on the desk was still on top, There wasn't even a flower bud. She said she liked violets and insisted on putting one in front of his eyes.

At the beginning, it was she who said that she didn't like the light color, so Duan Zhaoling replaced all the curtains in the hall with bright red silk.In the past, he never kept other concubines overnight, and this place that once belonged only to her has already been contaminated with too many beautiful women, making her disgusted for a while.

She twisted a small silver needle to pick out the warm incense in the incense burner, and slowly took out the pack of Li Ran incense that had been prepared in her sleeve.

When Duan Zhaoling raised his head from the piled memorials, he saw the dark night outside the window, so he rubbed his brows lightly and asked, "What time is it now?"

Cui Shangyi was already serving tea, so she replied, "Your Majesty, it's exactly the third quarter of Xu time, and Su Wanyi is already waiting in the side hall."

Duan Zhaoling paused for a moment, stretched her body, and Cui Shangyi stepped forward to change her pajamas, "How long has she been here?"

"About two hours."

Duan Zhaoling nodded, and strode out of the palace door. The night wind came towards him, and the robes rustled. The palace people bowed their heads to greet him, but they didn't see the imperceptible curvature of his lips.

The candles flickered in the Dijiao Pavilion, and there was no sound, just like usual.

But when Duan Zhaoling slowly lifted the curtain, he neither greeted the holy car as usual, nor did he make up for it carefully. Wherever he looked, his eyes gradually stopped.

On the soft imperial couch, the silk silk was spread flat, and the brocade quilt was rolled up without any wrinkles. On the small fox felt couch just a few steps away, a group of petite figures curled up inside.

The black hair is slightly scattered, covering half of the small face like jade, without makeup, but like a lotus in clear water.The tender cherry lips are not tinged and red, they are moving slightly, half of the lotus root arm is pillowed beside the ear, sleeping soundly.

An ordinary delicate posture, pure and charming, at this moment, there is an unusual temptation.

(End of this chapter)