Si Tian Guan

     Concubine Yu looked at herself carefully in the bronze mirror, even her makeup was appropriate, and she could not see that she had cried bitterly last night.

    Perhaps her son has not come to see her for a while, and she can also perceive that the current situation is no longer under the control of her son as before.

    Maybe it was because of being demoted and rising again and returning to Chaoyang Palace, I was always afraid that one day I would keep falling and there would be no chance to turn over again.

    Maybe it's because the flames that were far away from her in the past are now gradually burning around.

    Sanfu has long lost the pleasure of pleasing her like before, as if she doesn't know her situation, she has a terrifyingly paranoid possessiveness towards her.

    Sometimes even when the emperor stayed in Chaoyang Palace, she could even imagine a pair of silent eyes looking at her from the crack of the door, as if staring at his wife who was being defiled by others.

    She was often frightened and unpleasant at night, so that the emperor stayed less and less often.

    In recent times, after Sanfu served her, she became more and more uncontrollable vomiting and collapse, more and more…

    The face of the person in the mirror is getting paler and paler, and the corners of the eyes are red, like peach blossom makeup.

    "Niangniang." The big palace maid on the side squatted down and raised her hand to help.

     Concubine Yu calmed down, put a hand on her, and glanced at the maid from the corner of her eye: "Huh?"

     "Miss, there is something from the lord."

    She trembled in her heart, for fear that her son's reprimands would come through the mouth of the servants.

    I just wanted to have a son and gain a firm foothold in the palace, how could it be like this?

    "What?"

    "The lord ordered that in a few days it will be the day for the examination and verification of the internal government bureau. Every year, the Jinxiu Camp is the assistant manager. This year, the Jinxiu Camp has changed its owner. ."

     Concubine Yu's palms were sweating, but she didn't dare to wipe them.

      Hold on to the handle, and no one should think about it.

    But it's easy for her son, what should she do?

    Sanfu's name is recorded in the book, and he goes to check every year, can he not go this year? After you go? If Liu Chongming made any movement, could she still send someone to stop her?

    She was agitated, but she could only bite the bullet and say, "I see."

    It was still a long way from Lijing Palace, so she slowly adjusted, restrained her panic, walked slowly over the threshold, and saluted the people in the seat: "I have seen the concubine, the concubine is here. Late, please forgive me."

     I was just talking to Sister Qing."

    Yu Concubine knew that the two people in front of her were already on good terms, but the closeness of the name was still uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything, and she sat down and smiled: "What a clever way already?"

    Concubine Xian sat on Liu Qingru's right hand, gently fanning: "We were just chatting, who will go to Fang Ze altar to worship ancestors this year?"

    Only this sentence, Yu Fei understood.

    Going to Fangze Altar to worship ancestors every year is an essential event. Although the journey is not far away, the process is complicated and complicated, plus more than two hours of worship, which is very exhausting.

    In previous years, this was a job that was easy to please, and even the winner of each competition would be secretly guessed by everyone, whether this one was the one the emperor liked.

    Now there is no need to argue.

    Jing Wang Mu Jingchen has no intention of getting involved in the dispute, and has already asked the emperor to go to the fief.

    Prince Rui Mu Jinglan didn't even pass the birthday ceremony, and he couldn't walk, so he couldn't let the imperial concubine hold him.

    The only candidate is Wang Huai.

    If it was in previous years, this was a great good thing, it was too late to be happy, but for some reason, Concubine Yu just felt up and down in her heart.

      There is a decision."

    "It's just a matter of idle time to talk about it. Of course, the emperor is in charge of the affairs of the previous dynasty."

    Liu Qingru watched as the palace servants took out the half-bowl of charcoal ashes and put in a new, stuffy charcoal fire, then stretched out his feet and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really late for spring this year. , it's still so cold."

    Concubine Xian smiled and said: "I'm afraid it's not too late for the Spring Festival, it's the empress who just gave birth to the little prince, and now her body has not recovered, it is better to let the imperial doctor take a good look at the conditioning."

    "Is that so?" Liu Qingru also laughed: "Then I really should see Dr. Qin another day. I'm just afraid of the cold, but after giving birth to Lan'er..."

    Her hands caressed her belly.

    The two of them have also given birth, so they naturally understand her troubles.

     Concubine Yu smiled and said, "The little prince is only a few months old, the maiden doesn't have to worry, there is a hospital for conditioning, and if you walk around more on weekdays, you will soon be able to calm down."

    "Is it really possible?" Liu Qingru was still a little worried.

      "

    All three laughed.

    Liu Qingru was young and she was a mother for the first time. She had a lot of secrets and confusion. It was difficult to ask the men in the Taiyuan Hospital.

    Xu Shi was always tense in her Chaoyang Palace, and now when she talks about children, Concubine Yu also relaxes on this topic.

    Talking about the interest, he talked like a young baby who was still babbling in his arms.

      The ice cube was thrown into the boiling water, and the whole person woke up and put it back on the table calmly.

    Liu Qingru looked over and smiled understandingly: "It's because I didn't treat the guests well, the tea must be cold."

    She also made someone pour out the residual tea in her hand and said, "Youjun Mountain Silver Needle was just delivered a few days ago, just to try it together."

    All kinds of refreshments are prepared in advance, are warm on the stove, and are quickly brought over.

    Exquisite cloisonné enamel pot with flannel wrapped around the handle, Concubine Yu recognized that this was a batch of fine china that was newly fired in the Liu family shop a while ago. A group entered the palace.

    The emperor also gave Chaoyang Palace a set.

    Concubine Xian laughed and said, "My lady is willing", she took the teapot from the tray, poured a cup of tea for Liu Qingru, and then came over to Concubine Yu.

    "Sister, take care of your body," Concubine Yu also got up quickly, seeing that there was still heat in the spout, she didn't dare to fight politely, only looking at the light brown color flowing out: "Trouble my sister."

    "What kind of trouble," Concubine Xian finally poured a glass for herself, and Concubine Xiang Yu smiled: "You don't know how precious the concubine's concubine thinks about Chongming, and she doesn't trust others. For fear of falling and touching it. The last time I came, I also had no eyesight, and if I fell behind, she worked and poured tea herself."

    Liu Qingru groaned: "I'm really afraid that no one has heard of it, so I told the emperor and Chongming, so that they thought there was nothing good in my palace, and they felt wronged."

    Concubine Yu saw the two of them chatting and laughing, they both took a few sips of tea, and talked about tea from the cloisonné enamel, and finally felt relieved.

    Junshan Silver Needle tastes sweet, white and fluffy floating in the water, and the entrance is also a familiar taste.

    She held up the teacup, and the rim of the cup covered the calm gaze of the two of them.

    "Only half."

    Concubine Xian shook the fan leisurely, and only glanced at the table next to her until the footsteps had disappeared for a long time.

    "I didn't even finish the tea cup, so I only used half of it, how about it?"

    The enamel pot was handed over to Liu Qingru. From the mouth of the pot, you could faintly see a part of the waist of the pot protruding.

    Her fingers rubbed the handle very lightly, touching the button hidden under the carving on the handle, the protrusion moved to the spout, and there was no more tea.

    The exquisitely designed teapot eliminates Concubine Yu's wariness.

    It was just enough for a cup, and a whole Shuo Ye was melted in it.

    "Half is still there."

    She poured the half cup of residual tea into the flowerpot, and Yan Yan's laughter was restrained.

    "According to Shenzhou's statement, it is enough, but...the time left for them is less than a month."

    Yu Dexi saw Bo Yan standing under the steps when Yu Dexi exited from the warm pavilion.

    "Commander Bo," he walked down unhurriedly, shook the dust, and bowed: "Does Commander Bo want to see the emperor? But unfortunately, the emperor didn't sleep well last night. It's easy to fall asleep, I'm afraid it will take more than an hour to wake up, Bo Tong will go back first."

    "Don't dare to disturb the emperor," Bo Yan took a few steps to meet him, and lowered his voice: "Is father-in-law busy now?

    As the deputy commander of Nanya, he called himself a subordinate in front of Dexi, and he was extremely humble.

    "Commander Bo is very polite."

    The two went out from the corner door and walked towards the water pavilion.

    When there were fewer people around, Bo Yan couldn't help but speak first: "Father-in-law, I asked father-in-law to mention it to the emperor some time ago... Is there anything wrong with that?"

    Yu Dexi glanced at him with a half-smile half-smile, both sneering and pity, seeing Bo Yan could only sneer.

    "Father..."

      There is no good fruit to eat."

    "Don't dare to embarrass my father-in-law," Bo Yan said hurriedly: "It's just that Nanya has never been in the current situation, and the lower official just wants to know what the emperor means in private."

    Yu Dexi understood what he meant.

    Bo Yan's current situation is a bit embarrassing. In the past, he was a deputy under King Qi. After King Qi left, he lost his immediate boss. Although he was a deputy, he still led Nanya.

    You can get a sinking boat halfway through.

    Now the Nanya is divided into two parts by the palace wall, and the four most important parts are placed in the hands of Qu Chenzhou.

    What's even more annoying is that Bo Yan's official position and face in front of the emperor are far less than Qu Sitian, so that some of these subordinates in his hands are also heartbroken.

    This will not last long.

    For Bo Yan, the best situation is to cut Nanya, he can hold his head high as the orthodox leader, even if there are only twelve guards in his hand.

    And the worst case is that the emperor handed over all Nan Ya to Qu Chenzhou, and he still took the post of deputy.

    Seeing his anxious face, Yu Dexi smiled and comforted: "The emperor didn't say anything, but Qu Sitian seems to be a little disobedient recently, which made the emperor very annoyed for a while. It's not good for our family to talk in this anger, let's talk about it after this time is over."

    This is already a reassurance pill for people, Bo Yan reluctantly suppressed the slight joy, cupped his hands and said softly: "Thank you father-in-law, I don't have anything I can do, I just found some recently. The marrow is still on the back of the Heart Institute."

    A move on Dexi's face.

    He lacks everything, but he doesn't have what others have.

      unmoved.

    "Where?"

    Bo Yan used to honor him in the past, and in order to avoid the truth, they were placed in the Huixin Courtyard - Huixin Courtyard is not far from the Cold Palace, and there are not many people there.

    It is indeed not as convenient for him to walk in the palace as it used to be, but Qu Chenzhou has been confined at home these few days, so he is temporarily acting.

    After passing the dismounting stele, a personal soldier led the horse to meet him, he turned his horse and turned his head, looking at the red walls and green tiles that he had been familiar with for decades, he couldn't help saying to himself He sighed to himself.

    "Next year...what will this place look like..."