The Job of an Imperial Concubine

In this harem, what is more illusory than the empress's love? Since she entered the palace, she was not allowed to pet. The emperor occasionally spoiled twice. In the face of the beautiful emperor, she was moved. This emperor is the first man and the only man in her life, and she is so beautiful.

But after a long time, watching this man circulate in different women's palaces, watching him look at his indifferent eyes, she gradually rested this thought, staying in the harem of Anan, although not too good, but also Unlike the women who broke into the cold palace, the Jiang family was considered to be a Jiangnan family. The other trips in the palace did not deliberately bother her.

Today, I saw Zhao Chongyi in front of the emperor, and the eyes that could not hide the secret love made her feel a little blank. She always thought that Zhao Chongyi had been smart since she was cold-shouldered, so she was promoted from Zhuang Yiyi to Zhao Chongyi. Now it seems that it is smart, but it is a heart that should not be moved.

She wants to laugh at the stupidity of this woman, but she feels bitter in her heart. She has had a bit of pity for this woman who is in the mood, but she is thinking about her status in the palace and where she has the right to pity others. Remove the line of sight, do not look at the softness wrapped by the palm of the emperor, this palm warmed the hand of Zhao Chongyi today, who was brought yesterday, who will hold tomorrow?

Feng Yi was not deeply impressed by Jiang Xianyu. He only remembered that he was a widowed woman. The Jiang family was a scholarly family in Jiangnan. Unfortunately, Jiang Xianzhen did not get the talent of the scholarly family. Instead, he was taught by books to be boring, but this way The woman in the harem is also worry-free, at least clean.

"Since you have two loves, you can walk with them," Feng said, releasing Zhuang Luo's hand and looking at the garden. "I will only be able to enjoy the scenery and I can't stand the sun."

Zhuang Luo and Jiang Xianyu are both on the side of the natural rituals. Compared with Jiang Xian’s Mu Ran, there are many gods in Zhuang’s eyes, just like a picture of color, so even if it is as quiet as a seal I also occasionally say a few words along the way.

"People in the palace love the flowers of the purple and red, and they feel that these pines and cypresses are full of spirits." Feng Shu pointed to a few pines and cypresses not far away. "What do you think of the two loves?"

"It’s just right, the wind and rain don’t remind you,” Jiang Xianyi replied with respect. “The pines and cypresses are evergreen, and it’s better. In the world, the emperor is more upright than this pine, more upright, and more stormy.”

After closing the news, he nodded. He couldn’t help but immediately looked at Zhuangluo and saw her look thoughtful. He said: "Do you not agree with the words of Yinxian?"

"Jiang's sister's words are natural and reasonable, but I don't think so much," Zhuang Luo shyly smiled and pointed to the shadow of the pines and cypresses. "In summer, those places must be very cool. In the case of Yu, the emperor It’s a towering tree, it’s a top beam.” After that, he pointed to an inconspicuous flower at the foot of the pine cypress. “The scorpion is the small flower that grows on the tree. Maybe it will never know the cypress’s ability, but it’s Relying on pines and cypresses."

As the man said, is there anything more reassuring than knowing that a woman is more reliant on him? After listening to this, Feng Yan saw a shyness on Zhao Chong’s face. He seemed to be embarrassed about this shallow language but didn’t know how to save it. He smiled and said, “The emperor wants to be like pine and cypress, but pine and cypress. But not as good as the emperor."

"Oh, I lost my words, please the emperor for forgiveness." Jiang Xianyu heard this and looked pale and straightened.

When Zhuang Luo saw Jiang Xianyu's expression, he wanted to follow him, but he was stopped by his hand. "Jiang Xianzhen does not need to be like this. What crimes do you have?" Although he was not dissatisfied with Jiang Xianyu's words, However, after all, there is no interest in Jiang Xianyu’s rules, and he will not speak any more.

When Jiang Xianzhen heard that the emperor called himself "Jiang Xianyu", he bit his lower lip and got up and retreated to the side. The daylight shone on her face, making her feel the pain of her cheeks.

The seal changed its tone and said to Zhuangluo: "Love is better than flowers. Why don't you go and see what flowers are under the tree?"

This is a swaying sway. Zhuang Luo’s face is shy and smiles. The heart strongly despise the man’s inferiority. However, the emperor’s mouth is: “The emperor is just out of context, and it’s just a metaphor. More than?"

It has always been a hundred days to spend, and no one is red. Even if the beauty is like a flower, but the beauty is late after a day, her brain is very normal, where will she look at herself, let alone the poor flower?

More importantly, if the flowers under the tree grow dry, her troubles will be great.

At this moment, Zhuang Luozhen actually wants to take a mouthful of his mouth, telling you that your mouth is awkward, and that the man who is serious about it is also awkward!

The pedestrian approached the unremarkable flower, and Zhuang Luo sighed. Although the flower was not used for the flowers that the Queen used to appreciate in the past few days, the white flowers appeared in the green leaves with pale gold rims. A little cute and elegant.

"The emperor, this is the snow in June in Phnom Penh," Gao Dezhong said softly. "There are some folks who use this flower as a potted plant. It is very arrogant and violent. The doctors love to call it a white horse bone, and the slaves don't know much about medicine. However, I heard that this kind of flower has the effect of relieving blood in the liver, relieving heat and dispelling wind, and it is a beneficial flower."

"Well," Feng Shu nodded, sinking. "Even so, I transplanted this strain into the palace of the scorpion. Although the flower is a little smaller, it is rather elegant."

"Yes," Gao Dezhong replied: "The slaves will let the palace gardeners do this today."

"Let's get it, don't hurt." After Feng Shuo finished, he turned to look at the sun hanging high in the sky. He said to Zhuang Luo and Jiang Xian: "The sun is getting bigger, and the loves are going back earlier." ""

"There is a resignation," Zhuang Luofu blessed the body, blinked the eye that was not very eye-catching, and slowly walked back a few steps before turning and leaving.

Until a certain distance, Jiang Xianyu, who walked alongside Zhuangluo, said: "June snow is resistant to yin and yang, but it is hard to live under the cypresses. If it is free, it may be better."

Zhuang Luozhen looked at Jiang Xianyu with amazement. Although Jiang Xianyu’s words were not very big, but I thought about it carefully, but there was no malice. I asked with some reminders, but it’s true that it’s true. Zhuangluo can't tell the difference, so I just replied: "Maybe that June snow loves under the tree, you and I are not June snow, where do you know if it is free or not?"

"My sister said it was extremely," Jiang Xianyin said in the tone of something else. She looked at Zhuangluo carefully. This is a beautiful young girl. Her eyes are not as good as her own. She was lost by the harem. Vitality, "If you can live happily for a lifetime, it is the best." As a woman who has never been favored in the harem, she has no dislike or guilty to this Zhaochong, but it is a pity that this kind of fresh woman, a cavity Really wrong to pay.

The two went outside the Tao Yuge, Zhuang Luozhen invited Jiang Xianyu to drink tea. After Jiang Xianyu refused, she was not reluctant. After sitting down on the soft chair, she said that she was dizzy and asked Fubao to pass the doctor.

The hospital heard that the Zhaochong instrument that was favored was in need of a pulse. Where did you dare to sneak, the child who was sent to use the doctor would rush to Zhaochongyi.

There are more than forty children in the doctor, and the veins of Zhaochong are detected through the handcuffs. Immediately, Zhao Zhaoyi is not seen, but the mouth can't say so. It can only be said that the weather is hot and let it rest well.

"Tang Tai doctor said this, I am relieved," Zhuang Luo pretended to casually ask, "I heard that Wang Hao's sister is ill now, she can be a serious problem?"

Where does Tongtai doctor know the illness of a small Wang Hao, but when asked about Zhuangluo, he had to say: "Wang master is not the next officer to ask for the pulse, the next official is not clear, please Zhaozhuzi forgiveness."

“Tong Tai’s doctors are heavy, I know that the hospital is busy,” Zhuang Luozhen asked Tong Tai to get up and reward him with some things. He continued. “It’s just a sister, we always have some concerns. I want to worry about the doctors and doctors, and then go to the pulse, I don’t know if I will be involved with the doctor."

"The well-being of the masters is the duty of the lower officials. Where is the burden of the master's troubles?" Tong Taiji immediately understood, Zhao Zhaoyi, this is the hospital to treat Wang Hao.

After the child’s doctor left the Tao Yuge to go to the Jingyu Pavilion where Jiang Xianyu and Wang Wei lived, he listened to the bamboo bowl and came in with an ice bowl. “The people in this palace are all so low.”

"Who is not," Zhuang Luo smiled and saw that the high stepping on the low is the thing that normal people do. She helped Wang Hao once this time, but thanked Jiang Xianyu for his kind words.

Although the woman of the scholarly family is good, it is not suitable for the palace. Fortunately, Jiang Xianyu is calling himself today, not others.

However, everything has a cause and effect. If it is someone else, it will not be able to get a point from Jiang Xianyu.

In Jingyu Pavilion, Jiang Xianyu was sitting in the bed of Wang Hao and accompanied her to talk. A woman on the palace hurriedly walked in with joy.

"The main son, the child doctor of Tai Hospital is seeking to see."

"You mean that the doctor who had the medical skills is too medical?" Jiang Xianyu looked at the palace lady with some surprise. He said that it is not the time to invite Anmai. Even if it is like a doctor, it will not come to Jingyu Pavilion.

"The slaves heard that the child Tai doctor gave the Tao Yuge Zhao Zhaoyi a pulse, and they came directly to our Jingyu Pavilion." The palace lady honestly answered.

"How did the Tao Yuge help me?" Wang Yu coughed, and some uncomfortable sitting up, leaning against the bed and gasping slightly. "Sister, you know what is going on?"

"No matter what, it is right to look at your illness first," Jiang Xianyu looked at Wang Hao and appeased, and told the palace lady to ask the child to come in, and then continued: "You can rest assured."

Wang Hao sighed and raised her eyes with her eyes closed. She and Jiang Xianyu were not favored people. Today, regardless of Zhao Guanyi’s thoughts, if she did not help her, what would her body look like, even her own? Do not dare to think about it.

After the child was too medical, Jiang Xianyu saw his attitude politely, and the diagnosis was extremely careful. It was more certain that Zhao Chongyi reminded this person. She remembered Zhaochong’s eyes on the emperor’s loving eyes and those words, and sighed softly. I don't know if it is for myself and Wang Wei or Zhao Zhaoyi.

Outside the Zhengzheng Palace, the sun was shining. Gao Dezhong, the eunuch's general manager, was in a hurry with a **** holding a pot. He was relieved when he walked into the main palace. He took care of his robe and walked into the main hall. Road: "The emperor, Phnom Penh June snow pot planted, I do not know where to put?" If other potted plants, he will not ask this, but this is a little different today.

The seal that was reviewing the memorial was looked up, and the eye-flowersman carefully watched the June snow in his arms. He looked around and pointed at the Luo Hansong Road on the flower stand. "It is next to it."

"Yes," Gao Dezhong looked at Luo Hansong, indicating that the gardener was careful.

After being placed, Gao Dezhong with the gardener quietly retired, and when he retreated to the door, Gao Dezhong looked at the snow in June and the Luo Hansong, and the head was buried lower. 2k novel reading network