The Legend of Imperial Concubine Rong

Rong'er thought to himself: The Emperor brought another Han woman into the palace. From Yuan Yi Ren to today's Wang Jiamei, we would never have thought that this was only the beginning of the Han woman's entry into the palace. We are old, have lost our qualifications, and have no history left behind, so we have some experience in the imperial palace.

In the middle of March, Rong'er and the others had waited day and night in anticipation that Xuan Ye had finally returned to the palace after his inspection of the south. However, among those who returned, there was one more female. Rong'er remembered that day. After knowing that the emperor had returned to the palace today, he had carefully dressed up under Xiaoqing's guidance. According to the usual practice of the emperor leaving the palace, even if he didn't overturn her cards that night, he would still come visit her at the palace.

After lunch, they heard that Xuan Ye had already returned to the palace. Not long after, Yuan Yi, who went on a tour with him to the south, returned to the Jubilee Palace.

Seeing that Yuan Yi's complexion was still good, and that her sadness had improved greatly, Rong'er asked amiably: "Have you had a hard time coming here? I'm glad to see you. "

Yuan Yi nodded slightly, "On this trip to Jiangnan, chenqie met with her family. The journey was not arduous and was quite smooth."

Rong'er nodded slightly. "Is the Emperor healthy?"

"His Majesty was pretty well. He only got a slight illness in Suzhou, but it wasn't a serious illness. He recovered very quickly." Yuan Yi nodded and said.

"Oh, is the Emperor sick? Nor did they send anyone to inform the palace. " Rong'er worriedly mumbled.

"The Emperor's afraid that everyone will hurry up, right?" Yuan Yi said softly, then suddenly looked a little disappointed as he raised his head and said: "Imperial Concubine Rong, this time the Emperor brought back another person from Jiangnan."

Rong'er was holding a teacup and sipping her tea when she heard Yuan Yi's words. Her hand paused for a moment, but she still swallowed the tea and placed it down gently. She raised her head and looked at Yuan Yi Man nonchalantly, "What do you mean by that?"

"Imperial Concubine Rong, when we were in Su Prefecture, our daughter, Wang Jia Mi, was a Heavenly Immortal. Her zither arts were peerless, attracting the attention of the Emperor, and she was recruited as a zither master by the Emperor." Yuan Yi said slowly.

Rong'er lowered his head and chuckled. "I didn't think that you would find such a talent on this trip."

What she said to Yuan Yi wasn't that important anymore. Rong'er only felt bitterness in her heart, not jealousy, but an indescribable feeling in her heart. Or perhaps, it was just like when Yuan Yi entered the palace, it was inevitable that this Lady Wang entered the palace.

The next day, Rong'er met this Lady Wang. This Lady Wang lived in the harem as the zither master, and since she was a woman's wife, she stayed in the harem. She was arranged to stay in the palace where the imperial concubines lived. In the words of the emperor, since the Imperial Noble Concubine Yi's health was not good, Miss Wang could play the zither to relieve the frustration in Yi Yi's heart. When Rong'er paid his respects to his concubine, he saw this Miss Wang. Her pitch-black hair was tied up in a Chinese bun, and a few strands of black hair were scattered around her shoulders. Her skin was as thin as snow, her eyes were bright and beautiful, and her lips were red and toothless.

After paying his respects to Rong'er, he continued to stroke the zither with both hands. The sound of the zither was pleasant to the ear, as though it was flowing into her heart. Rong'er couldn't help but sigh in his heart; no wonder the Emperor brought her back to the imperial harem. Judging from her age, she seemed to be around seventeen or eighteen, which was also the most wonderful age for a woman. Rong'er immediately knew that the emperor definitely didn't admire just her zither … The so-called zither master was nothing more than avoiding the words of the empress dowager having died less than twenty-seven months ago.

Rong'er still remembered what Yuan Yi told her yesterday about their time in Suzhou. At that time, the emperor had paid a visit to Suzhou and stayed in the prefectural city of Suzhou, and every night, he would often hear the melodious sound of a zither, which attracted the emperor's attention. After asking, he found out that it was the daughter of the emperor who was seventeen years old playing the zither, but in fact, they had always heard from the court that the daughter of Suzhou was very beautiful, but because she was too beautiful, they couldn't bear to marry her out. These naturally aroused Xuan Ye's great interest. He declared that he would come to meet her. Upon seeing her, he became quite fond of her. She had stayed in the Suzhou region for almost a day. When they left, Xuan Ye was reluctant to part with them, so he asked if his daughter was willing to enter the palace as a zither master. He was naturally eager to know the county, but Lady Wang didn't say anything, so Lady Wang followed them back to the palace.

"Mistress, I heard Miss Wang is receiving her promised salary. She's really good on the streets of the imperial palace." After dinner, Little Qing and Rong'er chatted in the room.

"I understand. I heard about it when I went to Imperial Noble Concubine Yi's place in the afternoon." Rong'er nodded and sighed, "In the afternoon when I went to see Imperial Noble Concubine Yi, I saw that her body was weak. She was originally very thin, but now she is even thinner."

"Imperial Noble Concubine Yi is also a bitter person." Little Qing responded softly.

"Mother!" Her voice had just sounded when she appeared in front of Rong'er.

Rong'er frowned, "You're already at the age to get married, but you still can't remain calm. How long will it take for you to grow up? Look at Xin Yu. She's about the same age as you, so she's much more stable." Rong'er scolded her daughter.

Rongxian thought that he was smiling happily at Rong'er. He went to the table and picked up a teacup himself. Without waiting for Xiaoqing to come forward, he poured a cup of water and gulped it down.

"What's going on?" Rong'er asked curiously.

Rongxian walked over and sat down next to Rong'er with a smile on his face. "Crown Prince, all of them heard about the beauty of Miss Wang who just entered the palace and they all clamored for a chance to meet her!"

"These kids have never been so excited even when they saw Master!" Rong'er sighed and shook her head, "Did you sneak off to Brother He's place again?"

"Mother, what do you mean by sneaking away? Royal Amma allowed it!" Rongxian chuckled. "When I went to visit Ah Gou today, the crown prince was at Prince Yin's place. Since Huang Ama came out, I even saw him!"

"Oh? How is your Huang'ma? " Rong'er asked softly. Yesterday, the Emperor didn't return to the palace to meet her. In fact, she still felt a bit disappointed in her heart.

"Very well, your son even asked when Huang Ama would come to visit. Huang Ama said that she would definitely come back tomorrow or tomorrow, so don't be too infatuated with her." Rongxian chuckled.

"Little girl, you're getting more and more unruly. How can you talk about your grandma? You've wasted your time reading your book!" Ronger stared at the Constitution

"Oh right, when I met the crown prince in the afternoon, the crown prince said that the date of his birth in May was not to be congratulated as per usual. In addition, the day of mourning for the empress dowager had not passed yet, so Zhang Luo didn't have to go through the motions. The day before yesterday, I invited the eldest mother over to have a meal with the crown prince!"

Rong'er nodded and replied softly, "There's still more than a month left. We'll talk about it when the time comes!" He had never been born on the third day of the fifth month, because it was the day of the Queen's funeral, he would often be one day ahead of her, but it was also easy for him to eat a good meal, and he would often invite her over as well. Yes, this day was too sensitive, even after so many years, every time he thought about it, he would still feel a pang in his heart.