The Job of an Imperial Concubine

Zhuang Luoyan leaned on the steadily moving chariot, watching the fireworks exploding in the sky, somehow suddenly thought of what Concubine Shu said a few days ago, which was as gorgeous as fireworks but fleeting.

A woman's youth is short. She is an ignorant child when she is born. When she becomes sensible, she has not enjoyed the innocence of many girls. She wants to get married and have children, and then devote the rest of her life to her husband, children, and her husband's parents. Three obediences and four virtues, tolerance and generosity are the duties that a woman will abide by throughout her life, even though her man has three wives and four concubines, spends his days and drinks, and even doesn't pay attention to her at all.

The women in the harem are not only a bit more dignified and luxurious than other women, they are also more miserable than ordinary women. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed. Zhuang Luoyan is a knowledgeable but covetous person who fears death, so she abides by the rules of the game and strives to make her life better. Sometimes when people have no way out, they can't compete with God.

"Master, the Hall of Peaceful Harmony is coming," Yun Xi reminded Zhuang Luoyan in a trance, lowering her voice, "This servant looks like Xu Zhaorong."

Zhuang Luoyan came back to her senses and looked at Xu Zhaorong who was walking from the opposite side with a smile on her face.

Xu Zhaorong's appearance is not stunning, what's rare is the delicate and romantic appearance on her body. She also knows that her appearance is not considered top-notch in the harem, so she knows how to highlight her advantages. So today wearing a pure white gauze satin skirt with a light yellow cloak makes people feel even more fragile. It's just that when she saw Zhuang Luoyan's attire, she felt a little nervous.

No woman likes to see another woman more suitable for the color she likes. Xu Zhaorong is not reconciled, but she has to admit that Zhuang Luorou is dressed just right. This snow-colored red plum skirt with white fox fur not only makes people feel a little pity but also Without losing luxury, it is just right to appear on the occasion tonight.

Zhuang Luoyan looked at Xu Zhaorong but couldn't help shivering. This is the only thing she's wearing this winter, and she really doesn't know if it's beautiful or freezing? Who said that Xu Zhaorong is delicate and wears so little in this kind of weather, only the iron-blooded real Yujie can resist.

"Sister Zhao Chongyi," Xu Zhaorong nodded reservedly, but the chariot she was sitting on was walking in front of Zhuang Luoyan unambiguously. When the wind blows, let the skirt under her cloak sway in the night, which is quite tasteful.

Taking a breath in silence, Zhuang Luoyan unconsciously tightened the fox fur around her body, making sure that no trace of cold wind could leak in, and then returned to her elegant sitting posture with a smile on her face.

Walking in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhuang Luoyan got off the chariot, supported Yun Xi's hand and slowly entered through the door on the right. The eunuch who was singing saw her, lowered his head and shouted loudly: "Zhao Chongyi is here!"

When Zhuang Luoyan entered the hall, he saw that men and women sat on the left and right, but the whole hall was very large, and there was a platform in the middle, so men and women were separated by a long distance. Look at this, the defense of men and women in this dynasty is not as abnormal as some dynasties in the history of the previous life, at least in this case men and women stay in the same place.

After greeting each other again, Zhuang Luoyan sat down on her seat, carefully concealing her gaze at the emperor sitting above her, never thinking that the other party was also looking at her, after a moment of surprise, she showed a shy smile, turned around But looking down at the jade bracelet on his wrist, he accidentally bumped his hand against the edge of the table, and the smile on his face twisted in pain.

"Tch," Feng Jin picked up his wine glass, trying to hide his smile, but finally let out a chuckle.

The queen turned her head to look at the emperor, then turned her head to look at Zhuang Luoyan who was sitting quietly on the side, raised her brows slightly and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, it's cold today, Zhao Chongyi came from Xihe Palace, and she is pregnant again, why don't you give me a gift?" She warms up with a bowl of hot milk tea."

"The queen decides everything." Feng Jin suppressed the smile on his face, without looking at Zhuang Luoyan.

The queen's smile remained unchanged, and she beckoned the maids to go down to prepare, and then said to the other concubines and the imperial family's wives: "Zhao Chongyi is pregnant now, so you must be more careful."

Everyone said yes, and those who had children talked about some things to pay attention to during pregnancy.

Zhuang Luoyan played Tai Chi with the women around her with a shy smile, but secretly gritted her teeth in her heart, the queen was trying to attract hatred for herself.

After receiving the hot milk tea presented by the court lady, Zhuang Luoyan got up to thank the emperor and queen, and took a sip without hesitation. The milk tea tasted normal, and there should be nothing special added.

After a while, Prince Gao Meimei led his envoys into the main hall and made a pilgrimage, and some of the envoys read out a list of gifts. The names of each tribute are very auspicious, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that these things are not rare items.

Zhuang Luoyan looked at this tall American prince, he was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his appearance was not very distinctive. Although he was a prince of a country, he seemed too respectful in front of Feng Jin, losing a country The aura that a prince should have.

"The prince doesn't need to be too polite." Feng Jin waved his hand, "Come here, give me a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor." Pu Tairuan thanked him again, and bowed in the direction of the concubines, before sitting down on his own seat, not even daring to glance at him.

Zhuang Luoyan watched Prince Gao Mei's every move, somehow felt that this prince was not as incompetent as he appeared on the surface. After all, any rogue country must have an invincible thick skin. This guy put on a respectful look on his face, maybe he was thinking about how to get benefits in Kyushu.

"It's a coincidence that the prince came here. It happens to be Laba today. I and all my lovers are usually busy with court affairs. It's rare to relax and hold a banquet. The prince should not be polite tonight." Feng Jin didn't wait for Pu Tairuan's answer, and clapped his hands together. Then there were dancers, singers and musicians who filed in, and the whole banquet suddenly became lively.

The pipa is like jade beads on the plate, the singing is like the sound of nature, and the dance is graceful. Zhuang Luoyan has to admit that the royal bred is indeed very good, at least more beautiful than the so-called classical dance of later generations.

"Lord Zhuang, I heard that Zhao Chongyi is pregnant with a dragon son, so I'm here to congratulate you first."

Zhuang Shilang looked at the officials in front of him, and raised his glass with a half-smile: "It is Zhao Chongyi's duty to breed dragons for the emperor, Lord Su, you are welcome." Although this person is not a high-ranking official, he is a branch of the Su family People who come to congratulate at this moment are not sincere.

The official's face twitched, the surname Zhuang's words were modest on the surface, but inwardly he was mocking Concubine Shu for not even doing her duty? Who doesn't know that Concubine Shu has not conceived a child for several years after being favored, "No matter where, not everyone conceives the dragon species. Zhao Chongyi is indeed a holy family, Zhenglong, and has deep blessings."

"Your Majesty Su is serious, it's all about the emperor's great love." Zhuang Shilang took a sip of his wine, not taking up his words. Now that his younger sister is pregnant, I don't know how many people are staring at the dealer. He doesn't want to take the handle and give it to others.

The official wanted to say something else, but when he saw the ladies of the court filing in with bowls of Laba porridge, he had no choice but to withdraw his thoughts unwillingly and watched the exquisite Laba porridge being served.

Waiting for no one to bother him anymore, Zhuang Shilang glanced at his younger sister who was sitting very close to the throne. Only one year of life in the harem seemed to have changed a lot for the originally self-willed younger sister. He glanced at it, and even felt a little strange. He knew early on that the harem was difficult, a few days ago his sister fell out of favor, but he was powerless to help him, now that she was favored again, he didn't know whether to be worried or happy for her.

At this moment, the queen suddenly said: "This year's Laba porridge is very fine, Zhao Chongyi should use more of it. For those who are healthy, it is very beneficial to eat more beans."

Zhuang Shilang's heart trembled. The Queen's words were obviously intended to push his sister to the forefront. The harem was complicated, and the child in her womb was only over a month old...

"Queen, don't be too careful," Feng Jin said, "You love her so much, why have you forgotten that you also like to eat these things. The waiters around Zhao Chongyi are all fine, and I will send two more pregnant women later. The nanny who will do it will be in Xihe Palace, so don't tire yourself out."

In the eyes of outsiders, these words not only expressed the love for the queen, but also expressed the favor for Zhao Chongyi, it was really appropriate. But the queen felt that the emperor valued the child in Zhao Chongyi's womb, at least it was different from the indifference of the previous pregnant concubines.

"It turns out that the honorable emperor and concubine have children," Pu Tairuan got up and said, "Your Majesty the emperor will be blessed by the heavens, and I will worship you."

What do you have to admire when a concubine is pregnant? Zhuang Luoyan was shocked by how shameless Gao Mei's flattery was, she lowered her head to hide the twitching corners of her mouth, as expected, no one is invincible.

"When I act, I don't ask for heaven and earth, but only for a clear conscience." Feng Jin smiled lightly, obviously not accepting this kind of flattery, "Prince Gao Mei thinks highly of me."

"His Majesty the Emperor is broad-minded, but the ministers are narrow-minded." Pu Tairuan flattered the horse's leg, without any embarrassment, and still gave it high hats.

Feng Jin raised his eyebrows, he was not interested in this kind of flattery, his eyes shifted slightly, and he saw the face of his concubine Zhao Chongyi... It seems that his concubine also doesn't like Gao Meimei's behavior upper eye. Cursing the corners of his mouth, Feng Jin put down his wine glass, it was really interesting to say such words that night.

Following Feng Jin's line of sight, the queen saw Zhao Chongyi who was hanging his head down eating Laba porridge, paused slightly with the hand holding the silver spoon, and then looked back with a normal expression.

"Master?" Lingsha, who was serving behind Concubine Shu, called softly when she saw that the Laba porridge in her bowl hadn't moved.

Concubine Shu lowered her eyelids, looking at the sticky porridge in the bowl, she seemed to have lost her appetite.

"Concubine Shu seems to have a bad appetite today?" Concubine Xian glanced at Concubine Shu and wiped the corners of her mouth, "I think this year's Laba porridge is better than previous years."

"Concubine Xian likes to use more." Concubine Shu scooped up the porridge in the bowl and replied with a smile, "I have a little less appetite today..."

"master!"

Concubine Shu's words were interrupted by a scream. She looked in the direction of the scream, but saw Zhao Chongyi lying in front of the table, clutching her stomach. The snow-white fox fur on her body was dyed bright red. Qiu Shang looked particularly glaring.