The Job of an Imperial Concubine

On the day when Zhuang Yuqing was buried in Fuling, Zhuangluo stood on the Wangyue Pavilion in the palace and watched the funeral team leave. The morning breeze of the spring breeze blew some people's hearts, and let her keep up with the cold.

"The niece, it's time to go back." Listening to the bamboo for Zhuangluo and adding a cloak, I saw the funeral team that could hardly see the shadow. "This is the case in the harem. If you are pampered, you can have no two in the limelight. You can bully. Today, you don’t count on others, and others won’t let you go.”

Zhuang Luo turned and went downstairs. Suddenly he saw a lot of carriages coming from the east gate and asked, "What are those carriages doing?"

"The goddess is forgotten. Today is the day when the newcomers enter the palace. The daughters in the carriages are the daughters of various localities or certain officials. If they are emphasizing the emperor, they will stay." The carriage entered the palace gate, and behind the carriage was a round of rising sun.

Even if there is a rising sun, this scene does not make people see the semi-separator.

Zhuang Luo looked at this scene silently, and was a group of women who lost their freedom. They stayed in this battle and lived in battle.

"The maiden does not have to worry, even if there is a newcomer into the palace, your position in the emperor's heart will still not change." Listening to the bamboo see Zhuangluo silent, thinking that she is worried about the newcomer into the palace, can not help but open the mouth "The Shugui of Anqing Palace has always been favored by the emperor. In recent years, many newcomers have also entered. I have never seen the emperor have a half-heartedness towards her."

Zhuang Luo smiled. "Where do you want to go, I am just feeling deeply."

What do you feel? Listening to bamboo is somewhat puzzled.

When he turned and walked down, he heard the words of his master and said.

"It’s a pity that the beautiful flowers will be thanked when the spring is over."

In the temple, there are twenty or thirty brocade women. These women are all pretty, and they look at each other and hide their hostility. But no one dares to let go of this occasion, squatting and waiting for the arrival of other maidens. .

On this occasion, the harem of the second product is to be present. Although these women are young and prosperous, they also know that these high-ranking goddesses are not guilty.

"Xu Zhaorong arrived."

The women all saluted, carefully looked at the Xu Zhaorong, weak Liu Fufeng, can not tell the elegance and romantic.

Xu Zhaorong looked at the women standing, the soft face appeared a trace of pride.

"Shu Gui is here."

The women in the field know that Shu Guizhen is extremely favored. After seeing the people, they can't help but feel a sense of self-defeating. Although the lady is not very expensive, but she is shocked and scared, people can't help but avoid it.

"Showai is here!"

Upon hearing this report, the women once again carefully exercised their spirits. Although this position is not as good as the singularity, but in just over a year, she entered the palace and was promoted to the position of sage, and was greatly favored by the emperor. Before, the family had reminded them that the master could not easily offend.

When the Zhao Xianrong came in, the women felt that the Zhao Xianrong was not as beautiful as the Shugui, but he had his own characteristics, especially the eyes of the gods and the gentleness of the body. gas.

"The girls don't have to be polite," Zhao Xianrong said, and people heard her refreshing voice. Although it is not a rare sound, it can make the listener feel refreshed. It can be seen that this Zhao Xianrong has this sacred darling, and it has its own characteristics.

Zhuang Luozhen let the following women carefully look at themselves, and after seeing the other crickets at the meeting, they took the right position and sat down. Seeing Xu Zhaorong, who was sitting opposite her, was slow and slow. Slowly, I removed my sight.

After a while, other crickets arrived, and the Queen also helped the hand of the palace lady to arrive. The next step was to wait for the public goods emperors to appear. As for the Queen Mother who is the emperor's aging mother, she said that she would like to be sincere and loyal to the Buddha.

The emperor took a bunch of big and small wives to pick a little wife, and the scene should not be too harmonious. Zhuang Luo squinted at the dozens of beautiful women standing underneath, and I don't know which beauty will be thrown into the battlefield of the harem.

She is a pity for these beautiful people, but these beautiful people each have the ambition of Qingyun, and I really should have the words of the fish and the fish.

"Fangcai Palace has opened a lot of flowers in the Imperial Garden. It is really colorful and makes people look at it." The Queen looked down. "It seems to be a good day to enjoy flowers."

"Queen's maiden is a person who cherishes flowers, and nature can't appreciate it," Shugui said with a smile on her face. She didn't look at a bunch of women standing below. "Hey is a solid eye, and the flowers he likes are so one or two." The other flowers are so beautiful, so it’s not beautiful.

"Shu Guizhen is so good," the Queen smiled and looked at Shugui, "Ming Japan Palace has a flower banquet in the Imperial Garden, you can enjoy a favorite flower."

Zhuang Luo squinted his head, too lazy to listen to the Queen and Shu Guiyan words, occasionally look at the following beautiful women, waiting for the emperor to pick people to take away.

"The emperor is driving!"

The Lord finally came, Zhuang Luo and all the people got up and saluted, seeing the emperor through a group of beautiful people sitting on the top of the golden silk wood dragon chair.

"It’s all excuses," Feng said, casually looking at the woman under the eyes. The line of sight turned to the few sittings. "The queen can have the right one."

"I think these women are all good, or you have to come to the palm of your hand." The Queen’s words are not leaking.

Zhuang Luo squinted at the emperor with the **** pattern hanging on his body, letting his wife choose a little wife for her husband. This kind of thing should not be too masochistic. It is not easy to do this.

Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many empresses were folded in the hands of the **** emperor. I don’t know how many women who have suffered together with the founding emperor finally became queens who did not have the emperor’s favor and loneliness, but also struggled with the young.

Of course, Zhuang Luozhen feels that he is also a member of the Queen's career. This kind of opposition is really helpless, but in any case, the emperor is definitely the maker of the harem tragedy.

The monsters of the emperor, for women, are mostly attributed to slag, and the blood is thick and high, which is difficult to overcome.

At the time when Zhuangluo was jealous in his heart, the emperor had already begun to choose beauty. Every time a woman goes up, the **** reads the age and family background, and then the emperor decides whether to stay or not.

"Flower red sleeves, year seventeen, the daughter of the rites minister."

"The female lady's red sleeves meet the emperor, the emperor is long lived, and the queen, the queen is a thousand years old, and I have seen the empresses."

The so-called Bi yarn waits for the spring of the spring, and the red sleeves add a fragrant night to read. When Zhuangluo hears the name, he can't help but look down. This is a bad name for the girl who gave her daughter such a elegant and frivolous name. ?

The woman next to her is wearing a peach-colored skirt, wearing a simple hanging plaque, and the blue silk hanging from her ear can smear her skin. A small face can’t be poured into the country, but it is very pure. sweet.

"You call the red sleeve?" Feng looked at the girl below, "but the red sleeves with red sleeves?"

"Back to the emperor, the female is indeed this red sleeve." The girl raised her head and smiled at the emperor, and looked innocent.

Reading in the snowy night, the red sleeves are fragrant in the night... Zhuang Luo looked at the girl who smiled and looked good and innocent. Is this woman really ignorant or pretending to be naive?

Feng nodded and faintly opened, "Leave it."

The **** who served next to him immediately wrote down the name of the red sleeve and then began to call the next one.

I just kept calling a few women, and I didn’t see the emperor nodding. At this time, the only ones who were left behind were the red-haired sleeves of the rites of the rites and the women of the state’s supervised wine.

As the number of women who retired was getting fewer and fewer, there were still only two people left, and everyone in the room was pretty good until the last woman appeared.

"Ning Yu, the 18th year, the daughter of Dali Temple Shaoqing."

To let Zhuangluo describe the language of this song, it can only be described by a peerless beauty. This Ning 笙 song not only plunges into the country, but also brings some scent of cold and clear, and no one in the room can match her color.

Not to mention other embarrassment, even Shu Gui's face is dark and dark, such a color into the harem, I am afraid that all the people in the harem will be compared.

Feng Jing stared at the woman who was called Ning Yu, and slowly opened her mouth. "Leave it."

Zhuang Luozhen found that although the emperor looked at Ning Yu for a while, although there was a sense of surprise in the eyes, but it was not shocked by the taste of heaven, it is enough to see that this emperor is destined to become an emperor who was mistaken for the United States.

The Queen looked at her eyes and said, "The girl from Ning is outstanding."

"That's the way it is," Feng said with a faint gesture. "That's just three people, and the Hougong is also full, don't have to leave too many people."

"I know that the emperor is worried about things, but I have to pay attention to my body." The Queen advised.

"Oh, I know, the Queen doesn't have to worry about it," the emperor looked at the people standing still under his eyes. "It’s all gone, and you should have a diligent government office."

"Gong Gong to the emperor." The empress and the princes got up and bowed and watched the emperor's departure.

Out of the temple, Zhuangluo looked up at the clear sky and turned to the bamboo behind him: "Today's weather is just right, it is better to go to the open space behind our palace for a while."

Listening to bamboo and Yun Xi followed and looked at the sky, Yun Xidao said: "It is indeed a good day to put paper."

Feng Cheng’s rushed out of the hand, out of the Qinzheng Hall, and occasionally looked up, he saw the colorful peacock paper basket flying in the air, blinking for a while, "Where is this put it?"

"Back to the emperor, Yi Nu only squatted, this should be in the Hee Hee Palace." Gao Dezhong looked up and said, "The weather is pleasant today, it is no wonder that Zhao Xianrong wants to put paper and enjoy it."

"In this case, I went to see you." Feng Jin came with two points of interest. Just after a few steps, he saw the Queen coming with the palace eunuch. He had to stop and wait for the Queen to come over.

"I have seen the emperor," the empress went forward.

"Is there anything to see in the Queen?" Feng looked at the Queen and then looked up at the paper basket flying in the sky.

"Back to the emperor, I want to ask the three newcomers who have just entered the palace, what is the emperor ready to give them?" The queen looked at the emperor's gaze, just to see the beautiful peacock paper basket.

"There is nothing to ask, but it is just entering the palace, Yan Yu and the red sleeves are all sealed. Ning Yu looks good and seals a noble person." Feng Jin regained his sight. "If the queen has nothing else, he will retreat." Let's go."

The smile on the Queen's face was stiff and stiff. After the ceremony was given to the emperor, she silently retreated. When she went to the place where the emperor could not see it, she looked up again at the paper basket in the sky, with an expressionless opening. "That is Which palace?"

"The niece, the slave is Xihe Palace," and the jade language is mocking. "Zhao Xianrong is really good." What papers are there at this time, I don't know if I am really happy or pretending.

The queen looked at the peacock swinging in the air, and her eyes were a bit complicated. "Who can't be interested in this harem?"

Feng Jin came to Xihe Palace, just approached the backyard, and heard the laughter of Zhuangluo, pure joy and relaxation.

"Mother, you relax the line a little, and it's getting a lot of wind. Be careful to break the line."

"Reassured, I know how to put it. Hey, listen to bamboo, your little swallow has not been put up yet."

Listening to this kind of girl-like dialogue, Feng Xiao remembered that her Zhao Xianrong was not only 18 years old and innocent.

I lifted my foot into the backyard and saw only a little messy hair. The ruddy face was sitting on the grass without any image. The sun shone on her face, and it was bright and dazzling.

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