56 【The emperor appeases the wrath of the courtiers and daughters to die】
"There are many things you haven't thought of."
Of course I know the consequences of contradicting Fu Donglou, especially when he seems to be in a bad mood. Such behavior is tantamount to seeking death.
But thinking about the swarm of concubines just now, who came just after listening to Fu Donglou's order, I suddenly felt an indescribable displeasure.
People are really weird. When I thought I was the real princess, I flattered those royal aunts in every possible way. I just wanted to turn into the least offensive little white rabbit in front of them.
But once I knew that I was not the princess, my mentality became very indifferent. I felt that these concubines were just a group of ordinary women, and the man they served together had kissed me... It felt weird no matter how I thought about it.
Yes, but I can't tell what exactly is wrong.
I feel uncomfortable, and naturally I don’t want others to feel comfortable. Even if I am not the real princess, my unreasonable and awkward personality has already been deeply ingrained, and I will probably never change it.
I slowly got out of bed and walked towards Fu Donglou. My thick long skirt reached my ankles with a brocade embroidered phoenix on it, and I was about to soar. He asked me to be the princess well, and I took it as such, "Princess Xiyuan meets the emperor."
,Hail your Majesty."
I didn't salute him, just casually.
"It's really beyond my expectation. Could it be that your feelings for him have really changed?"
Fu Donglou must be referring to Lian Zheng. It seems that what the concubines said just now and my attitude of not denying it were all conveyed to him by the eyeliner without reservation.
I used to be very resistant to Lian Zheng, maybe because I was defeated by a greater stimulus, so the name Lian Zheng can no longer affect my calmness. Now the only thing that can affect my emotions is the person in front of me.
It stands to reason that eyeliners are always around enemies and hidden dangers. Who is a small character like me? It’s really enough for him to worry about!
I didn't answer Fu Donglou's "seriously" or "not seriously", but looked him in the eye accurately. There were countless undercurrents surging in them, but I turned a blind eye to them and asked questions to avoid answering, "I don't know."
Why did the emperor come to visit late at night?"
Fu Donglou's expression was as stinky as the stinky tofu that had been covered for three months, "Fu Xingan, is this the way you talk to me?"
Perhaps in the long palace life, there was always a need for some leaders who were not afraid of the power of the emperor to stimulate the emperor's mind, so as to add a bit of color to the spiritual realm of the king of this country.
I knelt straight down and said without any fear in my voice, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your daughter deserves death."
Due to lack of exercise, my knee joints made a "clicking" sound when I knelt down, which was even more jarring in the silent temple.
"you!"
I feel like I'm going to piss him off...
Before Fu Donglou fluttered his sleeves and left, as if his whole body was on fire, he frowned and threw a letter into my arms, and then said to me: "Yours!"
This emperor's posture that comes with ice and leaves with fire is really cool. If you want to blame it, I blame Jiang Shengu for making a mistake. I was so mean-spirited, ha.
The envelope was not sealed tightly, and there were four big words written on the outside: "Cherish the fate and express your gratitude". I took it out and took a look at it in confusion, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional:
【Xi Yuan:
Everything goes well except for Si Qing.
It gets cold at night, so you must cover yourself with a quilt.
——Lian Zheng] I suddenly realized something. The concubines said that I miss Lian Zheng, but I did not deny it; and Lian Zheng wrote to me, which also proves that he misses me. This kind of consensual desire is in Fu Donglou’s eyes.
Here, no wonder he came in the night and said those words.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the sixth year of Tianshou, snowflakes were flying.
This is the first snow of the year, and it comes later than usual.
I was wearing a tooth-white thick cotton robe. The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with complicated royal patterns. This was handmade by the Ministry of Internal Affairs after receiving an imperial order. Although it could resist the cold, it could not protect me from the cold.
Warming to the heart.
Because I think of my mother, let me continue to call her mother in my heart for the time being... Although she is good at gambling, she does very well in red needlepoint, no matter what the pattern is, such as the fat chicken and Fu Baobao's
Toad, the red carp and the crane I want, my mother can magically embroider them on our clothes.
Therefore, Fu Baobei and I can wear her handicrafts every winter and show off in front of the servants. Hey, it would be great if I could leave the palace and return to the palace...
Staring quietly into the distance in the heavy snow can make you look 90% sadder than usual.
The round-faced palace maid handed the stove to me and said, "Princess Xiyuan, my servant has added the charcoal. Please warm your hands."
"Well," I took it lightly, looked at her pleasant face, and talked to her, "What's your name?"
"The slaves were originally serving the empress in the harem. The empresses sent the slaves here and there, and each slave was given a name. But in the end, the slaves were transferred to the emperor's palace to serve them. No slaves dared to offend any empress, so they just
I don’t know my own name.”
"You serve in the emperor's palace, and he didn't give you a name?"
"The emperor always calls his slaves 'that one', which is very convenient and easy to remember."
"Hey..." I became even more melancholy, thinking about a woman's fate, "I will give you a name. From now on, you will be called Yuanyuan."
At this moment, Prince Chongzhong, who had not seen him for a long time, jumped out of nowhere. "I really can't stand it anymore, why are women always like this? There is a Lin Bing Yangzi in this book who is sick for a long time, that is,
You sigh like this and make you want to cry when you see anything. I hate such a sticky and wet woman, my dear, you have changed!"
The prince has really changed. His formerly chubby little face has become thinner, and even his eyebrows have become somewhat heroic. But when I look at the prince in front of me, I feel that he is possessed by the old and arrogant Taifu.
Get out of body.
"...Children who have not yet fully grown their hair are not qualified to talk about women." I replied to him.
The prince complained to me: "This is naked discrimination!"
-----(Small Theater 2: "Doomsday" reporter Lian Qiao: What will you do one day before the end of the world?
Lien Zheng: Kill the enemy.
Prince: What is the end of the world?
Jiang Huai: I will definitely find a few [beep————] to go with [beep————]. It’s the last day anyway. If I don’t declare [beep————] in the daytime, it will be a waste of my time in this world.
What a disaster~ (To take care of underage readers, mosaic is a must) Heart: One day before the end, I will first demolish the wall of Shengun’s house and then eat all the chickens in Wangfu’s side courtyard, and then I will encourage Chongzhong to give three yuan
, Sixi yelled at Fu Donglou, spitting and throwing stones! In this way, we will die without regrets!
Fu Donglou's face was expressionless.
Reporter Forsythia: So what will you do if the end doesn’t come?
Lian Zheng: Keep killing the enemy.
Prince: You haven’t told me what the end is?
Jiang Huai: If you don’t come... just replenish your health and retreat from the romantic world for the time being.
darling:……
Fu Donglou: I don’t care what will happen if the end of the world doesn’t come. I only know that if the end doesn’t come, the next day will be the end of Fu Xingan.
Reporter Forsythia:...Uncle, you win.)
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