407 Talking about love, visiting the boudoir in the middle of the night
Princess Anping twitched and told the queen the most difficult rumors about the imperial city. The more the queen listened, the uglier her face became. Fortunately, she still had reason to suppress her anger, and the queen showed a graceful smile.
"My son, don't cry. You are the princess of Dongling. How noble you are. Why should you compare yourself with an untouchable? No matter how much she worries about the country and the people, she can't change her humble background." The emperor did not hide his disgust and contempt for Feng Qingchen.
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"Mother, I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in. Why does she have such a good reputation? Feng Qingchen is obviously using gambling to make money and gathering people to gamble. Those people have no eyes at all. They all say good things about her. Really
It's too much, Queen Mother, can you please give Lu Yi an order to reprimand Feng Qingchen?"
Princess Anping was really angry. When she heard those people saying that Feng Qingchen was taking care of the country's worries and thinking about the people, she was so angry that she accused Feng Qingchen of being vulgar and smelling like copper. She was actually amassing money in the name of taking care of the country's worries.
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I thought it would attract everyone's support, but I didn't expect those young masters from aristocratic families to actually say that she didn't understand Feng Qingchen's good intentions. Feng Qingchen came up with such a strange trick for the sake of the people of the world.
What a strange move, it's obviously just gambling. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this gambling game has made a lot of money. Why do the people still say that Feng Qingchen is good? Even the young masters also praise Feng Qingchen.
Princess Anping was furious, but she could not defeat her with her four fists and could not take advantage of her words, so she returned to the palace to complain.
It's no wonder that Princess Anping suffered a loss. She didn't know that although Feng Qingchen proposed this bet, those aristocratic families and nobles were the ones who shared the benefits and reputation.
Those noble sons and powerful young masters who spoke for Feng Qingchen, their families were one of the initiators of this bet. Princess Anping said that Feng Qingchen was not good, but she said that they were not good. How could this be done...
Princess Anping didn't understand the twists and turns here, but the queen did, so she could say that Feng Qingchen was a bad person, but she couldn't say that the gamble was bad.
This bet involved many powerful people. Although it only lasted a few days, the power behind it was huge. Even her mother's family was involved. Even she could not easily criticize the bet.
It must be said that Feng Qingchen and Su Wenqing are capable people and do not want to win over the prince. However, they do not recommend winning over one or two of the supporters behind the prince. This way, someone will speak for them when something goes wrong.
The bustle of the world is all for profit; the bustle of the world is all for gain. The strongest relationships in the world are connected by interests, and the weakest relationships in the world are also connected by interests.
The interest alliance in this gambling game is only temporary, and their help in speaking for Feng Qingchen is also temporary. After the interests are divided, they will be disbanded and everything will return to the original point. Feng Qingchen understands this, and so does the Queen, but Princess Anping
But don't understand.
The things inside could not be explained to Princess Anping for a while, and the queen did not intend to tell her. She only made a promise: "My son, don't be angry. Feng Qingchen has been happy for a few days, and the queen mother will definitely help you out."
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Princess Anping raised her head and saw the fierceness flashing in the queen's eyes. Princess Anping was full of intelligence. She knew that every time the queen's eyes showed murderous intent, someone would die.
Even Princess Anping was afraid of this look. Duke Anping timidly called out: "Queen Mother?"
"Don't worry, my son. With your mother here, no one can bully you." The queen assured her again and again.
"Mother, do you have any plans? Do you want my son's help?" The fear lasted only a moment, and Princess Anping knew very well that her mother would not hurt her, but would only pave the way for her.
The queen smiled enigmatically, and tapped her index finger on Princess Anping's forehead: "You are such a naughty boy, I can't hide anything from you, so I don't need help. Just be good these days and wait for the good show."
"Queen Mother, Queen Mother, what have you done? Tell me, I can help you." Princess Anping stopped crying immediately, her eyes were bright, and she pulled the Queen to act coquettishly.
"Okay, okay, don't make trouble. The Queen Mother will handle this matter herself. A few days ago, the Royal Manufacturing Workshop bought a batch of jewelry. The Queen Mother saw that the styles are exquisite, so she left a few pieces for you to take a look at."
"If there's anything good to see, it's not the imperial concubine who chooses the rest. My daughter doesn't want it." Princess Anping muttered, saying this, but she didn't stand up slowly.
"They are just some dead things. The Queen of Dongling is your mother and I, and this will never change." The Queen patted Princess Anping on the shoulder, looking indifferent, but the cold light in her eyes made people understand.
The queen cares very much.
According to the system, after the items from the imperial workshop were presented to the emperor, the emperor kept a few pieces for the convenience of rewarders, and his father sent the rest to the empress. After the empress finished selecting, the other concubines had their share.
But this time, the emperor ordered that it be given to Concubine Xie Huang first, because the queen was very angry about this matter, but she was angry, but she had to be generous on the surface.
In the harem, women compete for the emperor's heart and power. Without the emperor's favor and the support of power, even the queen can only accept his anger.
In the palace, everything is peaceful on the surface, but in reality there is an undercurrent. Everyone wears a mask on their face. Under the friendly surface, they hide poisonous fangs that can kill anyone at any time.
Ignorance is bliss, and the ignorant Feng Qingchen had no idea that a conspiracy against her had been launched.
Feng Qingchen slept until dark. After having dinner, he thought about how to deal with the competition with Su Wan.
Even if she no longer cares about winning or losing, she still needs to be prepared at this time. If she loses too badly, it will definitely bring shame to Dongling. The emperor will definitely not let her pass, and the civil and military ministers of the court will not let her go.
For a better future, she must work hard.
Feng Qingchen was very wary of the Queen. She was not going to use the things the Queen had given her. She had not forgotten that when she was in the animal garden, her riding uniform was torn when it was torn.
Women are short-sighted, and their eyes can only see power and the struggle in the backyard. Sometimes, for the sake of personal grudges, they can ignore the interests of the country. Feng Qingchen deeply believes this, because she is just such a person.
She is not a person who does big things. What does the big things in the world have to do with her? She judges others by herself. The queen is most likely the same person. She must not have the intention to harm others and must have the heart to guard against others. No matter whether the queen has harmed her or not
Heart, it is always right for her to be on guard.
After Feng Qingchen ordered Tong Jue and Tong Yao to sew a riding outfit for her, Feng Qingchen went back to her room and prepared to continue sleeping. During the day, she got the sleep from last night, and tonight she got the sleep from tonight. Feng Qingchen knew that she
With my excellent sleeping skills, I don’t have to worry about not being able to sleep at night.
But Tong Jue and Tong Yao didn't know that they were afraid that Feng Qingchen would not be able to sleep at night after sleeping all day, so they presented the piano gifted by the Queen and the piano scores sent by Anguo Duke's government, and called them: "Practice before the game."
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The competition is about to begin, and Tong Jue and Tong Yao are really worried about Feng Qingchen's piano skills. In line with the principle of sharpening one's skills before the battle, Tong Jue and Tong Yao hope that Feng Qingchen can create a miracle at the last level and be able to play the beautiful piano within one day.
The sound of the piano.
However, ideals are full, but reality is skinny. After Tong Jue and Tong Yao each played a song and asked Feng Qingchen to choose which one to learn, Feng Qingchen said calmly: "You go and do your work first."
Well, leave the piano and I will figure it out by myself."
In fact, she didn't want to learn a single song. When she first started to learn the piano, it was easy to cut her fingers on the strings. She didn't want to hurt her hands. Besides, in just one day, she couldn't even learn a few songs with He He, even if she was a genius.
Su Wanbi who played piano for ten years.
Playing the piano would be humiliating oneself. Feng Qingchen had no intention of touching the piano, nor was she prepared to let the strings make sound. Although she was not afraid of rumors, she really didn't want to be embarrassed.
"Xiu, the competition between you and the daughter of the Su family is about to begin. If you don't practice the piano, you will lose at the first level of the piano. If Xiu doesn't want to practice the piano, then the slave will help Xiu practice ink and draw pictures for Xiu?" Tong
Jue saw that Feng Qingchen refused to play the piano, so he had to propose another option. As for why not let Feng Qingchen practice calligraphy?
Everyone knows that Feng Qingchen's calligraphy is really not very good, and it won't get any better no matter how hard she practices. Instead of expecting her to be good at calligraphy, it is better to expect her to be talented in painting.
As for chess?
Forget it, the piano can be played for a while, just learn a piece of music, but chess requires laying the foundation. There are four kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so Feng Qingchen probably can only focus on the piano and painting.
"I can't draw." Feng Qingchen was very honest. She couldn't do sketching, oil painting, traditional Chinese painting, etc. Not only could she not draw, she didn't even have the ability to appreciate.
She cannot understand the charm of ink painting, nor the beauty of oil painting.
Tong Jue and Tong Yao looked at each other, and the two women lowered their heads: "Xiu, what about the competition the day after tomorrow?" They were really worried that Feng Qingchen had nothing to offer.
"Don't worry, I have my own plan. You go down first and rest early if nothing happens." Feng Qingchen knew that Tong Jue and Tong Yao were worried, and she also knew that they were not the only ones who were worried, but...
No matter how worried you are, it can't change the fact that she knows nothing. She is not a woman who grew up with ancient traditional education. Let alone her, even Feng Qingchen from before is not sure that she can beat Su Wan in chess, calligraphy and painting.
Tong Jue and Tong Yao knew that Feng Qingchen had made a decision, and they had no right to question it. With loss and uneasiness, the two women walked out in silence.
Feng Qingchen sat on the chair and stared at the piano in a daze. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any good solution. Feng Qingchen didn't want to torture himself anymore, so he got up and got ready to sleep.
"Feng Qingchen, how do you plan to win over Su Wan?" A familiar voice came from behind. Feng Qingchen paused and looked along the voice: "Lan Jiuqing?"
"It's not me, who do you think it is?" Lan Jiuqing walked out of the darkness, and the candlelight reflected on his mask, flickering.
"Apart from you, who else would break into my boudoir in the middle of the night?" Knowing who the visitor was, Feng Qingchen put down her guard, motioned Lan Jiuqing to sit down, poured two cups of tea, and pushed one of them to Lan Jiuqing's chest.