Chapter 63 Granted Residence in Changyi Palace (Additional Update)
Wen Xiaotu suddenly had a thought in her mind. Did the emperor mean to show her another formal palace without a seat of honor? In this way, she would have a small kitchen and no direct boss, which would be a good thing!
Wen Xiaotu's eyes were full of expectations, and his tone was extremely gentle: "I wonder which palace the emperor wants to assign to the concubine?"
Emperor Ming Zhao did not think deeply about this and said casually: "There are many vacant palaces in the East and West Palaces, so... Changyi Palace."
"Changyi Palace?" Wen Xiaotu was surprised. Changyi Palace was the first of the Six East Palaces! Concubine Xian's Jingyi Palace was only the second in the East Sixth Palace!
Wen Xiaotu said weakly: "Your Majesty, this is not appropriate, is it? Changyi Palace has always been the palace of noble concubines?" - Tianze Dynasty has not produced a noble concubine, so Changyi Palace has been there for ten years.
No one has ever checked in.
Ming Zhao glanced sideways at Mrs. Wen, looking like a coward with no future, "You are overthinking, I didn't grant you the right to live in the main palace!"
Wen Xiaotu thought to herself, that's right, she just lives in a side hall.
Patting his flat chest, Wen Xiaotu felt blessed, his eyebrows flying with joy, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."
Xiao had been thinking about it for so long, and she finally had her own little kitchen!
Everyone celebrates!
Looking at Mrs. Wen's happy eyes, the emperor Mingzhao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, "You need to understand that I am the emperor and the master of Daxuan Palace." - Don't be so fussy and just go and fawn over.
A little ninth concubine!
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Wen Xiaotu took advantage of it and was naturally very sweet-tongued, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, so why don't I serve you for dinner?" - I'm so hungry early.
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Ming Zhao nodded slightly, this is the right thing to do.
It was said that she was serving the emperor's dinner, but this time the emperor still allowed her to sit down and dine together without having to watch His Majesty enjoy the delicious food. It was really great.
Sometimes, His Majesty the Emperor is still very generous!
Wen Xiaotu obediently moved the light and delicious food to His Majesty the Emperor, and moved all the big fish and meat in front of him. For a while, everyone had their own place, and they all ate happily.
After dinner, Wen Xiaotu, as usual, was led by Qiu Shuang, the imperial minister's sleeping mammy, to the side hall for a nice bath, and then came to "go to bed".
Ming Zhao rarely stays up late to review papers, because he can handle all government affairs during the day - unless it is an important military mission or a major disaster.
So at this moment, His Majesty the Emperor is sitting on the big couch by the window, well, it is the ancient version of the sofa - even so, the Emperor is still sitting upright, not like sitting on a casual sofa, but more like
When attending court to listen to government affairs, he sat upright on the dragon throne, his posture upright and he didn't even lean on the backrest behind him.
Wen Xiaotu couldn't help but complain silently, what's the point of sitting on the sofa if you don't spread out?
She silently held a cup of tea and placed it gently on the red sandalwood Japanese corner kang table beside His Majesty the Emperor. "Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Ming Zhao was holding an ancient book in his hand when he suddenly heard Wen's voice. He couldn't help but be startled. He put down the ancient book and took a look at Wen's humble and gentle eyebrows. "You are really fast today."
Wen Xiaotu sneered, didn't you dislike me for taking a bath last time? So you didn't dare to take a bath this time...
"I'm afraid of disturbing the emperor's early sleep." After all, he still had to finish the half-hour performance of "Serving the Emperor in the Bedroom."
Ming Zhao picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "That's not the case."
Wen Xiaotu: Then I want to go to the side hall to sleep early.
After traveling back in time to ancient times, her schedule has been adjusted very well, and she goes to bed early and gets up early almost every day.
She walked quietly to the seven-story pagoda incense burner and added two spoons of soothing incense into the burner. Well, it smelled really soothing and calming. She didn't know how it was mixed.
Then he walked up to His Majesty the Emperor with slender steps and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, would you like my concubine to help you lay out the dragon couch?"
Ming Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at her intently.
Wen Xiaotu felt uncomfortable being looked at. She quickly explained: "I really don't have any other intentions. I will help you clean up the dragon bed. After I leave, you can go and sleep in it directly."
No need to call someone in to make the bed."
Ming Zhao's expression remained motionless, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he said calmly: "You can figure it out." - He was given the Changyi Palace, but he was much more attentive.
Wen Xiaotu smiled and hurriedly slipped to the east side and opened the curtain leading to the inner room. She used her feet to hang the two layers of curtains on the golden hooks on both sides, especially the outer curtain was really thick and thick.
Shen, the hook is still so high! Can the maid in front of the emperor really reach it?
There is a layer of woven gold satin tent and a layer of light gauze tent, but they are only the partition between the bedroom and the study room. Inside is a huge dragon couch - a column bed with carved clouds and dragons that connects to the sky and the ground.
This bed takes up almost as much space as a small room.
To be precise, the Babu bed is a bedroom in itself!
Visually, the bed is at least seven feet wide, surrounded by fences, and there is a corridor inside the fence that can accommodate several people to move around. There are also bedside tables, bedside stools, footrests, incense tables and other furniture in the corridor - these are all
It’s considered part of the Babu bed!
You can imagine how big this bed is!
Secretly speechless, Wen Xiaotu hurriedly hung up the two layers of curtains on the bed one by one, the outer brocade curtain and the inner gauze curtain. She saw the brocade quilts stacked neatly into a hill inside the bed——
I guess there are no less than ten.
She was confused, why on earth were there so many quilts on the bed?!
Scratching her head, she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Only then could she reach the brocade quilt. After all, it was more than two meters wide!! And the place where the quilts were stacked was not included!
If you don’t climb up, you really can’t reach it!
Emperor Ming Zhao, who was sitting on the big Arhat couch in the study, saw this series of actions very clearly. At first he saw Mrs. Wen hanging up the curtains with her feet on her feet, and he couldn't help but laugh. This Mrs. Wen was too short...
You're seventeen, so you shouldn't grow any taller, right?
Just as he was watching Mr. Wen's joke, he saw Mr. Wen taking off his shoes, sticking his butt out, and climbed onto his dragon couch.
Ming Zhao was suddenly stunned. He naturally understood that Wen's intention was not intentional, but that she was short in stature and had short arms. If she did not climb up, she would not be able to reach the quilt and make the bed.
But at this moment, Ming Zhao felt a little strange in his heart: I don't hate it at all.
Mrs. Wen knelt and crawled on the couch, adjusting the brocade quilt that had been pulled down. Because she was only wearing a short jacket with pipa sleeves on her upper body, when she was adjusting the quilt, she spread it left and right, and the skirt of her clothes also slid. As a result... she revealed a touch of white jade.
The lower back!
Ming Zhao's pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, "Don't look at anything inappropriate!"
That’s not right, Mrs. Wen is my concubine, why is it inappropriate?!
Thinking of this, Ming Zhao looked over again openly, only to see that Mrs. Wen had straightened up and was arranging the piles of quilts inside.
After pulling off the top thin quilt, the pile of quilts became a little skewed, so Wen was carefully correcting it.
Ming Zhao's heart suddenly felt strange. He couldn't explain the feeling of uncertainty. There was actually some regret in this feeling.
He couldn't even help but think about Wen's face under the veil...
"Okay!" Wen Xiaotu clapped her hands. Unexpectedly, making the bed was quite troublesome. She carefully got off the bed, put on her shoes, and lowered the four layers of tents one by one, and then returned to His Majesty the Emperor.
