Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three Love Even More
Yin raised her thin lips, glanced at the queen lightly, and said, "I think it's suitable."
Uranala suddenly became embarrassed and did not dare to say any more. He only bent his knees and said in a muffled voice: "Yes!"
Although she agreed, she only felt upset in her heart. She was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "Since the emperor has given this order, I can just go and make arrangements."
Yin glanced at the queen and said naturally: "That's not necessary. Mr. Ji is in my back hall. I will arrange it for you, so the queen doesn't need to worry."
Ulanara was choked to the point of being unable to speak, and after a while he only uttered the word "yes".
She gradually raised her eyes and looked at the pale gold dragon patterns on the emperor's cuffs and collar. Under the palace lantern, the embroidery threads overlapped and the gold flickered, making people unable to open their eyes.
Seeing Yin turn around and leave without any nostalgia, Ulanara's eyes dimmed, he held Hua Rong's hand and walked aside, and sat down on the chair slumpedly, feeling that a layer of blood had appeared in the palm of his hand.
I was sweating heavily, and the pair of flowerpot-soled shoes I was wearing seemed to be made of cotton. They were top-heavy and light but lacked the strength to catch them.
Seeing the queen's expression, Hua Rong naturally knew what was going on, so she leaned into Ulanala's ear and whispered: "Your Majesty, after all, the one from Jingyang Palace has made a meritorious service today."
Ulanara raised his head in confusion and glanced at Huarong.
Hua Rong only said this, not daring to say anything more. He looked back at Concubine Nian, who was tired on the ground, and then changed the subject. He just reminded Ulanara in a low voice: "Empress, Concubine Nian... Nian... is still waiting.
It’s up to you to deal with it!”
She was at a loss for words and didn't know how to address Nian. Nian had offended Sheng Yan so much that she committed suicide in front of the emperor and wanted to assassinate the emperor. It was a miracle that the emperor could spare her life and demoted her to an official daughter.
The so-called official women are women in the Forbidden City who are lower than those in the imperial palace.
But the status of official women is slightly higher than that of palace maids.
Not only were they women who belonged to the emperor, but they also had to perform certain duties as palace maids, such as serving tea and water.
After entering the customs, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will organize a maiden draft every year, which has become a established practice, commonly known as the "small selection". The women who are successfully selected will be assigned to various palaces to serve as official ladies or maidens.
In addition, if Chang Zai agrees to be punished, he will often be demoted to an official daughter.
However, it has been rare since the founding of the People's Republic of China to plummet from the rank of imperial concubine to official position.
The concubine Nian, who had been raised with splendid jewels and jade since she was a child, was now demoted to the rank of an official girl, almost living with the palace maids. Naturally, this was a great humiliation for her.
Such a treatment, for Concubine Nian, who has always been proud and arrogant...
It would be worse than death. Huarong shuddered and thought silently.
Ulanara closed his eyes slightly and forced himself to focus on the matter of Concubine Nian first.
When she opened her eyes again, her face had become much calmer, and she just said slowly: "Ms. Nian, since you are an official girl now, it is always unreasonable not to work, but where to work? But you are really a
problem."
She nodded and said: "Did you hear it too? The emperor said just now that he is completely fed up with you and doesn't want to hear anything about the Nian family anymore! I can't arrange for you to serve tea and water in the Yangxin Hall. There is no way.
It pierced the emperor's eyes, but in the end you blamed me."
Uranala changed into a comfortable position, sighed leisurely and said: "...Originally, the official ladies next to me enter the palace to serve. If they fail to win the favor of the emperor, they can leave the palace after reaching the age of twenty-five as a rule.
, you can still get a pen of silver, but at your age, and as someone who has served the emperor... it’s really difficult to handle!"
When she said this, she gently pressed the corner of her mouth with her handkerchief, half-smiling.
Concubine Nian said coldly: "Ulanara, you don't have to treat people so badly, just come and deal with them however you want! From Prince Yong's Mansion to the Forbidden City, I have never been afraid of you for so many years, and now in this situation, I am even more afraid of you."
fear!"
Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw Xiao Chenzi and three or four imperial doctors hurried in as if there was wind under their feet. Seeing that the queen was still here, everyone hurriedly kicked their sleeves and knelt down to greet the queen.
The queen shouted, glanced at Xiao Chenzi again, and then asked: "This is...?" She had already guessed it in her heart, and her heart gradually sank.
Sure enough, Xiao Chenzi looked embarrassed and just said in a low voice: "Back to the Queen, this servant is following the Emperor's wishes. I also ordered a few imperial doctors who are good at treating Jinchuang. Here... here..."
Even after seeing Dr. An, the emperor was still worried about the noble Xinji.
After he finished his reply, he just lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the queen's face. He could only hear the sound of dripping outside the palace, mixed with the sound of the clock ticking, and the rest was the sound of the old concubine's heavy breathing.
After a long while, the queen looked calm and said: "Your Majesty is right! Mr. Ji's injury is indeed dangerous. It is time to check it carefully tonight. Okay, you can take people over quickly, don't delay the situation."
Xiao Chenzi responded repeatedly, bowed again, climbed up, and led several imperial doctors to the back hall.
Ulanala slowly held a lake silk peony embroidered silver phoenix handkerchief in her hand. A look of boredom appeared on her face. She suddenly turned to Hua Rong and said, "Go back to the palace! Take Nian with you."
Hua Rong glanced at Nian and whispered, "Yes, empress."
The crowd gathered around the queen as she came out of the Ziyangxin Palace. The palace was vast, and the bright yellow phoenix had already been waiting at the foot of the steps.
Hua Rong bowed and helped the queen get on the carriage.
Ulanara raised his hand, lightly scratched the corners of his eyebrows and eyes with his armor, and raised his eyes solemnly.
She suddenly turned around and saw a row of palace lanterns swaying in the wind under the eaves of the palace, the lights dimmed.
The entire Yangxin Hall was shrouded in a gray sky. The sky was no longer as dark as ink just now, but showed some grayish white. The moon was immersed in the floating clouds in the west, and a pale white halo seemed to be melting into it.
In the clouds, the shape of the moon can no longer be seen clearly.
A faint glow appeared in the east.
Ulanara raised his head and looked at the sky for a long time. The moon in the sky was very pale.
But no matter how pale it is, it is still the moon.
The surrounding stars cannot outweigh the light of the moon.
She finally lowered her head, stretched out her armor, and tapped the armrest of the carriage, which was the signal to start driving.
Because they were still in front of the Yangxin Hall, the serving eunuchs did not dare to speak loudly. They just lowered their voices and sang in a long voice: "The Queen, please take off!"
The shoulder carriage was lifted steadily.
Ulanara's sight was suddenly raised, and his field of vision suddenly broadened.
She raised her chin and looked far into the distance. A group of black palace crows flapped their wings and "swiped" past the palace wall, leaving a few broken feathers floating leisurely.
Folk legend has it that hundreds of years ago, when this majestic former Ming Imperial City was being built, Zhu Di, the Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, personally issued an order setting the total number of rooms in the palace at 9,999 and a half.
Ulanara slowly tightened his grip on the armrests of the shoulder carriage.
This is the Forbidden City, this has always been the Shura place for women in the harem, and she is the real mistress who is above those Yingyan, watching the disputes with cold eyes.
