Today seems to be the time to take medicine again.
Watching the emperor take the warm water handed to him by the eunuch and take a pill, Xia Tingzhen's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't say anything else.
He never tries to persuade things that shouldn't be done... He just needs to make adequate plans for himself.
"If your Majesty has no other instructions, I will take my leave first."
Emperor Qingming nodded.
Xia Tingzhen exited the imperial study, turned around and went down the white marble stairs, with a faint smile in her eyes.
When the sky was getting dark, a crescent moon had quietly climbed up to the top of the sky.
"...Why did the emperor choose him to escort the imperial envoy to Dongyuan!"
In the inner hall of Yongfu Palace, Concubine Rong frowned tightly with her carefully painted eyebrows, and her eyes were filled with worry: "There are so many available people, how could you choose him?"
"Holy queen, please speak down, speak down..." The nanny on the side kept urging her. She was afraid that this young lady would say something shocking, so she quickly comforted her and said, "I heard that it was recommended by Xia Shoufu... This might not be a bad thing."
It's a good thing, maybe it can be appreciated and put to good use by His Majesty."
"What a good thing!" Concubine Rong Guifei clutched the handkerchief tightly, "Haven't you heard that in Dongyuan City, Yuan Zhao was killed by the Duke of Zhen just because of a disagreement! This trip is so dangerous, what kind of thing is this?
Good thing!"
"Empress!" Mammy simply grabbed Concubine Rong's wrist, "You can't stop talking so openly. We must not discuss the matter without a trace...!"
God knows what she regrets most is that she followed this aunt into the palace. She was said to have rich clothes, fine food, and unlimited scenery, but who knows what kind of fear she has endured all day long... The benefits she got are far from enough.
To compensate for her mental damage!
Others only thought that she was following the empress, and that a bright road was wide and wide. However, the reality was that she was stepping on the edge of a cliff. It was not what it seemed at all!
Concubine Rong also knew whether to discuss political affairs. This was a taboo for concubines in the harem. She pursed her lips for a moment, but she didn't know what she thought of. Her eyes suddenly changed and she turned to look at Mammy: "Mammy just said... yes
Recommended by Xia Shoufu?"
I don't know what kind of wind she had, so she nodded and watched her face carefully, fearing that it would explode like thunder in the next moment.
However, Concubine Rong just murmured: "Why did Xia Shoufu recommend him... And that time when he worshiped his ancestors in the imperial mausoleum, he had the opportunity to get in front of the emperor and talk to the emperor... I
After thinking about it, I always feel that something is wrong..."
Grandma was puzzled when she heard this, "Mother...what does this mean?"
Concubine Rong said uneasily: "Mommy... why do you think Chief Xia spends so much time on him, a little Beijing Camp Chief?"
Grandma's heart skipped a beat when she asked her question.
To cultivate party members?
But the empress is right when she says something. She is just a small-time president with a low official position. How can he be worthy of being personally recommended by the current chief minister?
Even though Xia Shoufu has been somewhat weak in recent years, everyone can see that this 'mentor' is indispensable for the emperor and there will be no one who can replace him in a short time.
There is no shortage of supporters for such people...
So, why did Yue Pei be promoted like this alone?
It can’t be...
Thinking of a possibility, grandma's heart beat like thunder.
At this moment, the inner prisoner's loud singing suddenly came from the outer hall: "The emperor has arrived——"
Concubine Rong's ears seemed to be pricked by something, her face changed, and she said slightly panicked: "Why is the emperor here suddenly?"
"Don't panic." Mammy hurriedly arranged her hair and said, "Maybe she came to see the little prince."
Concubine Rong nodded and tried her best to calm down.
"I respectfully welcome your Majesty."
Looking at the woman who bowed her head in salute, Emperor Qingming said with a smile: "My beloved concubine is exempt from the ceremony."
As he said that, he looked towards the inner hall: "Where is Zhang'er?"
Concubine Rong was slightly relieved and replied with a smile: "I was playing too much during the day and refused to sleep. Just now I looked a little sleepy, so I asked my wet nurse to take her back."
After saying that, he ordered his grandma to bring the child.
But Emperor Qingming stopped him: "No need, since he is sleepy, let him sleep."
Concubine Rong nodded lightly, and seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, she asked, "Your Majesty, can you please have dinner?"
"Not yet."
"Then I will ask someone to prepare meals."
Emperor Qingming nodded, sat down on the Arhat bed in the inner hall, and took the tea brought by the palace maid. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Concubine Rong saw it and knew that she would have to rest in her palace tonight.
She had noticed early on that the emperor thought that if she could have one child, she could have two children, so he frequently spent the night in her Yongfu Palace...
With such great favor, she didn't need to look at anyone's face in the palace, and her family also enjoyed unlimited glory.
But as time went by, she couldn't help but feel bored, especially about that matter...
Has no one told the emperor that his situation...is basically unusable?
But think about it, in this harem, there is no one to compare with, so the concubines naturally don’t know what normal men are like...
Naturally, she can't even say it, and she always has to make a flattering gesture...
Thinking of this, Concubine Rong felt uncontrollable nausea in her heart, but she couldn't show it at all.
The night is getting darker.
The moonlight shone down, casting a layer of tranquility and brightness between heaven and earth.
At the back door of Zhen Guogong Mansion, Wu Chao had just dismounted.
Today he was talking with Xu Mingyi at Xuesheng Teahouse. He was so absorbed in the conversation that he forgot the time. Seeing that it was getting late, he insisted on sending him back.
Xu Mingyi was not in a hurry to go in.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Qi stepped forward to take the reins from his grandson, took the horse, and went to wait under a tree not far away.
When Ah Zhu saw her, she had no choice but to stay away. Although she couldn't understand why the girl and Wu Shisun's business seemed to never be finished, Wu Shisun's people had all avoided it. If she were still standing here, it would inevitably appear that they
The people in Zhenguo's palace were so indifferent, and the competitive spirit engraved in his bones made Ah Zhu unwilling to lose to anyone.
"Wu Chao, when do you plan to return to Ningyang?" Xu Mingyi asked softly, with a serious look in his eyes.
She asked directly, and Wu Chao did not avoid the important things as usual. He looked at her and gave a very clear answer: "After Zhen Guo Gong returned to Beijing——"
really.
She knew that was what he planned.
"Grandpa doesn't know when he will be able to return to Beijing." Xu Mingyi said with an objective tone: "But you are not safe in Beijing now. It is a good thing to leave as soon as possible."
At this juncture, it is natural to be as far away from the capital as possible - Wu Jiading thought so too. Today in the teahouse, she overheard Mr. Mo's words persuading him to return to Ningyang. Perhaps it was not a coincidence.
Mr. Mo probably told her intentionally.
Wu Chao was still looking at her, his eyes that were originally cold seemed to be soaked in the soft moonlight, and his thin lips with beautiful lines moved slightly, but he asked: "I have just made plans for Uncle Xu and Mingshi,
