Rebirth: The imperial concubine is no longer jealous, and the emperor panics

Knowing that Shen Yao's body had always been delicate and tender, Lu Lingchuan slapped her hard on her buttocks, making them plump and moist.

He smiled mischievously, "Sure enough, a lovely wife should be fattened up. Now I can finally understand why Emperor Ming of the Li Tang Dynasty lost his country because of Concubine Yang."

"Then Emperor Ming is a foolish king, how can your Majesty compare with him!"

Shen Yao said unconvinced, holding back the burning pain.

She hooked Lu Lingchuan's neck and fell on his shoulder. Every step she took was filled with fear.

"Yao'er, you are already a demon concubine, how can I still be a wise king?"

Lu Lingchuan said with a smile, "I will work harder to serve you these days. In a few days, you will have to pay me back all your money with interest."

"Your Majesty!" Shen Yao yelled angrily, wanting to stretch out her paws to scratch the flower-dog Emperor's arrogant face.

Wang Dafu came out of the palace to welcome him. When he saw the battle, he quickly stopped him in a low voice, "Your Majesty, please put down the imperial concubine quickly."

"You dog slave! If you know what you are looking for, get out of here!"

Lu Lingchuan cursed. At this time, the fat eunuch was standing in front of him, blocking his sight.

He carried Shen Yao on his shoulders and took every step very steadily, for fear of dropping her.

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please put me down!"

Wang Dafu said and knelt in front of Lu Lingchuan.

The window of the south study room was wide open, and several heads of court officials poked out.

Shen's graceful face turned pale and she shook Lu Lingchuan's neck.

"Your Majesty, I seem to have seen my father!"

Lu Lingchuan gasped!

He was so focused on scheming, how could he forget that he had summoned several ministers to discuss matters in the study room of his dormitory tonight?

He had no choice but to let her go.

Looking up, he caught a glimpse of the slowly closing window and the uncontrollable laughter of a few old foxes.

"Dog slave! What do I feed you?"

Lu Lingchuan kicked Wang Dafu, which was really frustrating.

She landed gracefully on the ground, straightened her bun and dress, took a blessing from Lu Lingchuan, and prepared to return to the side hall.

His hand was held, and Lu Lingchuan said in a low voice,

"Don't leave in a hurry. Your eyes were right just now. Master Shen is here too. You go to the front hall and I ask him to come see you. You two, father and daughter, can still have a few words."

Lu Lingchuan lightly dusted the hem of his dragon robe, held his head high, and strode into the south study room.

The courtiers were there, gathering in twos and threes, talking about political affairs.

"Thank you for your hard work, dear ladies."

Lu Lingchuan praised Wang Dafu with satisfaction and raised his voice to call Wang Dafu,

"Send someone to clean out the side hall next to Fengxian Hall tomorrow and put in more ice cubes and fruits."

"From tomorrow until the holiday on the first day of the next month, the courtiers will not have to go back to their homes after the court. In time before the Queen Mother's Qianqiu Festival, we will go over all the government affairs of the six ministries."

As soon as Lu Lingchuan finished speaking, the ministers stopped actively discussing politics. Especially the courtiers who had newly adopted a beautiful concubine in the palace, each of them showed sad eyes.

Zuo Ling, the Minister of War, took a step forward and bowed his hands in salute, "Reporting to Your Majesty, I have just taken stock of the War Department and there are not that many government affairs to deal with."

"Really? Then take out all the recruitment, food and salary for the past three years and count them. If something goes wrong, you are the only one I can ask."

The first bird was shot, and now there was no one left to bargain.

Lu Lingchuan said to Shen Feng, "I got a famous painting a few days ago. I specially invited the master to come to the palace tonight just to let the master appreciate it."

Shen Feng understood and bowed his hands to his colleagues, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll take my leave."

"Your Majesty, this, this,..."

Zuo Ling murmured for a long time and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

After waiting in the front hall for a while, Shen Yao heard familiar footsteps.

"Daddy!"

She called out, ran to the threshold, and welcomed Shen Feng in.

After the father and daughter talked for a while, Shen Yao leaned against the door and watched his father enter the south study room.

The lights there were always on, and the little eunuch kept bringing tea in.

Judging from the figures flowing on the window lattice, Lu Lingchuan planned to have a long talk with his ministers all night tonight.

In his past life and this life, he has always been a diligent emperor. No matter how much Shen Yao pestered him, he never delayed the early morning.

The only time she went out of her way was when she entered the East Palace, and the two of them stayed in the room for three full days.

Because of Shen Yao's status as concubine, Lu Lingchuan was impeached by the official, and the late emperor made him kneel all night in Fengxian Hall.

Such a man once made Shen Yao obsessed with him.

In the end, after all, even though the alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the book, and it is so wrong!

She looked away sadly and returned to the side hall.

Chun Nong had already fallen asleep. When she heard the noise, she quickly put on her clothes.

When he saw that she was Shen Yao, Chun Nong couldn't help stroking her forehead and lamenting that she didn't live up to expectations.

"It's already this time, my little ancestor, can't you have a good rest with Your Majesty?"

"Don't blame me today. His Majesty is discussing politics and has no time to talk to me." Shen Yaosong said quickly.

"I don't believe it. His Majesty must have kicked you out because you lost your temper."

Haruno said firmly.

"His Majesty really discussed matters with the ministers. I even met my father."

Shen Yao explained.

Chun Nong was really speechless. She really didn't understand what her young lady was thinking.

She could still be so happy when this happened.

If she had to put this matter aside in the past, how much resentment and hatred would she have to carry with her.

I saw my father today, and Shen Yao was completely sleepless at this time.

She told Chun Nong, "I don't want to sleep at this time. Bring me all the books that dad has sent me in the past few months and let me look through them."

Shen Yao's confidence in her confrontation with Chun Yushun that day came from the poetry, calligraphy and painting albums Shen Feng sent her every month.

There are secret words hidden in it that only the father and daughter understand.

The secret language records the reasons and bad habits of officials of the third rank and above in the court and the family members and children of all concubines and concubines in the harem.

And how stupid Shen Yao was in her previous life. With these handles sent by her father, she could have been able to sit back and relax in the palace.

However, she disdained the use of threats to manipulate others, thinking that as long as she had Lu Lingchuan's favor, everything would be enough.

Thinking of her past life when she was unable to protect herself, Shen Yao naturally felt sad.

Today, daddy said that she learned to be good because she suffered a loss.

Not only did she suffer a loss, she also lost her life because of it.

Chun Nong didn't know there were so many twists and turns, but she was only happy that there was a slight turning point between Shen Yao and the emperor.

She also wanted to add fuel to the fire, "I was sorting out the luggage today and found the purse you hadn't finished embroidering some time ago."

Chun Nong said, then turned around to open the box, "Since you can't sleep, I'll stay up with you and catch up on the sewing work."

Shen Yao looked at the half-embroidered mandarin duck in Chun Nong's hand and was slightly stunned.

Lu Lingchuan is the emperor, and to this day, in addition to the beautiful jade he wears on his waist, he still has a rough-stitched purse hanging on his waist.

The pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks on the purse are embroidered like wild ducks.

That purse was a hair knot gift given to Shen Yao on the night he married into the East Palace. It was also the first embroidery work in her life that she had pricked her fingers countless times.

Lu Lingchuan walked around with this purse hanging on it.

After the late emperor saw it, he ordered the concubines of the East Palace to each embroider a purse and submit it within three days.

Lu Lingchuan did not take a fancy to any of those exquisite purses with their own ingenuity. Six years passed in the blink of an eye with the elegantly embroidered purse hanging on his waist.

"You said it yourself last time. The purse on His Majesty's waist is old. This time I will embroider one for him."

Chun Nong's words made Shen Yao continue to be trapped in memories and unable to get out.

A majestic emperor, yet he parades around the palace and harem with such an ugly wallet every day.

Shen Yao felt very sorry, but Lu Lingchuan comforted her and told her stories about the love between swords and Nanyuan Yiai, and also indirectly expressed his feelings to her...

Later, in order to embroider a new purse for Lu Lingchuan, Shen Yao not only raised silkworms in Zichen Palace, but also found the best craftsmen to spin the cocoons into precious mandarin duck silk after they were formed. He also sent the silk thread to the Buddha and asked the eminent monk to sing scriptures...

Lu Lingchuan smiled gently, and she said coquettishly, "If you embroider mandarin ducks with silk thread, I will live forever with your husband."

After so many years, looking back at the stupid things he did in his previous life, Shen Yao stayed out of it, just like a spectator.

"Send these silk threads to Fu Zhaoyi tomorrow. After the Queen Mother's Thousand Autumn Festival, it will be the Emperor's Longevity Festival. She is skillful, let her embroider something for His Majesty according to her own wishes."

Shen Yao grabbed the half-embroidered silk fabric in Chun Nong's hand and moved closer to the candlelight,...

Her cold eyes reflected the greedy flames like snake letters.

In an instant, the past was reduced to ashes along with the silk in the charcoal basin.

It was too late for Chun Nong to reach out and grab it, so she could only stamp her feet and kept complaining to Shen Yao.

"You have been trying to raise silkworms for two years, and it's not easy to get these mandarin duck silk threads."

"At that time, you and His Majesty just had to work together, mixing honey with oil. But in order to calm down and embroider this purse, you left him to fast and bathe for seven days."

"Have you forgotten those days?"

"Today you told me that you were going to give all these silk threads to that Fu Zhaoyi, why didn't I talk about you! You are making wedding dresses for others."

After waiting patiently for Chun Nong to finish, Shen Yao said calmly, "I didn't see Fu Zhaoyi's father, Mr. Fu, in the south study room today."

"Fu Heng is the Minister of Rites. He is not here today, either because he is ill or because he has lost the emperor's attention."

Shen Yao understands that the honor and favor of women in the harem are inextricably linked to the rise and fall of the family.

She continued, "If the Fu family loses power and Fu Yuhan remains unfavored for a long time, her life in the harem will be difficult."

Although Shen Yao only wanted to live in peace in this life, since she had experienced times of trouble, she was willing to light a lamp for those who were alone.