37 years old, I became a harem concubine

The harem is such a small place, and people come and go under everyone's noses. As soon as Borzigit Sanglan's card was turned over, the news spread all over the place.

There are indifferent.

There are sour words.

And the one that smashed a lot of things.

Chen Miaoyi is the one who smashed a lot of things. Her stomach has been five months old, and it looks like a big bowl has been placed on her stomach, which is very conspicuous.

With a ferocious face, she grabbed the things at hand and smashed them. The maids and eunuchs were smashed when they couldn't dodge, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

They all knew Chen Guiren's temper, and if she was offended, it would be fine to beat her to death on the spot, but if she was sent to the Punishment Department, she would not be able to live or die.

When the room was completely empty, she calmed down quite a bit. She sat down with gloomy eyes, and the lady in the palace, He Xiang, walked over and poured her a glass of water: "My lord, so what if Concubine Lan's brand was turned over?" , No, I still don’t have the good fortune of being pregnant with a dragon seed.”

"Young master, just rest assured. As long as you give birth to a prince, the emperor will definitely make you a concubine. At that time, you will still dominate her."

In fact, what He Xiang didn't say was that Concubine Lan is the empress dowager's niece. Even if she can't conceive now, it's not something that Chen Guiren can handle. I didn't see Concubine Zhang, who has been with the emperor since she was in Qian's mansion, and has a prince and daughter. The concubine didn't dare to shake face at Concubine Lan, did she greet her sister and sister with a smile on weekdays?

It was Chen Guiren who thought that being pregnant with the prince was a gold medal for avoiding death.

What's even more ridiculous is that she is still jealous!

Not to mention a Concubine Lan, how many fresh and tender women will come in in the election every three years, not only Concubine Lan, but also other nobles are often there, I really think of myself as an onion.

It was also because of her bad luck that she was assigned to serve this master, and became a grasshopper on the same rope with Chen Guiren, otherwise she wouldn't have stopped him so many times.

Chen Miaoyi stroked herself and beat her stomach, the anger in her heart was still not suppressed much, she grabbed the teacup He Xiang handed over and smashed it, splashing all the hot tea on He Xiang's hands.

He Xiang held back, and said: "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your body. The imperial doctor said that the little prince in your stomach is smart. He knows that you are not in a good mood, and he is not in a good mood."

Taking out what Chen Miaoyi valued the most, she finally restrained herself a bit, sat on the kang, and watched the people in the palace clean up the mess on the ground.

Although Shen Huan and the other nuns live in the Great Buddha Hall of the Ci Ning Palace where few people come, there are also some skilled people among them. When they are free, they get together and talk about the surname of the master and how prominent the master's natal family is, and then talk about it. With a mysterious face, he said that the emperor turned over a signboard of an empress in the palace last night.

They were all copying Buddhist scriptures in the same room, and the five people in Shaoliang'an also heard it.

Master Mingguang and Huineng recited a sentence of Amitabha, but Huijing listened intently, and said something to the nun who was talking: "The lady whose card was turned over must be as beautiful as a fairy."

"Of course—" The nun who spoke felt that she knew the news in the palace was very great, and she just wanted to show off to everyone, but when she saw Shen Huan sitting with Huijing, she didn't say the latter sentence come out.

She looked at Shen Huan, turned her head and snorted unconvinced, but couldn't help but look back.

Shen Huan didn't care about her entanglement, only the news that Yu Wenyue flipped the concubine's sign last night was in her head.

He was only in the Hongjun Hall in the afternoon...

I am not afraid of falsehood anymore.

From yesterday to now, Shen Huan has been in a trance. He doesn't know if he has achieved his goal of entering the palace, let alone what the emperor who is ten years younger than him thinks.

If he couldn't stay in the palace, it would be of no use for him to go back to Shaoshan Liangzi with Master Mingguang and the others as soon as the ceremony was over.

Thinking of it this way, he actually got a lot more courageous, and secretly cursed in his heart something that wasn't too harsh.

The days were spent in Shen Huan's inner anxiety. On this day, as usual, he cut the rice paper to a suitable size, and was about to grind ink to copy Buddhist scriptures. A young eunuch walked in and asked, "Who is there?" Is it Dojo?"

Everyone in the room looked at Shen Huan.

Shen Huan stood up: "Back to Eunuch, the poor nun is Dao Chuo."

Seeing her, the young eunuch who got the order took a deep breath, and a question flashed in his head, and he said to Shen Huan with a smile: "I have something about my house and I want to ask Master Daochuo, please come with me." Bar."

Shen Huan hesitated for a moment, then walked out.

He asked the eunuch curiously: "Excuse me, father-in-law, what is it?"

The young eunuch only said: "You will know later."

The palace is full of red and green tiles, and the layout is very regular. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell where it is.

Shen Huan didn't realize it at first, but when he saw a persimmon tree protruding from the red wall, he suddenly realized that this was clearly the way to the Hongjun Pavilion!

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he realized who was looking for him.

Soon, the young eunuch took him to the Hongjun Pavilion. An Ning, who had been with Yu Wenyue all the year round, saw him coming, shook his whisk, and said to the young eunuch, "Go down."

"Yes."

So, only Shen Huan and An Ning were left in front of the Hongjun Pavilion.

To be honest, An Ning has already confirmed that Yu Wenyue is interested in this nun who looks exactly like Shen's. This meaning is not love between a man and a woman, but pure lust.

But for An Ning, this is already a big deal.

Yu Wenyue's iron law of not being lucky and humble is broken just like that!

An Ning looked at Shen Huan and moved away: "Go in."

Shen Huan looked at the closed door of the Hongjun Pavilion, and knew in her heart that she had won more than half of it.

He nodded to An Ning, stepped forward and pushed open the door of Hongjun Pavilion, and walked inside.

"Squeak..."

The door of the Hongjun Pavilion was closed from the outside, and the candles burning between the bookshelves quietly emitted light, illuminating the path under his feet.

He walked slowly to the table from last time, and saw Yu Wenyue wearing a dark robe sitting on the spacious chair that had been changed. Purple jadeite incense burner, white cigarettes slowly rising.

And the pedals under his feet were covered with a complete tiger skin, and his feet without shoes were placed on them.

Further forward is a charcoal basin that is burning vigorously.

In just a few days, things have changed here.

Shen Huan stood one meter away from him: "My lord."

Yu Wenyue, who was flipping through a book, raised his eyes and looked at him, surrounded by clouds and smoke, as if he was a fairy in the mountains.

He said to Shen Huan, "Come here."

He was in his prime, and his voice was that of a young man. For some reason, Shen Huan's knees were a little weak, but he still walked over, but he didn't know where to sit.

Sitting in that wide chair, no good.

Sitting on the ground is not good either.

At this moment, Yu Wenyue tapped his foot.

Shen Huan understood what he meant, knelt down on the ground, and took off the socks on his feet.

As soon as the socks were removed, his feet were exposed.

Yu Wenyue's height is there, more than a head taller than the tall him. Naturally, his feet are not small, but they are slender, with clean toes and well-trimmed toenails.

Shen Huan looked at it, hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her head, her lips were on his instep.

Yu Wenyue froze for a moment, his toes raised his chin, his brows and eyebrows were stained with something inexplicable: "A monk?"

Shen Huan's heart trembled, her eyes looked at him, her face was close to his hand holding the book, her teeth lightly bit down on his fingers, she took out the book in his hand and put it on the short square table, and put him one of the fingers into his mouth.

……

From this day on, within three to five days, Shen Huan was called by the young eunuch to the Hongjun Hall, where she and Yu Wenyue did ridiculous things.

But Yu Wenyue never let him take off his clothes, and he was neat and tidy, just like before anything happened, he was only allowed to use his mouth, so Shen Huan didn't find a chance to show off her weird body with him now.

Coming out of the Hongjun Hall again, and returning to the Great Buddha Hall of the Compassionate Ning Palace, Shen Huan was accompanied by the young eunuch whom she had met several times and was familiar with.

The two of them were about to walk around the corner, when two court ladies surrounded a harem concubine in a pink Qi suit, combing her hair and wearing a big cloak, coming from there.

The young eunuch immediately led him to kneel down to salute: "My slave pays respects to Mrs. Chen Gui."

Chen Miaoyi hadn't seen Yu Wenyue for several days, and went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to stop her, wanting to see the emperor, but she didn't expect the door to be closed, and she felt unhappy.

Seeing the eunuch leading a person dressed as a nun, she looked a little like Shen Huan who was extremely disgusted, she frowned and asked, "What are you leading this person for?"

The young eunuch said: "Eunuch An Ning hasn't been able to sleep well in the past few days, so I asked the servant to find someone to read two passages of Buddhist scriptures for him, and see if he can feel better."

Chen Miaoyi naturally knew An Ning, Yu Wenyue's most beloved servant, and she was lukewarm when seeing her on weekdays.

She was even more displeased with the nun kneeling on the ground. With an ouch, she covered her stomach and said, "This person is not clean. He hit the prince in my lord's stomach. He dragged him down and beat him to death."

When the young eunuch heard this, he became anxious.

Others don't know that he doesn't know that these days the emperor is served by this nun every now and then, if something happens to him, he will handle it by himself.

So I didn't care about it, and said: "Back to the young master, this person is what Eunuch An Ning wants, and it has just had some effect today. If the little master kills him, let the servant go and tell Eunuch An Ning first, saying that this person's life is not good." The main thing is, this servant will find another one for Mr. An Ning."

"You..." Chen Miaoyi knew that this slave didn't want her to kill this nun, and was using An Ning to oppress others.

He Xiang said from behind: "My lord, forget it, Eunuch An Ning is always with Shengjia, he is someone the emperor is used to, if he gives you a few eye drops in front of the emperor, the loss outweighs the gain."

Chen Miaoyi knew that when she secretly gritted her teeth and waited for the prince in her stomach to be born, she would definitely find a chance to get rid of this dog slave, An Ning.

But it is absolutely impossible for her to bear this tone completely, and she said: "In that case, let him kneel here for an hour, otherwise it will appear that the prince in my lord's stomach is not as precious as a bitch like him." .”

After speaking, he walked away.

The young eunuch wiped his forehead: "Well, this punishment is inevitable, admit it, who made you unlucky."

Shen Huan had already raised her head, looked at Chen Miaoyi's back, gritted her teeth, and knelt down.

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