37 years old, I became a harem concubine

The queen left, but Shen Huan, who was kneeling on the ground, still maintained a humble posture kneeling on the ground.

Yu Wenyue looked at him: "Raise your head."

Shen Huan responded and raised her head, revealing a soft face.

The children of the royal family have been employed since they were twelve or thirteen years old, and they have slept in beds with more women than they can count, but there is no doubt that they are all beauties.

Yu Wenyue was the prince of the former emperor, and was favored by the Empress Dowager Yiren, and the women he sent to him were even more dazzling.

When he was a teenager, he also had a ridiculous and lustful life, but after succeeding to the throne, he suddenly became ascetic, so that he only had two princes and two princesses under his knees.

Shen Huan was an accident, an accident he didn't like.

Just like at this moment, when Shen Huan was kneeling there, he had an idea.

Yu Wenyue frowned with a thin line, "Go back to your place."

"Yes." Shen Huan got up, took a few steps back, and turned around after leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He looked back at the solemn and solemn Hall of Mental Cultivation, which almost crushed the spine, and slowly leaned against the palace wall.

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The queen sent someone to guard the Great Buddha Hall, and people who were always there were not allowed to enter or leave. Everyone in the harem watched the matter of going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to meet the emperor.

But just when everyone's eyes fell there, when they were about to watch a good show, the queen withdrew them from the Great Buddha Hall and told everyone that Zhao Changzai had bumped into herself in Jingren Palace and was reduced to a I agreed, and thought about it behind closed doors for three months.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what the queen was doing?

The important thing is that Zhao Changzai may be the wife of an official, rather than some collision in Jingren Palace.

So when asking for peace, inquire about this matter openly and secretly.

But the empresses all confuse the past vaguely, only saying that this matter has been made clear to the emperor, and the emperor's determination is beyond doubt.

Two days later, news came from the respect room that the green card that Zhao promised had been withdrawn.

From the emperor's ascension to the present, there has never been a concubine whose green head card has been withdrawn.

After all, the people in the respect room are smart people, and if the emperor doesn't check whose card for a long time, he will put that person's green card in the corner to eat ashes.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the swallows under the beams flew back to build their nests, and the young swallows that had just hatched were chirping in the nests, waiting to be fed. It was very lively every day.

Shen Huan, who was ordered to close the palace to think about her mistakes, was holding a bamboo basket, sat under the eaves and twirled a coil of messy thread, and asked Qingzi: "Is this right?"

Haruko was making the uppers of a new pair of shoes nearby, and turned to take a look: "Yes, it's more convenient to use these threads by separating them into their own colors."

"By the way, young master, didn't you read the book a few days ago? The servant asked Xiaoxi to exchange a few copies with the eunuch who guards the Palace of Compassion and Peace. You can see if you like it later."

Shen Huan was a little surprised: "Only with his mouth can someone do things for us."

"..." Qingzi paused, "My lord, what should we do now."

"What do you mean?"

Haruko looked at the Great Buddha Hall: "Although there is no shortage of food and drink now, but after a long time, many things are uncertain."

She said: "Little Fengzi hasn't been dedicated to doing things these days, so I asked him to fetch some water and dragged and dragged, but it was Xiaoxi who saw the moving hands."

Speaking of this matter, Qingzi became angry. When Xiaoxi and Xiaofengzi came before, the master didn't neglect them. He gave them the monthly allowance. He was afraid that they would burn the charcoal basin when they were doing business outside. Now it's just a misfortune It's a bit difficult, just hate this and that, and it makes people angry just looking at it.

Shen Huan had already expected it.

"People are not expensive, but you are fine," he said to Qingzi, "Little Fengzi is impetuous and acts honestly, but in fact, his eyes are turning around, looking out with all his heart."

"Xiaoxi is smart, calm and reliable in her work, it is enough to have you and him by her side."

"Then let that little Fengzi step on you to climb high branches?"

"As long as he can climb up by himself, we will pretend that we have never seen this person before."

As the saying goes, people go to high places, and water flows to low places. A person like Xiao Fengzi is loyal only to power, and he will be loyal to whoever makes him go further.

Haruko was still uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything, and continued to make shoe uppers with her head down.

Shen Huan is now a concubine, and most of the time she wears flowerpot-bottomed shoes. Qingzi has never done it before, so she deliberately studied the shoes sent by the Shangyi Bureau for several days before starting to make them.

And the wooden sole below was just finished yesterday, and I haven't decided what decoration to do yet.

The two masters and servants were doing this kind of work to pass the time. Xiaoxi, who had gone to the imperial dining room, came back with no meal in her hand and her face was still swollen.

Shen Huan and Qingzi stood up and hurried over: "What's the matter? Are you embarrassed by the people in the imperial dining room?"

Seeing that his clothes were full of vegetable soup, Shen Huan called Qingzi, "Go and boil some water."

Then he asked him to follow him into the room: "I still have the ointment left over from Mrs. Qiao's doctor's visit. Wash your face and apply the ointment."

Haruko and Xiaoxi had a good time on weekdays, seeing that he was suffering more than herself, she came in with warmed hot water, twisted the handkerchief and handed it to him, "It must be very painful, I knew I was going , let you suffer this."

She babbled and stood beside Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi held the handkerchief and thought, if you go today, maybe no one will come back.

Ever since Shen Huan was downgraded to Promise, the green head card was withdrawn, and after three months of contemplation behind closed doors, Xiaoxi was pushed out everywhere when she went to the imperial dining room to get things, either cold or withheld.

Today was even more extreme. I was only given a bowl of sour rice with no vegetables or soup.

Xiaoxi just asked the people in the imperial dining room, but was run over by the eunuchs and maids of various palaces who lined up behind him, took off his pants in public, and asked him to bark like a dog and drill his crotch...

Xiaoxi didn't say anything about these things, but only said that the things given by the imperial dining room could not be imported, and he was beaten after a few arguments with others.

It's nothing to say, there is a lot of flesh on the face, and it will be fine after a while.

Shen Huan looked at him, didn't speak, and handed the box of ointment prescribed by Qiao Fu to Qingzi: "You rub the medicine on him, and he won't take it at noon today, take some money in the afternoon, and let little Fengzi go."

"Let's go as a slave," Xiaoxi grinned, facing Qingzi, and said while feeding the medicine, "Little Fengzi has been a little sloppy in his work recently, and even if you give him money, he won't be able to do anything."

"You're already like this, how did you do it?" Taking a closer look, Qingzi became more and more aware of how terrifying the wound on his face was, a piece of flesh on his face was about to rot.

"It's okay, a little injury is nothing, and the people in the imperial dining room won't embarrass the slave like they did today when they see Yin Zi."

"You can do it if you have something in mind." Shen Huan knew that he had an idea, so she nodded after hearing what he said.

In the evening, Xiaoxi took the money, and as he said, she successfully took back the dinner. Although the dishes were simple, they were fresh.

Shen Huan called the two of them, took the charcoal left over from the cold weather, and put the food aside.

As soon as the charcoal fire is ignited, the food on it is hot and fragrant.

The three stomachs of the master and servant who hadn't eaten at noon had already sang about empty city plans. Xiaoxi brought the hot food to the table and stepped aside: "Master, use it quickly, it won't taste good if it's hot."

Shen Huan stopped him: "Come and eat together."

"The slave is not hungry." Xiao Xi said.

"You are a human being, not a lump of iron and wood. Where is anyone who is not hungry, how can you not be hungry? Eat as much as you like, come quickly." The treatment of maids and eunuchs is closely related to the embarrassment of the master.

Now that he is serving himself, the master who has been reduced to promise by the emperor, life is even more difficult.

Haruko was used to eating with Shen Huan, she held a bowl and said to him, "Come here, our master doesn't care about these things."

"...Thank you, master." Xiaoxi bent over and walked over, trying to reduce her sense of existence, holding the bowl of rice that was allocated from Shen Huan's order, and ate it sullenly.

Suddenly, a piece of green vegetable was caught in his bowl.

He looked up, and saw Qingzi who was sitting next to Shen Huan recycling her chopsticks, met his eyes and said, "It's tasteless to eat without vegetables."

Before, Xiaoxi knew that although the servant girl next to the young master was not as good-looking as the maids in the palace, she was also delicate and delicate. She looked like a small flower in the imperial garden, and she was blooming even if no one looked at her.

But now she looks even better, prettier than many people.

After dinner, everyone in the Great Buddha Hall fell asleep, and the next morning, it was the same as before, those who should do needlework and those who should do errands.

As for little Fengzi, he had never appeared in the Great Buddha Hall. Hearing from Xiaoxi, it seemed that he had spent a fortune to get the father-in-law in charge to be transferred to another place for duty.

When Xiaoxi talked about this, Qingzi couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded Xiao Fengzi for being a white-eyed wolf.

But cursing and cursing, she forgot about it. She was busy making clothes, shoes and socks for Shen Huan.

Someone used to help, but now she is alone. From proofing to cutting to sewing, it is a big project. If you want to embroider something, the time is even tighter.

In three months, she made two clothes and three shoe uppers.

The soles on the bottom of the flowerpots were painted by Shen Huan herself, and Xiaoxi asked Xiaoxi to exchange some silver for some calligraphy and painting paints, and painted them by herself.

On this day, Haruko pulled Shen Huan up, "My lord, the weather has been getting better and better recently, let's go to the Imperial Garden for a stroll, I heard that the flowers there are blooming very lively recently."

The time when Shen Huan was grounded just passed a few days ago, and Haruko, who was so depressed, wished she could fly out of the Great Buddha Hall with a pair of wings.

Shen Huan looked at the sun outside, put down the pen, "Okay, then I'll change into clothes."

"Wear that outfit, the one I made last month!" When it came to grooming him, Haruko got excited and quickly took out the clothes from the closet.

The cloak made of light yellow silk and satin, the slit wishful cloud head is not embroidered, it is sewn on with fine beads one by one, extending from the slit to the skirt corner, and the rest is simply sewn without any embellishment. Embroidered patterns, with a light green shirt inside.

Since Xiaoxi suffered a loss in the imperial dining room that time, Shen Huan asked him to find a way to sell the two gadgets.

In other words, thanks to Yu Wenyue's reward that time, the two small things can be exchanged for a lot of money, except for the person who gave him the money, there is still a lot left.

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