37 years old, I became a harem concubine

Since the emperor said so, he naturally complied with this small promise. Shen Huan changed her clothes and shoes, and followed the people in the respect room to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The previous few times, they were all carried in wrapped in quilts, but now walking, it feels different.

The bottom of the flower pot under her feet crackled softly, she stepped through the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, bypassed the screen wall, and walked straight into the main hall in front. Shen Huan saluted Yu Wenyue who was sitting on the throne: "My concubine to the emperor!" Please."

After moving his hands and feet, Yu Wenyue, who sat down and continued to critique papers, raised his eyes from the desk when he heard the sound.

When I saw it, there was a commotion in a place in my heart.

As the weather got hotter, Shen Huan wore a pink beige Hangluo cloak with wishful cloud heads embroidered on both sides of the cloak, but she matched it with a cloisonne shirt inside. Both colors were gorgeous, eye-catching and beautiful.

Yu Wenyue leaned back, eyes slightly closed, and waved at him.

Shen Huan paused and walked to a place one meter away from the throne.

The table was piled up with papers sent from everywhere, he couldn't read them, and he didn't know how many troubles he would cause.

Yu Wenyue looked at the distance between the two, and looked at him: "What did the people in the respect room tell you?"

Shen Huan glanced at him, then lowered her head: "The emperor wants his concubines to serve the pen and ink."

"Then you will serve me with pen and ink now."

"..."

understood.

Shen Huan took two more steps forward, took off the pink jade bracelet on her wrist, added a spoonful of water to the inkstone, and grinded it carefully with an ink stick.

As soon as he started using it, he knew that it was the best lampblack ink, the color was black and shiny, and the luster was gratifying.

The inks of different places have their own characteristics. The inks made in the south and the north, those in the south of the Yangtze River and those in central Fujian are different due to the subtle differences in the materials used and the temperature and rain in the production process.

Father Shen Yushen is the dean of Qingshan Academy, and the things in the study are the favorite gifts among literati besides calligraphy and painting.

So Shen Huan touches more ink sticks than eats rice, thinking while grinding, the tung oil used in this ink must be the first batch of tung zi oil every year, adding pearl powder, jade chips, borneol, ambergris, Such a good ink is made by a master ink maker with exquisite craftsmanship.

His father often took out the strips of ink, showed him, smelled, touched, and said something to him that he half understood at the time.

His mother, on the other hand, looked at them with a smile, doing her needlework.

My mother's love for my father was so full that when my father passed away, my mother followed.

Touching such good ink, Shen Huan accidentally sank in it, Yubai's hand pinched the ink stick.

Yu Wenyue looked at him, remembering the past.

The first time I saw Shen Huan was in the pavilion at the back of Putuo Temple in Lingyun Mountain. He and the emperor were sitting face to face, and Shen Huan was playing in the pool below with his wife and maidservants.

He could tell at a glance that this person was not a real "woman" in her teens or twenties, but she behaved innocently and smiled brightly, like the sun in the sky and the clear water in the pool.

The second time, on the hillside of Lingyun Mountain, Shen Huan was taken away by two young men who carried them on their shoulders to the dense forest. He and the Ouchi guards rescued him and placed him in the courtyard of Shengjing City. .

The third time was in the Chen Mansion.

Shen Huan was like a poisonous insect, one bite left a mark on his hand, itching even when it was sunny or raining, without a moment's rest.

The rain outside the house is getting heavier, and it hits the glazed tile roof with a crisp sound, like the heaven and the earth are playing a song together.

Yu Wenyue withdrew his gaze, and continued to leave his own verdicts on the booklets. After the ones on the table were finished, An Ning brought in new ones.

Shen Huan didn't feel it at first, but slowly her hands became so sore that she couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this person who had been sitting here without resting.

In fact, Yu Wenyue, the emperor's life, was really boring in Shen Huan's eyes. He got up early every day to go to the court, and after the court, he would call the ministers to the South Study Room or the Hall of Mental Cultivation to discuss matters, and then sit here to review the papers. Most of the time It has to be approved until midnight.

Fortunately, he is only in his twenties, if he continues to suffer like this at 34, he will sooner or later become short-lived.

Realizing what she was thinking, Shen Huan was taken aback, quickly withdrew her thoughts and continued to grind ink.

Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder outside the house, and an inner eunuch who was soaked all over trotted in, plopped and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, the Yellow River has burst its embankment!"

His words were more terrifying than that sound of thunder. Yu Wenyue, who had never shown any other expressions in front of Shen Huan, frowned fiercely: "What about Yan Fu, what about Zhang Ting, what are they doing!"

The inner supervisor said: "Master Yan and Master Zhang are on the embankment these days, and they are organizing the evacuation of the people, but the water is too big and the spread is too wide. Lord Yan and Master Zhang can't last long."

"If you can't hold on, you'll die there!" Yu Wenyue stood up suddenly, and everyone in the hall knelt down, begging him to appease his anger.

How did Yu Wenyue appease his anger? He called An Ning and walked out, "Call all the people from the six departments of the cabinet into the palace, order the people from Xishan Daying to be called first, and the people to settle down first."

"Tell Dana, if anyone is not happy at this juncture, I will take his nine clans to block the Yellow River."

It was raining heavily outside, and An Ning couldn't take care of anything, so she hurriedly asked someone to get an umbrella.

But looking again, the emperor has already walked into the rain.

"Hurry up, if something happens to the emperor, our family will peel your skin."

The whole room disappeared in an instant, leaving only Shen Huan.

He was really taken aback by the furious Yu Wenyue, as fierce as if he wanted to eat people.

But this kind of Yuwen Yue is a bit more fireworks than usual.

It turned out that he also yelled at people.

The legs are also long, one is bigger than two steps of oneself.

There was no one to serve, so Shen Huan naturally couldn't stay here. He asked the maid serving tea for an umbrella, and came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone.

A layer of water had accumulated on the palace path, thanks to the high soles of the flower pots, it was possible to wade across smoothly.

However, the clothes below the calves were all soaked, and water was dripping down.

Qingzi and Xiaoxi, who had already finished their work in the Great Buddha Hall, heard the sound of the palace door being knocked, thought it was someone, one opened an umbrella and the other walked out with a lantern, and said loudly, "Who is it?"

Shen Huan said, "Xiao Xiqingzi, it's me."

Unexpectedly, it was him, the two hurriedly opened the door, looked at his wet shoes and the hem of his clothes, and hurriedly moved the umbrella over.

Shen Huan reached out her hand to stop her: "Go in quickly, it's all wet anyway, just go back and change."

"Why did my lord come back? Why did you come back so early this time?" He went to bed a few times, and the two of them had figured out the pattern, and they wouldn't come back until late at night.

Why is it so early this time?

Did something happen?

Looking at their faces, Shen Huan knew what they were thinking, and said: "The Yellow River broke its embankment, the emperor summoned his ministers to discuss the government affairs, and I will come back first."

Shen Huan and Qingzi had never been through floods, so they didn't have much idea about the Yellow River's embankment breach. They only knew that the imperial court wanted to provide disaster relief and send people to repair the embankment.

Xiao Xi had experienced floods, her face turned pale, and she folded her hands and bowed in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Haruko looked at it inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

Xiaoxi said: "The servant is begging the Bodhisattva to bless the emperor to settle the matter of the Yellow River smoothly."

Shen Huan entered the house, took off the bottom of the flowerpot, and asked Xiaoxi, "Where are you from, Xiaoxi?"

Xiaoxi let go of her hands: "The servant is from Shengjing, but he lived elsewhere with the servant's adoptive father."

"Then have you ever met a flood?"

"Meet it."

After changing her clothes, Shen Huan sat on the kang, letting Qingzi wipe her soaked feet while listening to Xiaoxi say how terrible it was after the flood.

Food, people, and everything that can be used at home were washed away. There was nothing to eat or drink. People with red eyes would kill people for a bite of food, and they would sell their children for rations.

After the flood, there was another plague. There was no human habitation within a hundred miles, and rotting corpses could be seen everywhere.

These were all things that Shen Huan had never seen since he was raised in a deep boudoir. He couldn't help but think of Yu Wenyue's furious appearance before, and his back view walking in the rain even when the eunuch couldn't wait to hold the umbrella.

From this day on, Yu Wenyue never entered the harem again, and some news also came in.

It is said that this time the Yellow River broke its embankment seriously, and many people were affected by the disaster. The emperor had brought the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty to stay up for many days and nights, and put all the food and drink together.

He also said that the emperor opened his own private treasury and took a lot of things to add to the disaster relief money. Whether it was for their own face or to make a good impression in front of the emperor, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty generously donated money.

In the harem, the empress took the lead in taking off the jewels on her head and the jade bracelets on her hands, and followed behind the emperor.

Shen Huan got a lot of good things from serving the bed these days. After the Queen's decree was delivered to the Great Buddha Hall of the Cining Palace, she asked Qingzi to search the house and went to Jingren Palace with a small box.

As soon as he left the Great Buddha Hall of the Compassionate Ning Palace, he collided with Concubine Lan and Concubine Zhang who were riding in a chariot and a group of dignitaries behind Chang Zai Xu.

Concubine Zhang didn't say anything, Concubine Lan sat on the chariot arrogantly and domineeringly: "No wonder I feel bad luck when I go out, it turns out that the bad luck is here."

Shen Huan withdrew to the side: "The concubine pays her respects to Concubine Lan."

"I don't dare to ask you to greet you. You are the emperor's most proud person now. If you feel uncomfortable after inviting An, I will not be able to bear it if I wear small shoes for me in front of the emperor."

"Furthermore, I find it disgusting that an old concubine who is older than my mother bears the status of a sister in the palace."

Her mouth was poisonous, she was mocking old Shen Huan, and said that he was narrow-minded, maybe he said something in front of the emperor to make the emperor ignore other people in the harem.

Concubine Zhang glanced at Shen Huan who was standing in the corner, and said, "Let's go, the empress is still waiting, it's not good to be late."

With that said, she left with the people in her palace.

Seeing Shen Huan standing there like a quail, Lan Pin rolled her eyes and leaned on the chariot without saying a word when she stabbed him.

After they left, Shen Huan followed with others, and as soon as they arrived on the palace road outside Jingren Palace, they were bluffed by all kinds of concubines in front of them.

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Second watch, today is still late.