klisemfg Chapter 152: Inspiration Doesn’t Just Come
Chapter 152: Inspiration Doesn’t Just Come
Chapter 152: Inspiration Doesn’t Just Come
There is a figure hidden behind the screen behind Yongzheng.
"Yes, nothing else. It sounds to me like you are just gossiping about your parents. Your Majesty seems to be reluctant to leave her family."
Behind the screen was Xia Yi, a man trained in secret by Yongzheng.
Yongzheng wanted to ask something else, but Su Peisheng came in and reported: "Your Majesty, General Nian is back again."
Xia Qian heard the noise and jumped out of the window.
Su Peisheng just thought he was dazzled.
"Let him in."
Nian Gengyao strode into the Yangxin Palace and said, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
"came back."
"Yes, Concubine Hua was thinking about my wife, so she said a few more words, and kept Your Majesty waiting for a long time."
"It's okay. Concubine Hua has been in the deep palace for a long time and hasn't seen her family. She should ask Madam Nian to come to the harem more often to accompany her in the future."
"Then I would like to thank the emperor on behalf of my wife. Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."
"You have returned to the capital from the northwest to report on your work. In recognition of your hard work and great achievements, I have granted you a pair of peacock feathers, a robe with four dragon patches, a yellow belt, a purple bridle, and a thousand ounces of gold."
"Your Majesty, this reward is too great. I cannot bear it!"
"If I say you can bear it, then you can bear it. You are my hero!"
Nian Gengyao: Whatever you say is what it is, there is no room for rebuttal. I am so tired.
"Then, thank you very much, Your Majesty, for your grace. I am grateful to you!"
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Study in Jingren Palace.
The queen is writing.
"Your Majesty, Master Xiaoxiazi said that the Emperor said that Nian Gengyao was a great benefactor."
The Queen was practicing the character "Phoenix" today. After hearing Jianqiu's report, before she even put pen to paper on the four dots of the bird, her legs went limp and she sat down on the Eight Immortals Chair of Longevity and Happiness.
"Jianqiu, did the emperor really say that?"
"Yes, Master Xiao Xia was there and heard it all."
"If one day, the emperor wants to repay his kindness, will he give up my throne?"
"My lady, no, the Queen Mother will protect you."
"Hmph." The queen smiled bitterly with a hint of sarcasm.
This emperor really stopped at nothing to consolidate his throne.
If the Queen Mother protected herself, she would not have made Concubine Hui the Concubine Hui.
The news that the emperor and the Nian brothers and sisters had dinner together spread throughout the harem. The concubines in the palace had never seen their families since they entered the palace.
Even after Shen Meizhuang gave birth, she was born prematurely and did not make it in time for Mrs. Shen to come to Beijing to accompany her.
Such an honor was truly envied by others for a time.
It is said that Yikun Palace has been enjoying constant favor since October 14th.
For seven consecutive days, Yongzheng stayed in the bedroom of the Yikun Palace.
The emperor asked her to sleep a little longer, so it was natural for her to not go to pay her respects.
When the emperor wanted to have dinner together, she would order a few of her favorite dishes to Lingzhi and then enjoy the meal herself.
The emperor was bored at night and suggested asking An Changzai to sing a song to liven up the atmosphere. Concubine Hua rolled her eyes.
"Then please ask Lady Wan to come along. An Changzai's music will complement Lady Wan's zither perfectly."
Yongzheng had not seen Concubine Wan for a long time. He was afraid that Concubine Hua would be jealous and that the news would spread outside the palace and Nian Gengyao would become disloyal.
"Haha, Concubine Hua is very pleasing to me."
When Zhou Ninghai limped to Suiyuxuan to ask for the invitation from Concubine Wan, An Lingrong happened to be asking Concubine Wan to help her write a few poems about spices.
Because the Emperor has been visiting Concubine Hua more often recently, the Empress does not dare to force herself to go to Yikun Palace to meet the Emperor by chance.
I heard from Songzhi that Miss Sun has reached a bottleneck in selling spices and the sales volume has not increased.
Therefore, An Lingrong was also worried about Miss Sun. She thought about it all night and came up with this idea.
Maybe give each spice a different name, change the spice box, add a poem, and ask the elegant actors in the capital to sing a few songs with this poem, and perhaps the sales of this spice can double.
Researching new kinds of spices day and night and seducing the curiosity of Beijing girls is not a long-term solution. Now he should calm down and polish his brand.
"The Emperor is at Concubine Hua's place, and she is accompanying him. It would not be appropriate for me to go over there."
An Lingrong got angry when she heard Zhou Ninghai say that the emperor wanted to hear her sing, and why he came at the right time when she was busy instead of earlier or later.
Sister Zhen’s inspiration doesn’t just come out of nowhere.
After coaxing her for a long time, Sister Zhen finally agreed to help her think of poems.
The emperor is such a poor thing, it's so infuriating.
"My dear, the Emperor specifically wants to hear you sing a song. Please don't embarrass me."
It was rare for Zhou Ningxian to see the gentle and considerate An Lingrong lose her temper.
"Okay, I promise I will help you figure it out. It's hard to refuse the emperor's request. Jinxi, go get my zither."
When Zhen Huan heard the Emperor's invitation, she felt a little strange. She had heard that Concubine Hua was very jealous. Now that Concubine Hua had finally returned to Yikun Palace with great favor, why did it feel like Concubine Hua was rejecting her?
Zhen Huan and An Lingrong went to the Yikun Palace together and entered the main hall. The emperor, who had not seen Zhen Huan for a long time, could not take his eyes off her.
"I wonder what kind of music His Majesty and Concubine Hua would like to listen to?" An Lingrong asked carefully as she entered the room and bowed.
"Let's sing some songs about love." Concubine Hua leaned to one side and looked at the sticky look that Yongzheng gave Zhen Huan. She blinked hard and finally resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Yes."
"The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are aspiring to the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are golden partridges in pairs."
"A pair of golden partridges."
I have to say that this voice, which has been trained by musicians for three months, is much better than before. If it weren't for the presence of the Emperor, Concubine Hua would have wanted to cheer loudly for An Lingrong.
Looking at the beauty, listening to the music, and eating melon seeds, Concubine Hua suddenly understood the emperor's happiness.
I also understood why the emperor suddenly asked An Changzai to sing a song.
I'm afraid the Emperor has been staying in Yiku Palace for the past few days and must have gotten bored of it.
Little did she know that she had long been tired of the emperor, but she just couldn't show it.
Now, listening to An Changzai's voice, Hua Fei couldn't help but say,
"An Changzai has a great voice, why not sing another song."