Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

The lame old woman in the house heard the noise and limped out.

Seeing Shen Wei being stopped by the Prince of Yan at the door, the old woman said helplessly: "Oh, concubine, I have already told you that the prince will be fine. If you run to the city, it will distract the prince."

Everyone thought that Shen Wei ran away to find King Yan.

King Yan felt pain in his heart. He held Shen Wei's fair hand and said in a low voice, "Be obedient. I will be able to stabilize the situation."

Shen Wei's nose felt sore and tears rolled down instantly.

If her skirt had not been caught on the rose thorns, she might have managed to escape by now.

But it was more than just the rose thorns that hooked her.

"I know." Shen Wei lowered her head sullenly, "The situation is chaotic, I am worried about the prince..."

King Yan stretched out his long arms and embraced Shen Wei again. He smelled the faint fragrance in Shen Wei's hair, and his inexplicably flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

The city of Yanjing was in chaos, and the King of Yan was unable to deal with it. But for some reason this morning, he suddenly wanted to see Shen Wei very much, and the thought was almost uncontrollable, so he risked his life to ride his horse here.

The King of Yan sent Cai Lian, Cai Ping, Ji Xiang, De Shun and others, and left four tiger guards to guard the yard. He did not stay, and looked at Shen Wei deeply: "Wait for me to come back."

He led his men and rode away quickly.

Shen Wei stood at the door, watching the King of Yan lead his troops away and disappear over the horizon. She sighed deeply and reluctantly accepted the unknown fate.

Something had gone wrong with her original life plan, but it wasn't a hopeless situation, and she still had time to make a new plan.

No matter how many twists and turns there are, they cannot take away your lofty ambitions; as long as you are alive, you will eventually succeed.

Cai Lian and Cai Ping continued to take care of Shen Wei considerately and meticulously as always.

Cai Ping smiled and told Shen Wei: "Master, don't worry. The three young masters are all under the care of the Queen and are heavily protected by the Imperial Guards. Nothing will happen."

After a pause, Cai Ping said with envy: "The prince is so good to the master. Even though Yanjing is in such a mess, the prince still came to see the master in person. This kind of friendship is really rare."

Shen Wei smiled but said nothing, her heart calm.

Sincerity is the least valuable. She cannot pin her future on a man's favor, nor does she want to live at the mercy of others.

When love is deep, I will naturally love you and pamper you; once love fades, I will kill you.

Life is long, who can guarantee that King Yan will always love Shen Wei?

It's useless to rely on others, you have to create your own future.

"Cai Lian, get the brush, ink, paper and inkstone." Shen Wei turned and walked into the house, her eyes glimpsing the lush roses in the yard again, "Cut down all the roses in the yard, they're an eyesore."

The four treasures of the study were delivered quickly.

Caiping went to the small kitchen to make a soup for Shen Wei to nourish her body and replenish her qi. Deshun and Jixiang cleaned the house, and the tiger guards patrolled outside the yard. Shen Wei sat at the pearwood table, spread out the paper, and began to make a new plan for survival in the palace.

When the King of Yan ascends the throne, Shen Wei will definitely enter the palace as a concubine. But once in the palace, Shen Wei will face many difficulties.

The Imperial Palace was a place that was more vast and more terrifying than the Prince of Yan's Mansion. The walls were so high that no one could climb out. Men and women were trapped inside, fighting for power, and every place was stained with blood and calculations.

Shen Wei's mind raced as she began to list the difficulties she faced on rice paper:

First, there must be a large number of new people entering the palace. These women are of noble birth and have various means of competing for favor, and the heart of the King of Yan may be divided.

Second, Shen Wei is the most favored person in the palace. After entering the palace, she will definitely be targeted by both new and old people.

Third, Shen Wei's three children are young and vulnerable, and Shen Wei's vitality was greatly damaged after giving birth, and her body aches have not yet dissipated. The body is the capital for struggle, and if the body is not in good health, how can you have the energy to fight with others.

Fourth, the princess will become the queen and the queen mother. When the new emperor ascends the throne, in order to maintain stability and leave a good reputation among the people, he must not neglect the queen mother. When the princess gains power, Shen Wei will be the first target to be suppressed.

Fifth, there are many princes and the competition for the throne is fierce. Shen Wei has to find a way to let her son inherit the throne.

The future is full of difficulties. Shen Wei held the brush tightly. She was not fighting alone, she also had the help of the Queen.

The Queen suppressed the Princess of Yan and promoted Shen Wei everywhere. This also means that the Queen is on Shen Wei's side and intends to support Shen Wei.

With the Queen as her helper and Prince Yan's love for her, Shen Wei's future days in the palace will not be too difficult.

Shen Wei breathed a sigh of relief and began to rethink her new life plan.

She will continue to roll, she will fight!

As I said, if you don’t fight or compete, you will have nothing. Your destiny is in your own hands, and your future is created by your own efforts!

In the next three months, the King of Yan did not appear in Shen Wei's courtyard again. Daqing was shrouded in dark clouds, turmoil arose, and the city of Yanjing was shrouded in gloom.

The hot summer passes, autumn goes and winter comes.

As early winter approaches, a new sun slowly rises in Daqing.

...

This year's winter came early, and the weather was freezing cold. After the funeral of the emperor and the crown prince, the Ministry of Works sent many craftsmen to start renovating the damaged buildings and roads on the streets of Yanjing and washing away the dirty bloodstains on the ground.

The rebels of Prince Heng fled outside the Great Wall, the new emperor was about to ascend the throne, and the city of Yanjing was slowly being repaired and gradually regaining its former prosperity.

The streets were cold in winter, and soldiers pushed a row of men and women out of the city gate. It was cold in winter, and the prisoners were thinly dressed. The men had heavy wooden shackles on their shoulders, and the women had cold iron chains on their hands. Some had numb expressions, and some cried bitterly.

"What are the origins of those exiled people?"

"The rebels in the Zhennan Marquis's mansion colluded with Prince Heng to cause rebellion. All adult men and women were exiled to Lingnan to do hard labor, and young children were consigned to slavery for life."

"Oh, didn't the Marquis of Zhennan marry that county lady? Where is the county lady?"

"The county lady and Prince Heng's gang have escaped. The Qing Kingdom is looking for them. If they are caught, they will be sentenced to death."

The people watched the excitement and chattered non-stop. The Heng Wang's followers were slaughtered, some were exiled, some were beheaded.

Shangguan Xuan had heavy shackles on his shoulders and his expression was numb.

Behind him came the cries of the women. The one crying the most was Shangguan Qian, who had been spoiled since childhood and had never thought that she would be exiled.

She cried with tears streaming down her face and begged, "Brother, I don't want to go to Lingnan, wuwuwu, I haven't married yet...Damn Zhao Qing, she is the one who ruined our mansion, wuwuwu..."

Shangguan Xuan said nothing, like a walking corpse.

For ten thousand taels, he sent the entire Zhennan Marquis Mansion into the abyss. Prince Heng knew that he had already lost and had already fled outside the pass. Prince Yan used the Zhennan Marquis Mansion as a warning to the court officials.

Why has it come to this?

Shangguan Xuan looked blankly at the gray sky in the distance. If he had not married Zhao Qing in the beginning, and treated Sun Qingmei better, with Sun Qingmei's generous dowry as a backup, he would not have been bewitched by the money of King Heng.

But he had no room for regret. The mansion of Marquis Zhennan collapsed and there was no chance of recovery.

As for Sun Qingmei... Shangguan Xuan thought with disdain, Sun Qingmei left Yanjing, seemingly escaping the fate of exile by luck. But how could a weak woman survive in this cruel world?

I guess Sun Qingmei wouldn't have a very good life either.

...

On the other side, Zhao Qing, who had luckily escaped exile, had his hands tied with ropes and was covered in wounds. Only two of his ten slender fingers were left.

The armored guards tied her to the horse's back and followed the team outside the pass.

When it got dark, the team stopped.

Bonfires were lit in the mountains, and the mountains of Nanchu could be seen not far away. Crows were circling in the sky. The guards patrolled everywhere, not letting down their guard.

Zhao Qing fell beside the bonfire, the warmth from the fire dispelling the coldness from her body. She was seizing every minute to warm herself up, when she heard the sound of footsteps. Zhao Qing trembled all over and raised her head in fear.

The first thing you see is a pair of black boots embroidered with gold, and then a wide red coat that flutters in the night wind. He holds a white jade fan in his hand, and his black hair falls loosely on his shoulders. Prince Heng Li Yuanli always likes to wear red. He looks frivolous and unrestrained, but no one dares to underestimate his formidability.

During this period of time, Zhao Qing has deeply experienced the terrifying nature of King Heng, and even the evil spirits in hell have to avoid him when they see him.

Li Yuanli squatted beside the bonfire, his delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a smile, and his voice was like a seductive voice: "Was "Taihua Notes" really burned?"