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

The Prince of Yan's Palace has become a thing of the past, and the wives and concubines in the palace have entered the palace one after another and become concubines of the new emperor.

The princess moved into Kunning Palace.

She stood at the majestic and solemn gate of Kunning Palace, looking at the two large characters "Kunning" embroidered in gold and carved on the plaque, a smile of victory appeared on the corners of her lips.

From then on, she was no longer the Princess of Yan, Tan Tai Shu Ya, she was the honorable Queen Mother of Daqing, the queen respected by everyone.

"Mother, you targeted me in every way. Have you ever thought that I would live in your palace?" The new queen, Tan Tai Shuya, smiled.

It is said that the Empress Dowager went to Mount Taihua to rest.

But in the eyes of the queen, the queen mother was not resting, but was forced to leave the palace. Relying on the support of the queen mother, the Xie family led a group of old officials to criticize the new policy issued by the new emperor. For the sake of the overall situation, the new emperor sent the queen mother out of the palace.

The emperor is ruthless, and there may be a rift between mother and son.

The young queen smiled and moved into Kunning Palace with great pride. She had suffered a lot in the Prince of Yan's Mansion before, and Li Yuanjing had many dissatisfactions with her.

After thinking about it, the queen decided to go see the emperor. The queen carefully put on her makeup and looked at her face in the mirror. She felt helpless. In the past few years, she had lost her beauty and her husband's favor in order to take care of her children.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. The Bodhisattva appeared and she was reborn.

The queen brought her palace maids to Chang'an Palace where Li Yuanjing handled state affairs.

"Empress." The eunuch beside the emperor came to report respectfully, "Princess Zhaoyang is in the palace. Please wait outside the palace for a moment."

The queen was not annoyed, and waited outside the palace with the palace maids. The queen glanced around casually and suddenly found that the eunuch who delivered the message looked familiar.

He has a youthful appearance and clever eyes.

Isn’t this the eunuch Deshun who was beside Shen?

Shen was driven out of the palace, but Deshun was lucky enough to become a eunuch serving the emperor. This position was quite famous, and after serving for a few more years, the position of chief eunuch would sooner or later belong to Deshun.

"Your master has been driven out of the palace. Why don't you go out with him to serve him?" the queen said sarcastically.

Deshun smiled and said, "Water flows to the lowest place, and people go to the highest place. I have only one master, the emperor."

The queen's smile widened.

Shen Wei, oh Shen Wei, she had enjoyed great success for a year or two, but ended up with such a miserable end. The servants around her scattered like birds and beasts, how pitiful.

Just as the queen was gloating over the misfortune, there were tiny footsteps at the gate of Chang'an Palace. Zhaoyang, with red eyes, walked over the threshold of the palace with her sleeves brushed, obviously having just been scolded by Li Yuanjing.

"Zhaoyang, why are you crying?" the queen asked with pretended kindness.

Zhaoyang wiped his tears and said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law."

Zhaoyang felt depressed.

In the past six months, Yanjing City has been in a mess. Her father and the crown prince were killed by her third brother, her second brother succeeded to the throne, the queen mother left the palace, Shen Wei was abandoned... A series of blows fell on Zhaoyang, and she felt at a loss.

She felt like she was in a big river flowing eastward, with the water rolling around her and pushing her downstream.

The situation changed too fast, and she couldn't adapt. Today, Zhaoyang went to the palace to see the emperor, hoping that he could take Shen Wei back to the palace, but was severely reprimanded, and Zhaoyang had to leave with grievance.

The Queen had always disliked Zhaoyang and deliberately teased him, "You are not young anymore. When the war in Liangzhou stops and Young Master Yan returns, I will make the decision to let Young Master Yan become your consort. Women have to get married eventually, and at your age, it will be difficult to get married if you delay any longer."

Zhaoyang is already twenty years old, but has not yet married, and rumors are spreading throughout the city of Yanjing.

"My princess's marriage is decided by my brother, so I don't need to worry about it." Zhaoyang snorted coldly, "New people are coming to the palace one after another, so I should focus on the harem, lest the new people take away the queen's power and become a joke in the harem."

After saying that, Zhaoyang turned away.

The queen gnashed her teeth. This unruly and headstrong princess would be punished by her sooner or later.

The queen restrained her expression, put on a gentle and calm face, and walked into Chang'an Palace holding the hand of Nanny Liu.

"I pay my respects to His Majesty." The Queen knelt respectfully and saluted. She raised her head and looked at Li Yuanjing who was sitting at the desk.

Li Yuanjing was wearing a dragon robe, with a straight figure. On the long sandalwood desk, memorials were neatly arranged. He was holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand, and his eyebrows were as strange and sharp as ever.

Facing the queen, Li Yuanjing looked normal: "What's the matter?"

His voice was calm, without any emotion.

The queen knelt on her knees and looked at Li Yuanjing sincerely: "Back then in the palace, I made a big mistake. I have been facing the wall and thinking for many days, and I have already changed my ways. From now on, I will definitely take on the responsibility of managing the six palaces and will not slack off."

Li Yuanjing put down his brush.

He said in a normal tone, "It's good that you think so. Stand up."

The queen was delighted.

As long as she reforms her past, stops neglecting her duties, and manages the concubines and children well, perhaps the emperor will slowly remember her kindness, and the estranged relationship between husband and wife will slowly recover.

After pleading her case to Li Yuanjing, the queen left happily.

Chang'an Palace was quiet and peaceful. The incense from the crane copper furnace slowly diffused. It was cold in January and the Chang'an Palace was deserted.

Li Yuanjing looked at the pile of memorials on the desk and rubbed his brows wearily as he thought of the various disputes in the previous dynasty.

Eunuch Deshun came in with a cup of tea and placed it gently beside the table. He also asked the palace maid to bring two soft golden cushions and gently placed them on the chair behind Li Yuanjing.

Li Yuanjing slowly opened his eyes, picked up the white jade teacup and took a sip. The elegant and fragrant tea tasted slightly spicy and had a rich rose scent. After taking a sip, his stomach felt warm.

"This tea..." Li Yuanjing was stunned.

Deshun bowed his head and said, "This is the winter tea prepared by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Li Yuanjing's tongue was fine, so he knew that the winter tea prepared by the Ministry of Internal Affairs would not taste like this. Li Yuanjing leaned back, and the cushion was unusually soft, fitting the contour of his waist perfectly.

He reached out and touched the two cushions. They were soft and comfortable, with delicate brocade cloth as satin, and a faint scent of mugwort.

The cushions made by the embroiderers of the Imperial Household Department were often more beautiful than practical. Obviously, these two cushions were not made by the embroiderers of the Imperial Household Department.

"Where did it come from?" Li Yuanjing asked Deshun.

Deshun lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth: "Your Majesty, this is the rose ginger tea that Master Shen left behind before she left. She said that it is cold in winter, and Your Majesty is tired from reviewing memorials. Drinking more of this tea can warm your stomach and relieve fatigue."

After a pause, Deshun continued in a low voice: "Master Shen was worried about the arrow wound on your back and worried that the pillows in the palace were not soft enough, so he specially collected the best cotton and cashmere and made two pillows."

Li Yuanjing felt pain in his heart.

No one could care for him like this except his Vivi.

He ascended the throne and stood at the highest point of Qing State, covered in glory. But in the dead of night, Li Yuanjing looked at the huge palace, with lanterns lit everywhere, like a huge cage, cold everywhere, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

He felt lonely.

He always thought of Shen Wei, and the ordinary yet beautiful five days he spent with Shen Wei in Liujia Village.

Unfortunately, the time is not right yet and he cannot take Shen Wei back to the palace.

...

Inside Qing Palace.

The weather was still cold, and the plum blossoms were blooming in clusters inside the palace walls. The queen was in a good mood, and the feeling of regaining power was so wonderful that she was a little too proud of herself.

Aunt Liu saw this and couldn't help but remind her, "Master, although you are now in charge of the six palaces, you should look at the long term, but don't bother with the concubines."