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

The Queen's hand was icy cold, and Li Chengzhen felt like he was being held by a poisonous snake. He suppressed his inner resistance and forced a smile: "My child understands."

Li Chengzhen stayed in Kunning Palace for half an hour, forced to listen to the queen's chattering, and finally managed to escape.

He quickly left Kunning Palace and stood on the dark palace road, breathing deeply like a fish escaping from a sea of ​​suffering.

The cold night wind made Li Chengzhen's hair messy. The maid behind him asked cautiously, "Your Highness, do you want to return to the palace?"

There were crickets chirping in the corner of the palace wall. Li Chengzhen closed his eyes and said, "Go back to the palace and call those young eunuchs."

The maid was confused: "Your Highness, if the Emperor and Empress knew... they would definitely be angry - ah -"

Before the maid could finish her words, she was kicked away by Li Chengzhen. The maid was so scared that she trembled and dared not say a word.

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On the same night, at Luoyue Lake outside Beijing, the lake breeze was cold at night, and a skinny figure was sitting in the pavilion by the lake. There was a small bamboo lantern at Yang Xuanji's feet, and the wind made the lantern creak.

"master!"

"The master is there, tell the lady quickly."

The voice of a servant came from the lakeside.

Soon, Yang Xuanji's wife, Luo, came in a hurry. Luo was old, but she had a bad temper. She stepped forward and angrily scolded: "You old man, why are you running to the lake in the middle of the night instead of resting in your house? If you want to commit suicide by jumping into the water, at least die at home."

Although she said harsh words, Luo did not forget to put the warm cloak on her husband's shoulders.

The servant retreated outside the pavilion.

Mrs. Luo sat next to Yang Xuanji and asked with concern, "I went to the palace today and came back in a daze. Is the Emperor and the Queen Mother going to punish me?"

Yang Xuanji tied the cloak belt, his eyes slightly open, his expression distracted. He turned his head and asked Luo: "Madam, I claim to be well-read and knowledgeable. I claim that everything else is inferior, only reading is superior... But today I know that the foundation of this country is made up of the 'inferior' people I look down on."

Luo was confused. She reached out and touched Yang Xuanji's forehead, wondering, "You don't have a fever. You're just talking nonsense. Come home with me and drink two bowls of ginger soup before going to sleep."

Yang Xuanji seemed to be possessed, and immediately held Luo's hand: "Madam, you don't know how to teach and educate people, and I don't know how to cook soup or embroider. But you are a good wife, but I am not an all-round scholar."

Luo Shi didn't understand such nonsense. She grabbed Yang Xuanji's arm and said angrily, "If you want to learn embroidery, I'll teach you some other day. You have what you can do, and I have what I'm good at. I'm not inferior to you."

The couple left the lakeside pavilion.

Yang Xuanji followed his wife in a daze, but his mind suddenly became clear.

Yes, you have what you can do, and I have what I am good at!

No matter how smart the little prince Li Chengtai is, he is not as old and experienced as Yang Xuanji! He can learn from the little prince, and the little prince can also learn from him.

There is a sequence in learning, and different skills and specializations in different professions. We should make progress together and learn from each other's strengths to overcome each other's weaknesses.

Yang Xuanji laughed loudly, and his hearty laughter was heard far away in the night wind: "Madam, I will go to the palace tomorrow and ask the emperor for permission to teach the eighth prince to read!"

Luo's eyelids twitched, and she shouted, "Someone, bring the ginger soup to the master!"

Although he drank ginger soup, Yang Xuanji still fell ill the next day after being blown by the cool breeze by the lake for most of the night.

The illness came like a mountain falling on him. Yang Xuanji was already old and felt dizzy from the illness.

After all, Yang Xuanji was an old minister who was highly respected, so Li Yuanjing sent imperial doctors to diagnose Yang Xuanji.

The news reached Changxin Palace. In the courtyard of Changxin Palace, the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom. Lu Xuan sat under the eaves, watching the old nanny teach her one-year-old son to walk.

Lu Xuan had a hard time carrying this baby. She always had trouble sleeping at night and vomited frequently. She drank a lot of medicine to preserve the pregnancy, but the fetus was still unstable. She could only rest in the yard to preserve the pregnancy.

"Master, Yang Xuanji is bedridden, and three old doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau have gone to treat him." The palace maid Xiaoqin reported the news.

Lu Xuan seemed to be thinking about something, and murmured, "The Concubine wanted Yang Xuanji to teach the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince and Yang Xuanji had a dispute, and Yang Xuanji fell ill after returning home... It's funny, really funny."

Lu Xuan originally thought that Shen Wei and the Queen were different.

Today, Lu Xuan found that Shen Wei and the Queen were no different. They both valued their sons' education and forced them to study.

The queen's son, one who died suddenly from studying too much, and one who was mentally distorted at a young age, had lost his future. Now, Shen Wei is also going to follow the queen's old path.

"Forcing things to grow too fast will only lead to endless trouble." Lu Xuan looked at her babbling son in the yard, a smile flashing in her eyes.

Lu Xuan ordered Xiao Qin: "Go to the palace and spread the news. Just say that the Eighth Prince is naughty and has made Yang Xuanji sick."

Yang Xuanji was highly respected, and many of the civil officials in the court were his students. Knowing that their teacher had been angered by a young boy and became ill, these civil officials must have had a grudge against the eighth prince.

Shen Wei wanted her son to inherit the throne in the future, so Lu Xuan destroyed the Eighth Prince's reputation early on.

How can a prince with a sick teacher win the hearts of his subjects?

Xiao Qin nodded smartly: "Master, don't worry, I will do it right away."

Xiaoqin left Changxin Palace. In the courtyard where the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom, Lu Xuan's one-year-old son took his first steps. Lu Xuan looked at her son with a smile on her face, hoping that he would grow up soon.

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Xiangyun Hall.

Liu Qiaoer sat under the sycamore tree, threading the needle and making new clothes for the child. Since Shen Wei took charge of the harem, the monthly silver, cloth and food for the concubines and palaces have never been short of money.

As summer was approaching, the Ministry of Internal Affairs took measurements for the little princes and princesses and made new summer clothes for them.

But Liu Qiaoer didn't trust Shen Wei. The new clothes sent to Xiangyun Hall by the Ministry of Internal Affairs had a light scent of incense. Liu Qiaoer always felt that there was something wrong with the clothes and that it would hurt the child, so she sewed clothes for the child herself.

Liu Qiaoer was not even at ease with the meals sent from the imperial kitchen. She would use a silver needle to test for poison every time, and would only give them to the children after making sure they were safe.

"Master, I heard that the Eighth Prince made old Mr. Yang Xuanji sick." The palace maid who served Liu Qiaoer whispered.

Liu Qiaoer smiled and shook her head: "It's too hasty. The Eighth Prince is only four years old. Concubine Chen is too impatient."

The palace maid sighed and said, "The Concubine Chen is so capable that she can suppress the Concubine Shu and hold the power of the six palaces."

Liu Qiaoer was also quite surprised.

In Liu Qiaoer's past life, Shen Wei died early in the Prince of Yan's mansion. Unexpectedly, in this life, Shen Wei was assisted by God and overcame all difficulties, from a small peasant girl to the most powerful woman in the harem.

Liu Qiaoer shook her head, her needlework not stopping: "Being too ostentatious will backfire on you. Just wait and see, sooner or later, Concubine Chen will reap what she sowed. Concubine Shu, the Queen, and the Queen Mother, none of them are fools."

Shen Wei is too ostentatious and has no idea how to educate her children. Sooner or later, the emperor will get tired of her.

The palace maid who served Liu Qiao'er lowered her head and remained silent, not joining in the insults.

Deep down, the palace maid had some respect for the new Empress Chen who was in charge of the harem.