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

The King of Yan was filled with rage but had no place to vent it.

After thinking about it, King Yan walked towards Liu Ruyan's Qixue Pavilion, hoping to find some comfort in Liu Ruyan's quiet courtyard.

After receiving the news, Liu Ruyan and her maids came to the door to greet him. It was a hot summer night, and the King of Yan looked at the snow cave-like Qixue Pavilion and Liu Ruyan in white at the door from afar, and suddenly he didn't want to step in.

Every time I go to Qixue Pavilion, it feels like I’m attending a funeral.

If only Liu Ruyan could rest in the yard and change into a non-white dress, King Yan would not gradually lose interest in her.

"Greetings to the prince." Liu Ruyan's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad, as cold and pure as the snow on the top of a mountain.

King Yan walked into Qixue Pavilion.

Liu Ruyan calmly served him plum tea, and looked at King Yan with her watery eyes, as if she was missing her dead love.

As Prince Yan picked up the teacup, a buzzing mosquito landed on the back of his hand.

Bit a big red envelope.

Prince Yan frowned slightly and asked, "Didn't the Ministry of Internal Affairs send mosquito incense to Qixue Pavilion?"

The garden of Qixue Pavilion is full of trees, and there is a pond next to it that attracts mosquitoes. In the summer, the sounds of frogs croaking, insects chirping, and mosquitoes buzzing in the yard are mixed together, making it extremely noisy.

Prince Yan was kind of thinking about going back to Shen Wei's Liuli Pavilion.

At least there are no mosquitoes in Liuli Pavilion!

Liu Ruyan said calmly: "The mosquito incense smells bad, I don't like to use it."

Liu Ruyan had a cold body and was not very likely to be bitten by mosquitoes. All the mosquitoes bit the maids and eunuchs who served her.

Prince Yan took two sips of plum tea. He didn't like the slightly bitter taste of plum tea, but every time he came to Liu Ruyan, Liu Ruyan would always make him a pot.

Prince Yan put down his plum tea in annoyance and took a walk in the courtyard with Liu Ruyan.

It was a hot summer night. The moon in the sky cast a soft light. In the courtyard, there were green fireflies dancing. King Yan said casually, "The dancing of these fireflies is really beautiful."

Liu Ruyan was moved by the scene and said sadly, "Sometimes in my dreams I turn into a crane, and countless grasses in the world turn into fireflies. Sometimes I really want to turn into a firefly and leave behind the troubles of the world."

As she spoke, Liu Ruyan sighed in disappointment, tears welling up in her eyes.

King Yan: ...

I really can't continue the conversation!

There were many mosquitoes, but they didn't bite Liu Ruyan, who was cold, but kept biting King Yan. King Yan was in a hurry to go out today and forgot to wear the mosquito repellent wormwood sachet given to him by Shen Wei...

Thinking of Shen Wei, Prince Yan felt even worse.

He did not stay in Qixue Pavilion and left in a huff.

Liu Ruyan stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the majestic figure of King Yan leaving. She smiled bitterly, "Men have always been fickle. Shen Wei and I are both pitiful people."

Xuemei, who was serving him, silently pinched her philtrum.

Prince Yan came here with great difficulty, but before he could even get comfortable, he left with a gloomy face!

"Master, there are too many mosquitoes in our yard. How about I light some mosquito incense to drive them away?" Xuemei suggested.

Liu Ruyan shook her head calmly: "I don't like the smell of mosquito incense. It's not as good as the fragrance of plum blossoms."

Xuemei rolled her eyes silently and looked down at her hands full of mosquito bites. When will this hard life end?

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The Prince of Yan was full of anger and returned to his study to read for a while.

The study was stuffy, and even though there was an ice jar to hold ice cubes, a thin layer of sweat still appeared on Prince Yan's forehead.

Uneasy.

Fugui observed the expression of the king and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say, but it is not worth saying."

King Yan raised his eyes and said, "Tell me."

Fugui said awkwardly, "Your Highness, Master Shen is very loyal to you, it is unlikely that he would practice witchcraft. And I took a sneak peek before, that wooden figure doesn't look like a witchcraft tool, there are no curses on it, no silver needles piercing the heart, only the birth dates of Master and Master Shen, it's really a bit weird."

As soon as Fugui reminded him, King Yan opened the wooden box and took out the wooden man inside.

The wooden figure has an exquisite shape, with the name and birth date engraved on it and two circles of red string wrapped around it.

King Yan thought for a moment and told Fugui: "Take this box and go to Yuqing Temple to find a respected Taoist priest to take a look. I want to know what is so strange about this little man made by Shen Wei."

Fugui held the wooden box and said, "I'll do it right away."

It was late at night, and the King of Yan returned to the main house to rest alone. He lay on the soft big bed, with the soft wormwood pillow given by Shen Wei as a gift.

On the bed curtain hung the hanging sachet given by Shen Wei.

Next to the bed were a pair of black boots embroidered with gold that Shen Wei had made herself.

Even the white silk pajamas worn by Prince Yan were designed by Shen Wei...

King Yan was in a complicated mood. He didn't know when Shen Wei had quietly integrated into his life. King Yan thought of the strange wooden figure of witchcraft again, and sighed silently for a long time.

...

Rose Garden.

Zhang Yue put down the teacup, a smug smile still on her lips: "I didn't expect that Shen Wei was such a fool. She didn't know how to defend herself, and she even said stupidly [no way to defend herself], hahaha."

Thinking of Shen Wei's stupidity, Zhang Yue laughed wildly again.

Fang'er waited with her head down, and caught a glimpse of Zhang Yue who was getting carried away. Fang'er slightly lowered the corners of her lips to hide her sarcasm.

Zhang Yue laughed enough and started to choose her dress for tomorrow: "Quick, open my closet, I want to pick out a beautiful dress to serve the prince tomorrow."

Shen Wei was put in solitary confinement by Prince Yan, and it was a foregone conclusion that she would fall out of favor.

Zhang Yue must seize the opportunity to win the favor of King Yan.

...

On the same moonlit night, a luxurious carriage was traveling on the official road and stopped at a post station on the official road.

The silk curtain was lifted, and the veiled woman, holding the hand of the maid, walked into the deserted post station. The woman had a graceful figure, and even with a white veil, she could not hide her elegant temperament of a Jiangnan beauty.

"How long will it take to get to Yanjing?" the woman asked softly.

The maid replied: "Miss, if we hurry, we can still get ten days."

The woman gave a helpless smile: "My Ye family has been engaged in business for generations, but now the family business is declining. I marry into the Prince of Yan's mansion as a concubine, maybe it will help my Ye family's business."

The woman stroked her beautiful face, feeling melancholy.

Competing for favor, winning love, and making profits for the family, this is the path she cannot escape. She will definitely use all her life's skills to gain the favor of the prince, and no one can stand in her way!

I hope the King of Yan is a good man and can promise her a peaceful and wealthy life.

...

The next morning, it was dawn. Today was a day off for officials of the Qing Kingdom, and the civil and military officials did not have to attend court.

The exquisite and delicious breakfast was served on the table, but the King of Yan had no appetite and only drank two mouthfuls of rice porridge. At this time, Fugui came back with the news he had inquired about.

King Yan put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Tell me, what kind of witchcraft did that wooden man belong to?"

He wanted to know how Shen Wei was cursing him.

Fugui placed the wooden figure carved by Shen Wei on the table, his eyes full of guilt: "Your Majesty, you misunderstood Master Shen. I asked Taoist Qingfeng from Yuqing Temple to check it out overnight. Taoist Qingfeng saw at a glance that this is a peace spell from the Lingnan area."

King Yan was stunned.

Peace mantra?

I just listened to Fugui's story: "There are bandits in the Lingnan area all year round. The husband goes out to make a living, and the wife is worried at home, so the wife will privately carve the [peace spell]. On a wooden man, engrave the husband's name and eight characters on the heart, and the wife's name and eight characters on the back, and then use blood and red ropes as guides and bury them under a tree.

If the husband goes out and gets into danger in the future, the disaster will be warded off by his wife. Therefore, this peace spell is actually something that the wife uses to ward off disasters for her husband. Alas, Master Shen is from the south, and he created the peace spell to ward off disasters for the prince..."

Prince Yan's hands clenched unconsciously, and his heart was overwhelmed by the tide of bitterness and guilt.

No wonder Shen Wei looked so aggrieved when he went to Liuli Pavilion to confront her yesterday.

He was wrong!

Shen Wei would block the sword for him at the spring banquet, regardless of life and death; she would also stand under the eaves waiting for him to come home on a hot summer day.

But he actually doubted Shen Wei's feelings for him!

The King of Yan closed his eyes deeply, his heart felt like being eaten by ants. He almost killed a woman who loved him wholeheartedly.

"Go to Liuli Pavilion."

Fugui bowed his head respectfully and led the way in front.

Fugui secretly clenched the expensive snuff bottle in his hand, sighing in his heart, this Master Shen is really... rare!

Every time you are in desperate situation, you will find a way out.

Every time she encountered difficulties, she could always turn danger into safety skillfully, and made the King of Yan love her even more.

Fugui had been in the palace for decades, and he had never seen a concubine who was so good at competing for favor. Even during the most brutal years in the harem, when the wives and concubines used all kinds of methods to compete for favor, no one was more powerful than Shen Wei.

...

Zhang Yue dressed up early in the morning and put on all the valuable clothes and jewelry in her closet.

Zhang Yue went out early, planning to go to the Glazed Pavilion to "visit" Shen Wei first, and then go to the prince's study to serve him actively.

At the entrance of Liuli Pavilion, two fully armed guards in black were guarding the gate.

Zhang Yue was about to go in, but the guard stopped her politely: "The prince has sealed off the Liuli Pavilion, please go back, my master."

Zhang Yue rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "The prince has sealed off the Liuli Pavilion and forbade Shen Wei to go out, but he didn't say that outsiders are not allowed to visit."

The guard was silent.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue pushed the guards away and strode into the Liuli Pavilion.

This was the first time that Zhang Yue walked into the Liuli Pavilion. The spacious and bright house, the vibrant garden, the lush green grass and the clear pond made it look like a small fairyland.

Much better than her withered rose garden.

Zhang Yue looked at the Liuli Pavilion sourly. When she gained the favor of King Yan, she would also live in the Liuli Pavilion.

There was no one around, and the maids and eunuchs who served Shen Wei were not there. Shen Wei sat by the waterside pavilion, and the morning breeze blew the white curtains of the pavilion. Shen Wei's slender back was looming, looking lonely and pitiful.

The more miserable Shen Wei became, the happier Zhang Yue became.

Zhang Yue walked to the waterside pavilion with a smug look on her face, and said sourly:

"Shen Wei, you have come to this day. You used witchcraft to curse the prince. I think the white silk and poisoned wine will be delivered today."