The wives of the concubines are empresses

Mu Xiang walked in with a can of red dates and white fungus soup. Seeing that her master was chatting happily with Minglan, she slowly stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I have asked the imperial kitchen to prepare red date and white fungus soup for you. Please try it."

Shangguan Wanjun smiled and said, "Okay."

Mu Xiang walked up to her, put the tray on the coffee table, took off the lid, picked up a bowl and spoon and scooped out a bowl of hot red date and white fungus soup.

Liu Cheng stepped forward and took out a silver needle to test the poison. After confirming that it was correct, she handed it to Shangguan Wanjun.

"emperor."

Smelling the fragrance, Shangguan Wanjun immediately felt a little greedy. She reached out, took the spoon and started to taste it.

"Well, it tastes pretty good and it's cooked very thickly."

Mu Xiang said happily: "As long as the emperor likes it."

Liu Cheng and Minglan both watched her enjoy the meal with a smile. Halfway through, Shangguan Wanjun suddenly looked at Minglan, which stunned her. Thinking that there was still one bowl, she pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Muxiang.

"Pour a bowl for Minglan too."

Mu Xiang and Ming Lan were both stunned. Ming Lan bowed to express her gratitude. Mu Xiang turned around and leaned over to fill a bowl and personally handed it to Ming Lan.

"Master Ming, please!"

"Thank you, Master Muxiang."

Mu Xiang retreated to stand beside Shangguan Wanjun. Seeing that her bowl was almost empty, she leaned over and asked softly.

"Your Majesty, would you like another bowl?"

"Have a bowl."

When Shangguan Wanjun was eating her second bowl, Mr. Qu came to the outside of the imperial study. Shi Qingxue hurriedly bowed when he saw him.

"This servant greets Mr. Qu."

"Xiao Shizi, is the emperor here?"

Shi Qingxue glanced at the imperial study and turned around: "I'm here, but do you need me to inform you?"

"Okay, I'm done."

"You're welcome, please wait a moment!"

Mr. Qu nodded politely, and Shi Qingxue turned around and walked quickly to the main hall of the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Qu requests an audience!"

Shangguan Wanjun sipped her red lips as she drank the red date and white fungus soup.

"Master? Come in!"

"Yes."

Shi Qingxue turned around and walked quickly to the outside of the imperial study, looking up at Mr. Qu who was waiting leisurely.

"Mr. Qu, the Emperor invites you!"

"Hey, here we come."

Seeing her master coming towards her in a dark blue brocade robe, Shangguan Wanjun looked up at Mr. Qu, who had a somewhat immortal look.

"Master, why are you here today? Is there something you want to see me about?"

Mr. Qu bowed respectfully and said, "It's nothing serious. I just came to see the emperor."

"Please give me a seat, Master."

"Yes." Liu Cheng quickly ordered the eunuch beside him to bring a chair.

After Mr. Qu sat down, he glanced at the bowl in Shangguan Wanjun's hand.

"What is the emperor eating?" He found that Minglan also had some, but no one else had any. Could it be that Minglan said something nice?

Shangguan Wanjun glanced down at the bowl in her hand and smiled, "Red Date and Tremella Soup. If Master is interested, I'll ask Muxiang to serve you a bowl as well."

"Then it would be disrespectful for me to refuse it." Not bad, I can even have a bowl of red date and white fungus soup when I come to the imperial study.

Old Qu took the red date and white fungus soup and savored it slowly. Shangguan Wanjun found that he had become much more polite when eating. It seemed that after living in the palace for a long time, his eating habits had improved a lot, which was a good thing.

After Mr. Qu finished drinking, Mu Xiang stepped forward to take the empty bowl, and Shi Qingxue walked in again.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Hua, General An, and Lord Landa are requesting an audience outside the palace!"

Shangguan Wanjun smiled gently: The gardener who helps me with the work has arrived.

"Xuan."

Liu Cheng got the order and stood up: "Appoint Concubine Hua, General An, and Lord Landa to see you!"

When the three heard the announcement, they stepped over the threshold one by one and walked into the main hall of the imperial study. They stood respectfully in front of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, and your father-in-law, your teacher."

"Please get up and go about your business."

The three of them came to the desk, lifted their robes and sat down upright. Concubine Hua - Tang Yihua and Landa Jun - Lan Naxin picked up the memorials to review and comment on them, but General Anyong kept frowning and watching.

Seeing that he was still motionless, everyone secretly guessed that General Anyong was in a daze again.

"General, you are not having a headache again, are you?" General An Yong was stunned when he heard this, mainly because he always had a headache every time he reviewed and commented on memorials.

Hearing her words, General Anyong sighed.

"Your Majesty, I am frightened by the densely packed characters." They knew him, but he didn't know them. It was really terrifying. This was several times more difficult than killing the enemy in battle.

Shangguan Wanjun sighed helplessly: "General, you can't do this."

General Anyong looked depressed: I am already so old, and I still have to work hard to learn to read.

Shangguan Wanjun kept shaking her head while Mr. Qu sat aside and watched the show quietly.

"It's a good thing to learn more, my son-in-law, you must work hard."

General An Yong felt a headache after hearing this. After Mr. Qu strolled around and left, Shangguan Wanjun waved at him, and General An Yong obediently stepped forward.

"Sit down. I'm taking a rest now. Let me teach you how to read and write."

When General An Yong heard this, he wanted to get up and run, but Shangguan Wanjun grabbed his ear and threatened him with a fierce look on her face.

"Dare to run? You can run away, but you can't run away from the temple."

Liu Cheng laughed when he heard this, adding fuel to the fire, "Yes, General An, you should listen to the emperor. You can't avoid the fifteenth day if you can't avoid it. You might as well learn more characters. Maybe one day you can chat and laugh with the emperor under the moonlight, don't you think?"

General An Yong's face was distorted with pain and he begged for mercy.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and forgive me."

Minglan was startled by Shangguan Wanjun's sudden aggressiveness, and was also shocked by Liu Cheng's adding fuel to the fire.

Minglan pursed her lips and glanced secretly at her master: My goodness, Eunuch Liu is so fierce, he dares to add fuel to the fire at this moment.

Tang Yihua, the concubine of Hua, and Lan Dajun, Lan Naxin, were stunned and looked at each other. Lan Dajun, Lan Naxin, could not believe what he saw and pinched himself hard, the pain making his face grimace.

"hiss……"

Now it was everyone's turn to look at him, and he was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Huapin-Tang Yihua was confused by him again.

Lan Dajun-Lan Naxin was embarrassed for a moment. At this time, Shangguan Wanjun unconsciously let go of her hand, and General Anyong was freed.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you are too cruel to your husband." He looked aggrieved, and Shangguan Wanjun felt ashamed to look at him.

"What happened to Landa-kun?"

"Ah, I'm fine, Your Majesty, please continue, continue." When did the emperor become so aggressive? Did he miss something?

Shangguan Wanjun looked at General Anyong and said, "I will teach you how to write my name. If you can't learn it this morning, you can forget about lunch."

General Anyong was shocked: "Ah, Your Majesty, can you bear to let your subject go hungry?"

"If you don't work hard, you'll go hungry. Or is it that the general has already given up?"

General Anyong pursed his lips, swallowed his saliva, and shook his head: "No, I dare not."

Woo woo woo, my dear daughter-in-law, how come you have changed?

Minglan ground the ink, Shangguan Wanjun wrote her name, and General Anyong began to write the first character stroke by stroke under her supervision.

"Don't push too hard."

"Right, that is it."

Listening to the previous interaction, Huapin-Tang Yihua and Landajun-Lan Naxin looked at each other silently, lowered their heads and sighed, and continued to deal with memorials.

Both of them sighed in their hearts: What a different fate for the same person. It was another day of envying An Guiren.