The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Fortunately, Jiang Wantang had taken precautions before preparing to pay his respects to the Cining Palace a few days ago.

She asked Yun Shang to sew a pair of knee pads for her and tied them tightly around her knees before going out.

Otherwise, I would have been kneeling for less than an hour and my knees would have been swollen.

Afterwards, Jiang Wantang picked up the scriptures on the table and flipped through them. There were the "Infinite Life Sutra" and the "Amitabha Sutra"...

This stack of scriptures, without exception, are all about rebirth.

It’s strange. Empress Dowager Qi worshipped Buddha all year round. Are there no other types of scriptures in the Cining Palace?

The eunuch in charge of supervision saw that she had not started writing for a long time, and when he thought of her rural background, he showed a look of contempt in his eyes.

He didn't show it on his face. He took a few steps forward and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is illiterate. How about I ask the Empress Dowager to make some concessions and change the punishment?"

Jiang Wantang sneered. No wonder she was asked to copy scriptures. They thought she was from the countryside and illiterate.

In this way, she could not only humiliate her in public, but also make Ji Wuyuan completely disgusted with her.

Just ask yourself, which emperor would like a woman who is illiterate and has a bad reputation?

Jiang Wantang glanced coldly at the eunuch who was speaking and said nothing.

The eunuch suddenly began to tremble slightly when she looked at him.

Then, she raised her hand and picked up the wolf-hair brush on the table, gently dipped it in the ink, and bent her slender, jade-white wrist slightly downward, and the black ink slowly spread on the yellow and white paperweight.

The whole set of movements is smooth and elegant.

The eunuch beside her was stunned. When he saw the handwriting she wrote, his pupils were shocked.

Different from the elegant and square plum blossom-shaped calligraphy of most aristocratic ladies, Jiang Wantang's handwriting is cursive script, with powerful and sharp strokes.

Just looking at the words, it is hard to imagine that such majestic handwriting could have come from the hands of a woman in the harem.

The eunuch couldn't help but take a step closer and stared at Jiang Wantang in disbelief.

There are rumors in the capital that the second daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who just returned home, grew up in the countryside and is very uncouth. She is a pretty girl with nothing but beauty.

But he looked completely different.

Just looking at the way Concubine Jiang holds the pen, she sits there quietly without making a sound, and her aura is spreading.

He had never seen such an elegant, imposing, majestic and somewhat free-spirited font before.

The emperor's calligraphy in this palace is as vigorous and powerful as iron and silver, but that is also the momentum and skills that have gradually become apparent since he was a child under the influence of power.

As a result, the eunuchs supervising the eunuchs had less contempt on their faces and more respect and admiration.

Then, he tactfully stepped aside, watched from a distance, and stopped disturbing them.

Inside the palace, Nanny Sun leaned close to Empress Dowager Qi's ear and whispered to her what was happening outside.

Empress Dowager Qi paused while serving tea, raised her eyes, and looked out of the hall with a deep gaze.

I underestimated her.

The morning sun is warm and dazzling.

Under such sunlight, copying scriptures is undoubtedly a torturous labor.

Jiang Wantang knelt on the white marble floor tiles, her little face flushed from the sun.

Soon, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and temples, and gradually the thin shirt on her back was wet with sweat...

However, Ji Wuyuan, who was in Taiji Palace, already knew the situation in Cining Palace.

Tai Chi Palace.

Wang Fuhai hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward to ask, "Your Majesty, are you really not going to Concubine Jiang's place..."

He was halfway through his words when Ji Wuyuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I don't keep useless people around me."

Ji Wuyuan's expression was cold and his words were indifferent: "If such a small matter requires me to intervene, then she has no right to stand before me."

"Flies and ants swarm together, tigers occupy the mountains."

"Ants, only fit to be slaughtered!"

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan put down the wolf hair brush in his hand and placed it on the pen holder.

Then he picked up a painting he had just finished on the table, lowered his eyes to admire it, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Curious, Wang Fuhai craned his neck to look over. On the paper was a drawing of a gigantic, ferocious-looking jackal, its sharp fangs bared, viciously biting a tiny, pitiful black wildcat.

The scene is bloody and brutal.

Seeing this, he felt a chill all over his body and got goose bumps.

His Majesty's mood swings are becoming increasingly difficult to understand...

Wang Fuhai silently withdrew his gaze, stepped aside, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Here, Jiang Wantang was exhausted from kneeling in less than half an hour and was thinking of finding a suitable moment to pretend to faint.

However, just as she shook her head and began to think about it, there was a lot of commotion at the gate of Cining Palace.

The eunuch at the door suddenly shouted in a shrill voice, "The Concubine Xiao is here!"

Concubine Xiao? !

Jiang Wantang suddenly turned around and looked at the sound.

Concubine Xiao came from the Pingyang Marquis Mansion and was Xiao Jingheng's biological aunt.

In her previous life, when she attended a palace banquet with Xiao Jingheng, he took her to visit her in Shoukang Palace.

Some fragmented memories flashed through Jiang Wantang's mind.

In her memory, Concubine Xiao once held her hand affectionately and said many intimate words. She was a kind and gentle elder.

At that time, the two had just gotten married, and Xiao Jingheng was still thinking about Jiang Wanfu. He sent her to Concubine Xiao's Shoukang Palace and then found an excuse to leave.

She knew that he had gone to find Jiang Wanfu.

Taking her to visit Concubine Xiao was just a cover so that he could take the opportunity to sneak into the harem to see his sweetheart Jiang Wanfu.

That day, when Jamel Xiao came back to pick her up, his face didn't look very good.

Concubine Xiao looked at him with a smile and scolded him, "Stinky boy, where have you been? It took you so long to come back."

"If you marry such a beautiful wife who is as pretty as a fairy, you must hold on to her tightly and cherish her, otherwise you will regret it."

Then Concubine Xiao took her hand again, smiling kindly: "Tang'er, Jingheng is such a stubborn child. You have to be more tolerant of him. If he makes any mistakes in the future and doesn't appreciate your kindness, you can punish him..."

Jamel Xiao scratched his head uncomfortably, his ears red.

And she nodded with a blushing face.

Seeing this, Concubine Xiao smiled even more broadly. She said, "Given your two outstanding looks, Tang'er, you must give us the Xiao family a few more big, plump great-great-grandchildren in the future. It would be best if their eyebrows, eyes, and appearance resemble yours. That would be the best."

Perhaps it was because of the loneliness in the deep palace and she hadn't seen her relatives for too long, that day Empress Dowager Xiao kept talking to them for a long time.

It was not until the palace gates were about to be locked that he reluctantly watched them leave.

Before leaving, Concubine Xiao took her hand and Jamel Xiao's hand and put them together.

She said, "Jingheng, every person with cold hands will meet someone with warm hands."

"You are lucky, my boy, you finally found a good man, and your aunt is relieved.

"You must cherish the girl in the future and live a good life together."

"..."