The will of the Taiyang Palace has not yet been spread, and the concubines of the harem have been tossed to death by the scriptures.
"Five days, Su Clan asked Ben Gong to copy the scriptures for five days!" Concubine Ning looked at the scriptures on the table, her eyes were bloodshot, she waved her hand and wanted to shred all the scriptures on the table, thinking of Su Clan's tossing people The means, forcibly endured.
"Niangniang." The palace maid looked at Concubine Ning who was furious, and stammered her neck. "Concubine Su Gui of Mingyue Palace sent someone to tell me...
"What else did she say?" Ning Fei was so angry that her chest heaved and she held the table tightly with both hands: "Speak!"
"Concubine Su Gui said that she is grateful for the benevolent hearts of all the empresses. Tomorrow... Tomorrow, continue to copy the scriptures."
"Su Meidai!" Concubine Ning finally couldn't bear it anymore, and swept the scriptures on the table to the ground: "The slut is really deceiving!"
"Madam, calm down." The female officer bent down and picked up the scriptures scattered on the ground: "Su Clan's holy family, Zhenglong, please bear with it. Throughout the ages, which traitorous concubine was not a youthful beauty and ended miserably. You still have His Royal Highness King Qi, Your Highness. The phoenix looks like a dragon, shows off the class, and is praised by all the officials in the court. As long as you stay calm, everything will be fine."
"At the beginning of the Lingzhou group..."
"Niangniang!" The female official put the scriptures on the table: "You forgot that you were sick eight years ago. Your Highness was benevolent and filial, and stayed in the palace to serve illnesses. You and His Highness did not accompany you in the car."
"You're right." Concubine Ning gently smoothed the corners of the scriptures, and said softly, "My son is filial and filial, how could it be compared to that of King Chen?"
In the Mingyue Palace, Concubine Su Gui looked at the archives organized by the Dali Temple, and snorted noncommittally: "A concubine who was not favored by the late emperor, went to great lengths to buy a maid of the Mingyue Palace, and borrowed embroidery pictures to provoke the relationship between this palace and Jiuzhu. what?"
If she had such great ability, she would have won the favor of the late emperor long ago, how could she be just a low-level treasure forest when the late emperor died.
"I don't care who is the mastermind behind this incident, I will continue to copy the scriptures for this palace before I completely calm down." Throwing the file on the table, Concubine Su lazily closed her beautiful eyes: "Wait for the cruelty in their hearts. When qi is scripturalized, there will be less energy to do little tricks behind the scenes.”
"These people with ulterior motives think that they can use these small means to divide you and Miss Ming, but they don't know that Miss Ming is smart and discerning, which not only exposes their conspiracy, but also damages a lot of confidants." Xiang Yan smiled: "That day Even the slaves did not expect that Miss Ming would pretend to agree to the other party, and then secretly tell the slaves."
"It means that in her heart, she regards this palace as a trustworthy object." Concubine Su knew very well that if this matter were encountered by other noble ladies from aristocratic families, most of them would choose to decline, or in the safest way, vaguely remind them she.
In this way, they can protect themselves to the maximum extent and not be involved in the conspiracy of the harem.
In fact, this is the perfect solution. But sometimes, the most touching thing is precisely that unreserved imperfection.
"Alas." Concubine Su Gui suddenly sighed, "Xiangxian, you said that if the Ming family has any opinion on this marriage, and Jiuzhu is caught between my son and the family, will it be difficult?"
Fragrant silk was silent.
Niangniang, Miss Ming and His Royal Highness haven't married yet, you think a long way.
"By the way, Niangniang, a small incident related to Miss Ming happened the day before yesterday." Xiangshuang said: "On the way back from the old lady of Pingyuan Hou's mansion with her family daughter, she encountered Miss Ming's carriage and didn't even say a word of greeting. I just waited for Miss Ming to avoid their carriage. Later, when I happened to meet King Qi, the old lady of the Hou residence opened her mouth to let Miss Ming go first."
"The group of women in Pingyuan Hou's mansion are also worthy of letting Ben Gong's daughter-in-law condescend to avoid them?!" Concubine Su opened her eyes, "Ben Gong gave them face?"
Xiangxuan reminded in a low voice, "Niangniang, Miss Ming has not yet married His Highness."
"So what if you haven't married yet, at the birthday banquet that day, this palace didn't understand enough?" Concubine Su sneered: "Calling Mrs. Pingyuan Hou, there are rumors that Pingyuan Hou's mansion is extravagant and indulges the false words of the servants. This palace wants to know how the Pingyuan Marquis Mansion manages the family."
Don't blame her for hitting them in the face if she dares to let her future daughter-in-law avoid the streets.
When it comes to bullying others, she is more skilled.
Ming family.
Shen shi walked into her daughter's yard and saw that her daughter was painting at the desk under the tree, and her footsteps stopped.
"Mother." Jiuzhu's ears and eyes are bright, she heard footsteps as soon as Shen shi entered the courtyard, put down her paintbrush and looked at the door: "Is there anything I can do to find my daughter?"
When she was painting on weekdays, her mother never came to disturb her.
"The Ministry of Rites sent someone to say that there will be an order later, you should change your clothes so as not to appear neglectful." Shen shi walked over to her daughter, glanced at the picture of the rotten lotus and defeated leaves on the table, and moved away calmly. Line of sight: "I don't know what it will be."
So solemn, it doesn't seem like a trivial matter.
Could it have something to do with the wedding date of the daughter and His Royal Highness
"My daughter will go right away." Jiuzhu asked Shen Shi: "Mother, how do you think the painting of "Koi Playing Lotus" painted by my daughter?"
This question brought Shen's memory back to more than 20 years ago, when she and her husband had just met each other, and her husband was like this, holding a painting that could not be seen, and confidently asked her if she was happy or not. I like the pictures he made especially for her.
If it wasn't for his good looks and nice voice, she would have liked to ask back on the spot, "What kind of thing are you drawing?"
It was only because his eyes were too affectionate, which made her lie against her heart.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, when her husband finally has a clear understanding of the level of painting, she still cannot escape the fate of lying for love.
"The artistic conception is extraordinary, the brushstrokes are interesting and very good."
How can a mother praise her daughter as a lie, it is love.
"Since even the mother said yes, then the daughter can rest assured." Jiuzhu hung the painting: "When the painting is finished, I will give it to His Royal Highness King Chen."
Shen Shi: "..."
Although it is said that His Royal Highness Chen Wang does not like poetry and books, he should still have the ability to appreciate paintings normally. If his daughter sent this painting to Wang Chen's mansion, would King Chen think that his daughter was deliberately insulting him
"Can't you?" Jiu Zhu saw her mother remain silent, her eyes gradually dimmed.
"Of course." Shen shi said, "It's just that my daughter's pen and ink are precious, and I shouldn't show it to others easily."
"Please don't worry, mother." Jiuzhu smiled happily: "Besides my own people, my daughter will not be given to anyone."
Shen shi tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled with difficulty. I hope King Chen can coax Jiuzhu to be happy just like she coaxed her husband back then.
Three quarters later, Li En, Minister of Rites, entered the Ming Shilang's mansion with the imperial decree, and he was accompanied by the court's Luju in golden armor.
"Brother Ming." Li En looked at Ming Jingzhou's family, who were dressed up and waiting at the middle gate, and smiled at him: "Today, I have come to declare the decree by His Majesty's holy order, and Ming Shilang will listen to the announcement."
"Long live Your Majesty!" Ming Jingzhou looked at the golden armor book behind Li En and was very puzzled. Why did His Majesty send all the honor guards in the palace
"... Loyal to the monarch and patriotism, and heart to the people... "
"My heart is grateful for Mingqing's loyalty, and the sincerity of the earl to Mingqing, the title of Ningkang."
Ming Jingzhou knelt on the ground in a daze, unable to believe his ears.
title
His Majesty actually gave him a title
How many famous ministers and generals, the ideal in life is to be awarded the title of nobility, and to enjoy the imperial temple after death. However, the emperors of the past dynasties in Dacheng would not easily seal foreign ministers, so the title is particularly precious.
Even if the Ming family has two champions and a first-place finisher, they don't dare to think about the knighthood, and now they give him the knighthood
Jiu Zhu knelt on the ground and peeked at Ming Jingzhou. His father, who was always graceful, moderate in advance and retreat, and whose joy and anger were indistinguishable, even showed an expression of surprise and joy.
"Congratulations to Ning Kangbo." Li En handed the imperial edict to Ming Jingzhou, with emotion and worry in his eyes. The two are both friends and colleagues. He naturally understands the reason behind His Majesty giving this title to Ming Jingzhou.
"His Royal Highness Chen and Ling Qianjin's wedding date has been set." Li En helped Ming Jingzhou, who was still kneeling on the ground, "The second day of the second lunar month after the beginning of spring next year."
The second day of February…
Ming Jingzhou suddenly looked down at his daughter who was kneeling on the ground, and whispered, "The second day of the second lunar month..."
"Father." Jiu Zhu helped Shen Shi to get up, winked at Ming Jingzhou, and quietly reminded him that he hadn't thanked His Majesty yet.
"My minister thanked His Majesty for his love." Ming Jingzhou knelt down in the direction of the imperial palace with the imperial decree in his hands: "As a minister, the minister should be gracious to His Majesty in order to repay your kindness."
Holding the imperial decree that weighed more than a thousand gold tightly, he knocked his head down.
"Father." Jiuzhu knelt down with Ming Jingzhou, her tender hand supported his arm, soft but powerful.
Ming Jingzhou looked at his daughter's childish face, got up to send Li En and Jinjia Luju away, and sat in front of Jiuzhu: "Jiuzhu, do you like King Chen?"
Jiuzhu nodded, His Royal Highness King Chen was kind, and Concubine Su Gui was considerate, she liked it very much.
"I understand for my father." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a long time: "You are the jewel of the Ming family. Whenever, your mother and I will never watch you suffer."
"My daughter knows." Jiuzhu put her arms around Shen's arm: "You are the best father and mother in the world."
She was lost so far, for so long, day after day they looked for her and thought of her. Never give up, never forget.
It was already winter, and King Chen was covered in morning mist, sitting in the carriage leaning against the cushions, his face numb.
The sound of hoofs could not drive away his inner fatigue, and even he didn't want to believe that he woke up early in the morning just to go to the Ministry of Rites to do things.
"His Royal Highness." The carriage stopped, and Chang Sui whispered from outside the carriage, "Someone stopped the carriage ahead."
King Chen lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the figure in the mist.
"His Royal Highness." Jiu Zhu turned around, jumped on the spot twice, and waved to King Chen in the carriage.
Why is this silly girl here? King Chen didn't even use the horse stool, so he jumped out of the carriage and strode in front of Jiuzhu: "It's so foggy outside, what are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for Your Highness." Jiuzhu took out the painting tube hidden behind her: "On the day of the Empress' birthday banquet, I saw that Your Highness liked the carp flower tin between my eyebrows, so I specially made a picture of a koi carp as a gift. Your Highness."
Taking the painting tube that You carried with Jiuzhu's warm palm, King Chen sighed: "The morning fog is thick and dew is heavy, and it can be delivered anytime on weekdays, so why wait here early in the morning?"
"Public affairs are the most important thing. Your Highness is usually worried about the affairs of the Ministry of Rites. How can I disturb you?"
King Chen looked at Jiuzhu's hair tips wet by the mist and the tip of her nose reddened by the cold wind: "Wait."
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Jiuzhu looked up at him.
Taking out the handkerchief, King Chen wiped the mist from her hair stiffly, wiped it a few times, put the handkerchief in Jiuzhu's palm, turned her head, and said in a rough voice, "Your hair is wet, wipe it yourself."
After he finished speaking, he went back to the carriage to get a small hand warmer and stuffed it into Jiuzhu's hand: "You go back earlier, the Ministry of Rites will not be able to do anything without this king."