MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine-~ 67 women like flowers

Men are always happy and tired, and women are always old, so together with these two creatures, real life is more like an ethical drama than a fairy tale.

Zhuang Luozhen personally hangs a piece of jade for the emperor, and maintains a half-squatting posture to look up at the emperor. "The emperor, the sky is still cold, the road must be careful."

"I know, I have been weak in recent times, and I should be careful," Feng said. He reached out and helped Zhuangluo, and caressed her to wear the blue silk behind her shoulders. "In the past few days, I have already cleared the lotus pond in the temple. This year's lotus must be Still beautiful."

"Emperor!" Zhuang Luo squinted and opened his eyes, "I always give trouble to the emperor."

"How can loves think like this, and in the heart, it is trouble," Feng said to take it into his arms. "I love it, don't say it again. There are many women in the harem, and the mind is pure and inevitable. Hate, you believe in temperament, so you don't have to worry too much."

Release the woman in her arms and reach out to wipe the tears in her eyes. Feng said with a smile: "The time is not early, you should go up and go for a while."

"Gong Gong to the emperor," Zhuang Luoyi leaning against the door, reluctantly looking at the back of the emperor.

Feng returned to see, see Zhuang Luo also reluctantly looked at his back, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, turned out of Xihe Palace.

On the 15th day of the first lunar month, it is the first lively festival after the New Year. The masters of the harem will let the slaves under their face make a beautiful lamp. At night, they will light up the branches to show their wish for blessing. .

The harem is even more dizzying on the lights, in order to make the attention of the emperor, because the emperor will also choose the most beautiful lamp award at night.

In the garden, the clothes are fragrant, and we are wearing a close-knit girl’s smile, just like a fairyland.

The emperor and the empress took the park and looked at the lights hanging everywhere, one by one.

"This year's lights are more beautiful than in previous years," the empress pointed to a glimpse of the delicate fairy-tale peaches. "This lamp is so vivid, what is it?"

The eunuch, who stood by the side, looked up at the famous brand on the lantern, and went forward: "Return to the empress of the empress, this lamp is done by Su Xiuyi."

"Su Xiuyi is really attentive," the Queen smiled two points, "reward."

Feng looked at the lamp, and couldn’t help it. He looked around and suddenly pointed at a round lamp. "Take the lamp down and give it to you."

The little **** was busy going forward to take down the lamp. Feng took it and looked at it. He didn’t laugh at all, and the gas was not.

This lamp was made into a piglet, not as ugly as the farmer raised, but a round and sturdy look. The pig's stomach also mentioned two poems, the words are well written, and the poems are somewhat nondescript.

"This pig should be in the sky, and there are a few memories." Feng Xiao coughed and looked at the famous brand hanging under his eyes. "Zhao Xianrong, this good poem, was destroyed in the hands." What is this look like?"

Zhuangluo, who was in the middle of the crowd, saw that the lamp he had made was smashed by the emperor, and his mouth was pumping. He looked at the audience and looked at the "taste of taste" to make a smile on the emperor. "Return to the emperor, I think this pig is awkward, not the other pigs can compare, so I thought that only this poem is worthy of this pig."

"The original poems are not worthy of this pig lamp," Feng said and looked at the lamp again. "It is also a bit new, Gao Dezhong, put the lamp up, don't scare the other."

The Queen knocked at the lights that didn't look like four, and looked at the back of Gao Dezhong's departure. Isn't that going to the direction of the main palace?

"Zhao Xianrong's lights are really special," Su Xiuyi looked at Xiao Zhuang with a smile and laughed, and did not wait for Zhuang Luo to talk, and quickly walked behind Shu Guizhen.

Zhuang Luo sighed in his heart, and other people who passed through the q version of Meng are always able to get amazement. How come her sad reminder?

Sure enough, reality is different from crossing a novel. This ancient and modern aesthetic is not a line at all.

"What is this lamp? What is the beauty of the lamp, it is very close to the joy of the yuan." Feng said pointing to a beautiful lamp, immediately took the palace.

"Yade steps white dew, night long invading Luo socks. But under the crystal curtain, Ling Ling look at the autumn moon." Feng Jin read the poems on the lamp, looked at the eyes behind the eyes, did not say anything, just let the **** put the lights Closed up.

Shugui looked at the beautiful lamp and glanced at the back, with some disdain in his expression.

"This kind of work is really sour," Su Xiuyi snorted, and after all, did not dare to say too loud.

The emperor seemed to hear Su Xiuyi’s words and looked at Shugui’s direction. Shu Guizhen looked up and the Queen looked at each other, without the meaning of avoiding halfway.

The two quickly moved away from the line of sight, but just as they saw the scene of this scene, there was some emotion, and the two could make a fight with their eyes.

On the second day after the Shangyuan Festival, the Hougong people heard the latest news from Ganzheng Palace, and the emperor turned over the sign of Xu Zhaorong.

After Zhuangluo got the news, he couldn't help picking his eyebrows. Xu Zhaorong is this a pet or an emperor? If it is the former, it is not very good. After all, this seems to have no hostility to himself.

Woke up in the morning, Feng Jian opened his arms and Xu Jiarong sorted out his robes for himself. Seeing Xu Zhaorong squatting on the ground to organize his shoes, Feng Jin reached out and raised her. "The ground is cool, these things are best given to the ladies."

"I will be willing to do anything for the emperor," Xu Zhaorong took care of the shoes, put his hands in his hands, and slowly stood up.

"If it's cold, you will feel bad," Feng said, reaching out to caress his hair, but he felt that this blue silk was not as smooth as Zhao Xianrong, and then he took back his hand. "You should leave."

Going to the door, Feng returned to the head and only saw Xu Zhaorong's respectful and stern body. Although he was respectful, he was somewhat boring.

When the emperor left, Xu Zhaorong looked up, with disappointment in his eyes, but nothing to do.

In the morning, on the bluestone road, the cold air invaded the face, let Zhuangluo take a breath. Although it is no longer snowing, the spring is chilly, and the morning is still cold and uncomfortable.

"The goddess, the sky is so cold, you should take it out," listened to the bamboo and tightened the cloak on the body. "Do not freeze the body."

"Where is it so expensive," Zhuang Luo smiled and looked up. He just saw the emperor Yi Yi who had seen the bright yellow in the distance. She looked at the line with a blank expression and gradually walked away until she had no shadow. Let's go."

Listening to the bamboo worry, I looked at my master and carefully held her hand. "Mother, be careful."

When the first month of the month passed, it ushered in the February 2nd Flower Festival, and the official book of the Jinzheng was also set for the day.

Zhuang Luozhen wore the official Haiyan Hongxianrong costumes, took over the sacred book of the Queen’s hand, and went to the empress for three worships, while the history officer recorded this scene, she was truly meaningful. The sage of the sage.

When the Queen saw Zhuangluo’s worship, the tassels and the golden steps of the hair were only slightly shaken, and the manners were very appropriate. The face smiled and said: “Wang’s heart is a sacred body, and you should not slack off.”

"I remember the Queen's Mother to teach," Zhuang Luoyi once again performed a ceremony.

"Well," the Queen nodded. "Retire."

Zhuangluo quietly retreated to the side, heard the next shackled shackles, some thoughts of distraction, the more the position of the harem is up, the more quotas there are. The number of women who have high scores is already quite a lot. I wonder how many will fall in the future. How many more are there.

After the book was finished, the queen took the pictures to the royal garden to see the flowers. The flower branches in the royal garden had already been covered with delicate cut flowers, so that they could see the branches as if they were really flowers.

The Queen took over the colorful sly from the palace lady, took a red rope and tied it with the squid. It seems to be sighed: "Since the note, every time you spend the palace, you will hang a color plaque on the squid, now After so many years, the flower trees are still beautiful, but the palace has lost its color every day." After that, after seeing the eyes, you are all hanged."

Shugui took over the things that the palace woman handed, and smiled and said: "If the Queen's maiden loses its color, they haven't had a color before." The white-haired fingers like a scallions hit the red rope with a beautiful knot. The cockroach hangs on the flower branch.

Zhuang Luozhen thinks that the Queen’s words really mean that they will lose their color one day, but the female has an old day, and the color is finally destined to be a faint, she wants to live alive for the rest of her life. For a comfortable day, you need to spend more time.

The red rope was randomly tied to a knot, and Zhuang Luo took over the handcuffs handed from the bamboo and wiped his hands, and then enjoyed these vivid paper-cut flowers.

I have to say that the ancient talents are amazing, and she has never seen such a beautiful paper-cut in her previous life.

"Today is the flower dynasty, wait for the sisters to go to worship the flower gods, and the sacred scent can be added to the scent of the sage." The queen’s slow opening, "heartfelt, the stone is open, Shugui 妃 not Waste a good opportunity today."

"The Queen is so concerned about it, so I am so flattered that I will be more scented for the Empress Dowager." Shugui smiled and answered.

"This palace is different from Shugui, and Shugui is still better for himself." The queen smiled and looked at a group of green grass, with an indescribable elegance.

Zhuang Luo’s mouth was pumping. She didn’t listen to the Queen’s meaning at first, and she only wanted to understand it for a long time.

In the thought of the ancient Shu, the flower dynasty is also the flower **** festival, the flower is the birth / colonization / device, so the flower **** can bless the birth, the married woman worships the flower god, can give birth to the child. The Queen’s words made it clear that the sneer was a hen that didn’t lay eggs.

Quite sympathetic, I saw some stiff smiles, and the beauty is beautiful. The smile is so stiff and still so beautiful.

"The emperor is driving."

Upon hearing this report, Zhuang Luoyi said that with the crowd, he said that the emperor would not let go of the opportunity to appreciate flowers today.

Feng shouted and looked at the crowd and said: "Today is a good day to enjoy the flowers. You have already called the flowers, and you choose the flowers you like."

A few palace ladies brought a few flowers up, and Zhuangluo looked at the flowers in the plate, but they were not real, but they were made of various color papers. If you don't look carefully, you can't really be fake.

After the emperor personally selected the peony as the queen, the rest of the group began to pick, but they avoided the choice of peony.

Zhuang Luoyi randomly selected a pink lily, just wearing it to the horn, he heard a voice coming from behind.

"Zhao Xianrong is really elegant and elegant, and it is really appropriate to choose pink lily."

Zhuang Luo turned back and spoke for a long time without seeing Zhuang Yu.

The author has something to say: I slept for two hours last night, and I didn't have a chance to sleep during the day. The brain is really a paste. If there is any bug, please forgive me, change it tomorrow, everyone good night. 2k novel reading network