MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine-Chapter 82

After a few swing dances, the time is almost noon, it is a cold food feast. Although the food presented is refuge from fire, the royal chefs still have the ability to make them full of color and flavor.

While eating, while enjoying the beauty sitting on the swing frame, the flute sounds melodious, even if it is not good, the singer can't help but listen. On the contrary, other people present here seem to be familiar with it, and they are completely blind to the person who plays the flute.

Probably used to see, used to listening to, after various arranging, this small scene is really nothing. Zhuang Luo took a sip of the wine cellar. In such a place, status means life.

"Zhao Xianrong likes this song?" The Queen suddenly spoke and smiled at Zhuangluo. "These are the monks raised in the palace. You are the master of the palace. If you like it, you will call someone to perform in the palace." Also."

"When I heard this song is very beautiful, I couldn't help but divide my **** and let the goddess laugh." Zhuang Luo put down the wine cellar and smiled respectfully at the queen.

"This song is called Baihua drunk, the tunes are really beautiful, you don't know when you enter the palace. The song that was softly sung in the past was the sound of the sound of nature. Although the sound of the flute is wonderful, it is more beautiful than the song that was sung in the past. Child, still a lot worse." The Queen said this, looked at the emperor, "To say, no one in the palace is more beautiful than the soft scorpion, the emperor you said?"

"The soft scorpion is indeed the voice of the sky," Feng said. He did not seem to notice that the Queen's words were not useful. "If you don't say Zhao Xianrong, you have never heard of soft songs for some time."

Softly, she got up and smiled and said: "Thanks to the emperor, the queen is praised and feared."

Some days ago, because of the use of Xihe Palace slaves, she has been coldly treated by the emperor. Now, although the empress said that she would use her as a singer, she gave her a look at the emperor, so I didn’t know whether it was annoyed or happy.

Feng Jin looked at her delicate appearance, and no longer spoke, pointing to the two dishes in front of him. "I remember that Shu Gui is happy, this dish is for Shu Gui. This plate of gold stone, silver and silver flowers, Zhao Xianrong loves to eat, Give her aside."

The so-called gold stone emerald flower is actually a green pepper preserved egg, Zhuangluo got up and thanked him for directly pinching a piece into his mouth, and did not look like that.

Shugui is more than Zhuangluo's, and now Su Xiuyi is reprimanded by the emperor because of Zhuangluo. Shugui is the sister of Su Xiuyi, and Shu Guizhen has also participated in the brothers of Zhuangluo. No matter what the faces of the two, this is no longer inside. Dealing with it.

Both of them are the first smug people in the palace. No one dares to succumb to offense, so they are cold-eyed and fighting the two.

"The taste is really sweet, thank you for the emperor's reward." After using a bite, Shu Guizhen once again smiled softly and got up and thanked the emperor.

"Love loves you, you use a few more mouths." Feng Jin smiled, his eyes turned, and Zhuang Luozhen had already buried his head with three or four pieces, and he said: "Zhao Xianrong, this golden stone emerald flower is delicious. Your wounds are not healed, or you are not greedy."

I was quite reluctant to look at the green pepper preserved egg. Zhuang Luo looked up and looked at the emperor. He stood up and walked a courtesy. The voice was a little smaller than Xie En. "Yes, the emperor, he is out of order."

Feng also wants to say the last two sentences. Seeing her pale face because of excessive blood loss, she can only shake her head helplessly. "You are weak, don't have to be so many gifts, just sit down."

"Xie Huang Shang," Zhuang Luo took advantage of the situation, ignoring the eyes of a dry or envious or awkward eyes, the index finger gently slipped over the feet of the wine cellar, suddenly looked up, just to meet the sight of Shu Guifei looking at her.

Showing a light smile to Shugui, Zhuang Luo raised his glass and took a sip. The two collided and then moved away from each other.

"The emperor, today's spring is just right, after using the meal, if you paint a picture of the spring together, can you add a few points to Yaxing?" Shugui looked at the emperor, and smiled.

Feng Ming nodded. "Today is indeed a rare good weather. It’s a half-day sneak peek with the love of us."

Everyone knows in their hearts that Shu Guizhen wants to be embarrassed to Zhao Xianrong. After all, in this harem, who does not know that Zhao Xianrong has painted a bad painting, even the emperor said it was ugly.

Everyone went to Zhao Xianrong at this time, but they saw that the Lord’s face was calm and used a meal. There was no sense of anger. Many people felt in their hearts. This Zhao Xianrong was a sinking man. of.

After using the meal, the palace waiter has prepared the table and chair bench pen and ink basket, as well as the various paintbrush stone, just waiting for these masters to make a painting for poetry.

Some people say that painting is like a person, so those who are good at painting, in the minds of people, must be more sacred and dusty. Most of the harems are some of the family's family. They have learned piano paintings and calligraphy. Even if they are not proficient, they will know how to add some elegance.

Those born low, the nature is not too high, so whether they paint or not, is not so important. Among the Zhu Yu, some of the status painting skills are not so good, only the 嫣贵嫔 and Zhao Xianrong.

It is not very good to be born, and Zhao Xianrong is really not good at this thing, so many people are waiting to see the two jokes.

Zhuangluo, however, regardless of other people's ideas, put forward a pen on the silk, and no one else is not good at the past.

Shugui’s eyes swept over Zhuangluo’s eyes, and he smiled and bowed his head, sketching a magnolia flower.

Feng is the emperor. The chess and calligraphy paintings are just pastimes for him, so he is not addicted to this. He simply sketches out a piece of rock, and there is a half-open orchid next to the rock.

Soon after the emperor’s painting, other cockroaches naturally stopped and watched each other.

The Queen's paintings are well-regarded, and a picture of a peony is a noble atmosphere, which shows the style of birth of all of them. Feng praised two sounds and went to see other paintings.

As a favorite in the harem, Shu Guizhen is not only a dancer, but also a chess and calligraphy painting.

Zhuang Luo put aside the pen and looked at the eyes of Shu Guizhen who said good words, showing a smile.

When Jiang Guizhen looked at the painting in front of Zhuangluo, his eyes were a little surprised, and he smiled and said: "The painting of the girl is amazing."

"Just ask not to lose people," Zhuang Luo slammed the lips, and the woman in the harem sometimes could not regard herself as a basin, and anything directly fell out. The so-called surprise is to have an effect if the other party does not expect it?

Before the emperor walked to the case of Zhuangluo, there were some surprises in the paintings that had no expectations for his painting skills. There is only one red sea otter on the silk scorpion, a stone and a butterfly. The side of the blank is also carrying a word of Ouyang Xiu. Although the painting technique is far less than Ning, but it has an indescribable meaning.

"This year's flower wins last year's red. Unfortunately, it will be better next year, who knows who?" Feng Jin slowly read this sentence, and looked at Zhuang Luo's eyes deeply, then smiled: "Love's paintings are not counted. Choosing, but the meaning is rare. To be next year, I don’t know if painting skills will be better."

"Oh, I know that painting is not as good as people, but it is the class door." Zhuang Luo smiled.

Some of the singularity of the singer is not a taste. The emperor deliberately mentioned what is going to be next year. It’s hard to make it because Zhuang Luo’s title does not know the so-called words, so he has to make such a promise.

This is Zhuang Luo's provocation to his original "Flower without a hundred days of red"?

The empress seems to have a good opinion to Shu Guizhen's facelessness. Now the pavilion said: "The palace is full of Zhao Xianrong. This painting is fresh and pleasing, and it is also a bright spot. It can be seen that the original Gong Zhao Zhao Xianrong was not enough to draw."

"The niece praised, and I loved that chubby painting, and I couldn’t take it with my painting skills, so I painted it on the lantern on the same day." Zhuang Luo sneaked a smile, "Let everyone laugh."

"Zhao Xianrong is really deep in hiding," Shu Guizhen also smiled and said, "If not everyone is painting today, I am afraid that even the emperor still does not know that you have such painting skills."

"The maidens are heavy, and this is a painting that is unspeakable. I really don't dare to defile the eyes of the emperor." Zhuang Luo looked at the emperor. "I don't want to paint people. The emperor has never seen a sly painting."

"This is true," Feng said, raising his head and yelling at Shugui. "Looking at her can sit and never stand, painting this kind of thing, it is difficult for her."

The smile on the face of Shugui is a bit lighter. "But isn't the emperor like the lazy temper of Zhao sister?"

Feng Weng smiled and smiled. He did not take the word and turned and walked to Ning.

Everyone naturally followed the front, and only saw a pair of bamboo figures on the canvas. However, after a few strokes, they painted the charm and form of the bamboo, which is the singer’s painting technique. It is better than other women.

Everyone is naturally a sigh of praise, Shugui said: "Ning Yu's paintings are beyond our reach. I remember that two years ago, I would rather imitate Gu Yuzhi's as the original painting. These imitation skills are only feared that in addition to Gu Yuzhi's reincarnation, others must not Identify that it is not a real painting."

"The noble lady is praised, but it is just boring when she is idle. It is like playing, and it is so powerful." Ning Hao smiled, looked faint, and did not like it.

"Why would you be so modest?" Shugui stunned and suddenly said, "I don't mention this, I just forgot. The Emperor, Ning Yu is both good at painting and imitation, it is better to let her lick, that peacock. Who exactly is the figure and deliberately framed Zhao Xianrong?"

In the past nearly a month, the emperor and the empress have acquiesced that Zhao Xianrong was framed by someone with a heart. How does Shu Guizhen revisit this matter, is it to say that Zhao Xianrong is not framed, or does it mean something else?

Feng Shan eyebrows slightly moved, once again looked at Shu Guizhen, the index finger gently tapped Ning Yu's painting case, see Ning Yu because of his movements respectfully put the brush still in his hand, and then retracted his hand, Xiang Ning Ruan said, "Shu Guizhen said this, I want you to be embarrassed. The Queen, let people put the peacock tail up." Speaking of this, Feng suddenly suddenly paused, "after all, Zhao Xianrong with the day Put the paper basket, the flying paper basket is still the lead that you cut yourself."

When the emperor said this, the faces of the people changed slightly. The emperor’s words did not indicate that the day’s paper-hunting would not be Zhao Xianrong. After all, the emperor’s hands let go, Zhao Xianrong would have no brains to find. come back?

What was the silence of the emperor before that?

Before I bullied the Zhuangluo’s sorrow, I felt more and more afraid, and my face gradually became white. The original busy garden was dull.

Zhuang Luo did not think that the emperor would say such a sentence, the eyelids moved, and the line of sight continued to fall on the picture of Ning's bamboo. 2k novel reading network