MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine-Chapter 61

"What did Su Xiuyi say?" Zhuang Luoxiao smiled at Su Xiuyi.

Su Xiuyi looked at the eyes, I wonder if it was her illusion. Under the mapping of fireworks, there was an indescribable irony in these eyes.

Other trips are very compatible with looking at the two people, no matter who is unlucky, there is no harm to them.

"Just see Zhao Xiuyi indifferent to eating, he asked a word," Su Xiuyi put down the silver chopsticks in his hand, ignoring the irony in Zhuang's eyes. "It's hard to be wrong."

"Thank you for your sister's concern, but my sister is not very appetizing," Zhuang Luo faintly answered, and turned to the emperor and the queen, and they saw that they were also looking at this direction.

Feng Jin and Zhuang Luo's four eyes are opposite, seeing the calm eyes under the cover of the unspeakable loneliness, withdrawing the line of sight, slowly opening the way: "Zhao Xiuyi body weak appetite will not be good, put this mountain The chicken's nest is given to Zhaochong, and this thing raises the stomach."

"Thank you for the emperor's reward." Zhuang Luoqi got up and thanked.

Soft and ridiculous, this Su Xiuyi is really not self-sufficient. At this moment, Zhuang Luo’s head is full of enthusiasm. She wants to make a scorpion in such a small matter, but it is a shame. The squinting eyes looked at the calm and calm, and the two were really not like the cousins. No wonder the status is different.

The pheasant bird's nest soup is made from a small fire. It is extremely troublesome to make a soup. Zhuangluo tastes a bite with a silver spoon. It is really delicious. If she remembers it correctly, this is a very famous soup in Manchu. .

Seeing Zhuangluo seems to like this soup, Feng said a few smiles on the face, and turned to the Queen: "I know that she has always been a delicious temper, and now there is food, appetite is good. ""

The Queen smiled and said: "Zhao Xiuyi is good at food, and it is no wonder that the emperor specially gave his small kitchen and food."

Feng Xiao smiled and nodded. "She loves to eat, and she can't take her. She can't be fooled by her. Sending a meal is tossed by her, and she is relieved."

This speaker may have ulterior motives, but the person who listens will certainly wake up. The emperor’s words are obviously dissatisfied with her saying that Zhao Xiuyi is eating and eating, and also warned her not to do it?

The original Shu Guizhen is like this, and today’s Zhao Xiuyi is also like this. Is the emperor really so fond of the woman from the small family? Shugui’s beauty and good dance also has a strength. What is Zhuangluo’s calculation?

"Where is the emperor, there is no way, but it is not willing," the empress still smiled. "Zhao Xiuyi is also a favorite, and it is no wonder that the emperor prefers it."

Feng took a sip of wine and looked at the Zhuangluo who was immersed in the soup. He smiled and said, "Yes, this kind of temper is always unbearable."

The Queen's hand holding the chopsticks was tight, but the smile on his face was a little bit unchanged.

"But her temper is still childish," the emperor put down the glass. "Shugui is the best fit, and Derong women are rare in the harem."

I’m afraid that Shugui’s cockroaches are all right. The knuckles of the Queen’s pinch chopsticks are slightly white. If Zhuangluo makes her unhappy, then Shugui’s heart is a big hate for her heart, but no matter how many fresh women come from the harem, the emperor is the most The favorite is still this singularity.

Soft, 嫣贵嫔, Zhao Xiuyi, Ye Ronghua, these people are women who have been favored or favored by the emperor, but compared with Shugui, they are nothing.

“Shugui is naturally rare.” The Queen’s dry-spoken one took a look at the performers who performed acrobatics on the stage. It seemed that the artists on the stage performed extremely interestingly, and she was involuntarily indulged.

There was a smile on the corner of the mouth that looked down on the side of the meal, and there was something sweet about it in the middle.

After the porridge was served, after the fruit plate, the Shangshang Bureau withdrew the dishes. The rest was tea and snacks to watch the songs and dances. Until the arrival of the new year, the emperor issued some rewards.

Taking advantage of Tang Pozi's lazy reading of the national performance, then watching the emperor give some useful ministers blessing dishes, blessing the words, and then giving the clan room rewards, quite a red envelope for the New Year.

"There is a purpose in the Holy Spirit. I have been enthroned for many years, and the harem is on the side.

"Yin Yin Jin Xian, Jiang Xianzhen Jin Guizhen, Zhao Xiuyi Jin Xianrong, Ye Ronghua Jin Deyu, Kong Cairen Jin Yuyi..."

As one name is pronounced, some people are happy, some are desolate, and the most embarrassing is nothing more than a noble.

The list of Jinfeng is not classified as secret, so there is news from the Central Province of the province. People who want to ascend to the palace have also inquired clearly, but the old man who was supposed to be promoted has no news at this time. I feel like a joke.

Zhuang Luozhen also had some accidents. In the list she had seen, Qi Guifei was originally to be promoted to the instrument. Why didn’t she have her name? In this way, the name of the 嫣贵嫔 was later erased. What did she do to imprison the emperor?

"This purpose should have been announced after the year, but I am happy today, and I have announced that the specific matters will be prepared by the Ministry of Rites and the Central Province, and the Chingtian Supervisor will hold a good day to celebrate the good day." Feng Jin stood up, slightly Raised the head, everyone has slammed three long live.

Then there is the fireworks in the sky, almost to reflect the entire capital.

Zhuang Luo squatted on the ground, secretly looked up at the emperor who stood proudly, and instantly felt that his figure was tall, and it was really... the domineering side leakage, the big monster with strong waist and hard to overcome.

The lively dinner was finally over, and the people all left. The only thing that continued was the fireworks. Zhuangluo sat on the slightly swaying steps and looked at the sparkling fireworks in the sky. Suddenly something cold fell on it. Face.

"Mother, it's snowing." Yun Xi looked up at the sky, and said to the **** who was lifting the squat: "You are careful."

Now that Zhuangluo is already a side-by-side product, you can claim the following people, and the slaves will also call a goddess, not a "master" who can be called a grade.

"Well, this year's snow is good, and the harvest in the coming year is very good." Zhuang Luo blinked, and the snow falling in his eyes turned cold.

"The maiden knows this too?" He listened to the bamboo and smiled. "The slave slang has a saying that it is called the three-layer quilt of Maijiao. In the coming year, he sleeps with a hoe."

Zhuang Luo heard a smile, this sentence is still the folk songs in her primary school textbooks. Now, when I hear this sentence, I really have some time to pass through.

I couldn't help but look up again. In the dark sky, the fireworks couldn't tell the beauty and conspicuousness. She sighed deeply and passed away in a year.

On the first day of the first month, the wife of the dynasty worshipped, and the emperor stayed at the Jingyang Palace of the Queen.

On the second day of the first month of the first month, the emperor stayed in the hall of Linyuexuan, and the talented person who had just been admitted to the harem was in favor.

On the third day of the first month of the first month, the emperor rewarded a lot of jewels to Jane, and reprimanded the singer who deliberately made it difficult to be a talented person. For a time, Jane was in the harem.

"This snow is finally stopped," Zhuang Luo helped the bamboo hand, and slowly walked on the cleaned bluestone road board. Many flowers in the royal garden have lost their shadows. Fortunately, there are still some evergreens. The flowering branches make the Royal Garden a little more green.

"Luoer, this royal garden is so beautiful. When the flowers bloom in a few months, I don’t know how beautiful it is," a crisp voice rang out behind the flowers, and the tone was smug.

"The master, there are fewer flowers in this winter, and other times are beautiful."

Zhuang Luo picked up his eyebrows and listened to the bamboo around him. He whispered, "Who is there?"

After waiting for a long while, I saw a red woman coming out, which was particularly bright in the winter with snow.

"I have seen Zhao Xianrong." This red woman looked at Zhuang Zhuangluo, and she was busy with her, so how to look at the red dress.

Zhuang Luo took a closer look and recognized that this was the dance singer who was named as a talented person at the New Year's Eve. It seems to be called a moth?

"Zhen Cai people please," Zhuang Luo slammed his hand and looked around. "On such a cold day, you still come out to the garden."

Listening to the bamboo is somewhat dissatisfied. How does this Jane talented person name the woman around her, how can she be opposed to her own name?

"The house is dull, so I walked out and didn't want to meet the goddess," Jane answered carefully. "The goddess is also enjoying the scenery?"

A talented person should not ask the high-level points to go. Zhuangluo did not blame her for this. He replied indifferently: "Ningshao Niangniang invited the palace to taste tea, and the palace was also boring for a few days, so I wanted to go. It is not possible to enjoy the scenery."

Jane is amazed. "It turns out that I have never received an invitation, but I don't know."

Zhuang Luo smiled and did not answer.

When Zhuangluo’s group went away, Jane’s talents were somewhat envious: “I don’t know when I will be as honorable as this?”

The network carefully watched the back of Zhao Xianrong's group of people. "The slaves heard that Zhao Xianrong is one of the most favored goddesses in the harem."

The Jane people listened to this and their eyes heated up.

"That kind of talented person, there is really no rules," listened to bamboo slightly frowning. "This in the harem can accommodate her a small talent yelling."

"How does she work with us?" Zhuang Luo smiled and looked back. The red dress was still bright in the snow. "I don't care about it today. She will make a bigger mistake tomorrow. Who knows? What day will it be?"

If it is someone else today, this precious person can't be blamed by the stick. She doesn't want to make this head. At least the emperor has a bit of freshness about this precious person. She still doesn't know, she doesn't want to touch her eyebrows.

She is not a noble man, she is extremely confident in herself, and even forgets that the biggest person in this harem is the emperor.

"Hey, it’s a low-pitched voice, and even the basic rules don’t understand. Even the palace ladies around them dare to call them, it’s bold!” Listening to the cold.

Zhuang Luo listened to this words and smiled softly. How long can this talented person know how to be proud? 2k novel reading network