Under the Empress Dowager, all members will be King

The goldfinch stared at the parrot, which was twice its size. Its small body exuded enormous coercion. The parrot trembled and refused to fly.

The parrot's claws are like iron hooks, its eyes are shining, it can recite ancient poems in writing, and it can fight wild cats in martial arts. It has always been the most arrogant master of the Palace of Compassion and Ning.

At this time, he was uncharacteristically, allowing the little canary to step on his head.

The little canary walked ahead, and it followed behind, as if the younger brother met the older brother.

"Why didn't Princess Zhen come?"

"The bamboo shoots in the side hall are as tall as half a person. Concubine Zhen is tidying up the yard."

"How to deal with the dug out bamboo shoots?"

"Pile up compost."

"It's too extravagant, go and have a look."

A group of eunuchs holding hoes gathered in the side hall. At this moment, they raised their hoes and began digging separately on the ground.

The bamboo shoots mixed with soil were dug out from the pit, and the eunuch raised his knife to chop the bamboo shoots, "Wait a minute!"

Qi Yu'er carried her skirt and ran two steps forward, today she came to give Concubine Zhen a pattern, it was a coincidence that she met Concubine Zhen digging bamboo shoots.

She thought of seven or eight kinds of bamboo shoots, pickled pepper bamboo shoots, stir-fried bamboo shoots, dried bamboo shoots and stewed pig's trotters...

What a good bamboo shoot tooth, it grows naturally, there is no trace of artificial cultivation, why not leave it for cooking.

"Concubine Zhen, can you..."

Qi Yu'er didn't finish her words, but Concubine Zhen had already guessed her intentions.

"Find a small cart and send the freshly dug bamboo shoots to Xiangfeng Hall."

The eunuchs brought hatchets and started peeling the shells. Qi Yuer's eyes lit up. For foodies, fresh ingredients are far more attractive than gold and silver treasures.

Qi Yuer personally supervised the work, urged the eunuchs to proceed carefully, and then personally directed the cook to cook a table of wine and dishes.

Qi Yuer's appearance is bold and bold, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as wind and clouds.

When Zhu Beifeng didn't want to eat, he often came to see Qi Yu'er for dinner, and seeing her laughing while eating, he felt that life was very beautiful.

"The bamboo shoots from outside the palace have not been delivered yet, where did the ingredients on Aifei's table come from?"

"Give it to Concubine Zhen from the Palace of Compassion and Ning."

Zhu Beifeng's eyebrows twitched, and Qi Yuer deftly served Zhu Beifeng a bowl of lotus root pork rib soup.

“The lotus root is crispy and tastes good.”

"It's fresh, I just dug it from the Lotus Wind Hall."

"Aifei is really good at using ingredients."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

Qi Yu'er was holding bowls of dry rice, one bowl after another, and eating so much, the key was that she didn't gain weight, which was outrageous, outrageous.

After the two of them finished their meal, Zhu Beifeng taught Concubine Qi how to paint, on which there were ten stalks of green bamboo, and Concubine Qi stared at the painting intently.

"Look at what?"

"There are no bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest painted by the emperor."

"My concubine, there are no bamboo shoots in the green bamboos in autumn."

Qi Yuer was thoughtful, "Your Majesty, can you draw lychees?"

"You want to eat lychees."

"Hey, is it that obvious?"

"Especially obvious."

"It's a little difficult to transport the lychees from Lingnan to the capital, but if my concubine wants to eat them, it's not too difficult."

Qi Yuer clapped her hands quickly: "Don't, I don't want to be scolded."

"How can you be scolded for eating a few fresh lychees?"

"A concubine who rides the world of mortals laughs, but no one knows that it is the lychee. This poem has been passed down for hundreds of years, from the elderly to the young children in Zongjiao. Everyone knows that Concubine Yang Guifei wanted to eat lychees and ran to death many fast horses."

"It turns out that you also have something to be afraid of."

"The concubines are so timid, they don't even dare to step on ants."

As soon as the words were finished, Shuangxi exclaimed, "There are bedbugs, your majesty, run away quickly, the slaves will come and slap it to death."

Concubine Qi jumped up in fright, then lifted the low stool by her feet
, and throw it at the bug.

"It's dead, it scared me to death, I'm too timid, the emperor sticks to it."

"Oh, it scares the concubine enough."

Zhu Beifeng saw through but didn't tell the truth, "My concubine is frightened, there are many mosquitoes in summer, so I should pay more attention to my concubine."

Qi Yuer smiled shyly, her face flushed.

The two talked unhurriedly, and walked around the palace gate hand in hand.

Shuangxi reminded appropriately: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

Zhu Beifeng got up and left, Qi Yuer sent him to the gate of the palace, "My concubine, go back and rest, I will come to see you as soon as I am free."

The emperor was like a gust of wind, coming and going, Qi Yuer's heart was full and then empty.

After entering the palace, she found that she had changed. Apart from food, she had a concern for the emperor for the first time, and this concern would become deeper and deeper with time.

Zhu Beifeng left Xiangfeng Hall and immediately went to Penglai Pavilion. Concubine Mei's injuries had already healed. She held a long sword in her hand and performed a set of Taiji swordsmanship. Mei Qingqing lived up to her name, proud and aloof.

Her sword moves are open and closed, quite famous.

Zhu Beifeng pulled out a long spear from the weapon rack, stepped forward and cleared the move with Mei Qing.

The two of you come and go, but it has not been possible to tell the winner.

If Mei Qingqing had been a man, I would have had another powerful general. It's a pity, a pity, a pity.

Mei Qingqing put down her sword and went forward to chat with Zhu Beifeng.

"What happened to the emperor?"

"Aifei is superb in swordsmanship, she really shouldn't be trapped in the harem."

"The world is peaceful, and the common people have enough food and clothing. The courtiers and concubines would rather be useless in swordsmanship than see their lives burnt."

Zhu Beifeng's heart softened when he heard the words, and Mei Qingqing was reticent, but every time he said something, it could soothe the ripples in his heart with precision.

An octagonal pavilion was built in Penglai Pavilion, and a stone table was placed in the hall, on which a chessboard was spread, looking forward to fighting with the characters black and white.

"When I was studying yesterday, I saw many heroines in the female school recorded in the book, for example, Ban Jieyu, Li Qingzhao, Fuhao and others. I always felt regretful. Such talents were not reused because of their daughters. It is really a pity."

"A few days ago, Concubine Zhen had a heart-to-heart talk with me, saying that she plans to set up a girls' school with the Queen Mother and Concubine Xian. My concubine might as well teach swordsmanship."

Mei Qingqing held the hand of the chess piece for a while, and it is not impossible to be a teacher. While teaching others, her swordsmanship will also be improved.

"I just mentioned it casually, if Aifei doesn't want to, forget it."

"The concubine is very willing."

"The sky in the imperial palace is square and square, and the sky in the back house is short and small. If Aunt Tang had had a skill back then, my childhood would not have been so hopeless."

Concubine Mei didn't know what Zhu Beifeng had experienced in childhood, the other party didn't take the initiative to ask, and she didn't ask, but stood side by side with him, being a listener.

The two played three games of chess, Zhu Beifeng won one and lost two, Zhu Beifeng liked Mei Qingqing's uniqueness, she would be very happy when the emperor came, and she would not be discouraged when the emperor left.

Mei Qingqing never changed her life trajectory because of the arrival or departure of others.

Xiaolan chirped, "Master, you must never become a swordsmanship instructor."

"Why?" Mei Qingqing was puzzled, since she was idle anyway, it would be good to go out and exercise.

"The female students in the college are probably the masters of gold branches and jade leaves. They can't stand the bruises, and they will cry for several days if their skin is broken."

Mei Qingqing didn't make a decision right away, she planned to listen to what Concubine Zhen had to say when she paid her respects tomorrow.