Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 422: My Lady, I am here
That night.

The wind brought a rain cloud, and the drizzle was as thin as silk, dripping under the eaves, like crying and complaining.

Inside Shujing Palace.

Concubine Shu, wearing a light green brocade robe with dragon and phoenix patterns, knelt behind the desk. Perhaps she was a little sleepy, so she yawned lightly, put down the book, and listened to the sound of accumulated water flowing down the glazed tiles and hitting the stone slabs under the eaves.

pat.

pat.

pat.

The palace is deep and cold, and has been desolate for thousands of years.

The autumn leaves of the phoenix tree in the golden well are yellow, the pearl curtains are not rolled up when the night frost comes. The incense cage and jade pillow are colorless, I lie down and listen to the long and clear clock in the Nangong Palace.

Tears dried up and Luo Jin’s dream failed. Late at night, she heard singing in the front hall. Her beauty was still young, but her love was gone. She leaned against the incense burner and sat until dawn.

Qiaohua and Emei are both outstanding, and people said they were favored. I haven't seen the king for years, and the door is closed at sunset.

The embroidered skirt stands sideways in ecstasy, the maid moves the lamp and closes the palace door. The swallows don't come, the flowers are covered with rain, the spring breeze should blame itself for the dusk.

Concubine Shu lowered her head slightly, looked at the four palace poems she had just copied, sighed softly, her brows full of worry and her heart full of pain.

This was the content of a small booklet of Tang and Song poems that Li Chengze had purchased from the Northern Qi Dynasty and had sent to Shujing Palace by servants from the royal palace. After dinner, the rain gradually subsided. Listening to the words in front of the steps, she was moved and copied down a few of the poems.

Stroking the paper with wet ink on it and reading the contents silently again, she turned her body, pulled the brazier not far away, and prepared to light the paper.

Even if she was a non-confrontational person, she knew that if this poem full of resentment was seen by others and they knew it was spread from Shujing Palace, it would most likely bring her unnecessary trouble, so it would be better for her to turn it into ashes.

But just as she picked up the nearest paper and was about to light it, a gust of wind blew into the hall, blowing out the palace lanterns in the corners and the candles on the desk.

"Red Vermillion."

In the darkness, she called the maid's name.

It was quiet outside and no one answered. The only response to her was the sound of dripping water falling.

"Long Qin."

"Qing Ping."

The two palace maids remained silent.

She frowned, thinking that the three of them had gone to the bamboo forest in the Imperial Garden to dig bamboo shoots. Bamboo shoots after the rain were fresh, crisp and sweet, and one of her favorite foods. She reached under the wooden table and fumbled for a long time before finding a fire starter in the corner. She opened the lid and blew gently. A flame flashed, and a ray of light illuminated her fresh red lips and golden hairband.
She first lit the candle on the candlestick, and then went to light the palace lantern in the corner. At this moment, she glanced around and saw a black shadow standing in front of the door of the hall. Her heart suddenly rose to her throat, her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground.

"Come."

She only shouted "Come", and then there was no sound of "O man, there is an assassin". At this time, the candlelight illuminated the face of the uninvited guest, and the imperial concubine's eyes suddenly widened, because she knew this man. It was the Western Hu envoy, the Prince's Grand Tutor, and the Lord Chu who was the Grand Master of the Imperial Court.

"what?"

Chu Pingsheng walked to the desk and stood there, looking at the four palace poems and was slightly stunned: "Are you copying the little gift I gave you?"

How did he get into the palace?
Why come to her Sukkyung Palace?
What does a small gift mean?
Concubine Shu had many questions in her mind, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't utter a word.

"I'll untie your acupuncture points so you can speak, but you are not allowed to speak loudly."

Concubine Shu thought about it and nodded.

As soon as Chu Pingsheng pointed out, she felt her energy flow freely and she could speak.

"It's so late, why would you?"

"This question is asked, of course, when you walk in."

"I mean, do you know what time it is and where it is?"

"I can enter and leave the Emperor's Taiji Hall as I please, let alone your Shujing Palace." Chu Pingsheng picked up the paper with Luo Yin's "Palace Poems" and read it through by candlelight: "The handwriting is good, a bit like Li Qingzhao's running script."

"Li Qingzhao? Are you talking about the talented woman who wrote in "Three Hundred Song Poems" 'Flowers fall and water flows, one kind of longing, two kinds of idle worries, this feeling can't be eliminated, it just leaves my brow, but it stays in my heart'?"

Hearing him talk about his favorite poet, Concubine Shu forgot for a moment that he had trespassed into the harem.

"It's her."

“Is her handwriting good?”

"He has good talent, but his calligraphy and painting are just average."

Concubine Shu recalled what he said when her acupuncture points were restricted and she couldn't make any sound: "What do you mean by 'little gift'?"

"It's the booklet that's inside the Three Hundred Tang Poems."

"Are you talking about the booklet with all the contents? That was clearly given to me by the emperor."

"Him? Do you think a prince would give something like this to his mother?"

Concubine Shu was deeply shocked.

I hadn't thought about it carefully before, but now after hearing what Chu Pingsheng said, it is true that these palace poems have a sense of resentment and misery when read. Not only will they double the negative emotions of life in the deep palace, but if seen by outsiders, they will also easily attract criticism. Li Chengze is not a fool, how could he do such a thing. "When did you put it in the book?"

Chu Pingsheng put down the paper with the palace poem written on it and moved closer: "It doesn't matter when I put it in the "Three Hundred Tang Poems". What matters is that you are not satisfied with your current life."

Looking at his face getting closer and closer, listening to his words full of hidden meanings, she understood that these palace poems were used by Chu Pingsheng to test her thoughts.

"What are you doing? This is the imperial palace. If you dare to do anything wrong, His Majesty will not forgive you."

"Your Majesty? How long has it been since His Majesty touched you?"

Concubine Shu turned over and tried to crawl backwards, but was hugged by Chu Pingsheng from behind: "Since I dare to do this, I am not afraid of him knowing."

"Chu Pingsheng, you thief, if you don't let go I will call for help."

"No problem. Get everyone here and let them see what we look like together. I'm a barbarian from the west, so I'm not afraid. But what about you?"

Chu Pingsheng leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you think His Majesty is willing to turn against my master for you, or to keep things quiet and kill everyone who knows about this? Let me tell you another secret. The Queen Mother was killed by my master. Li Yunqian knew it very well, but did he do anything?"

Concubine Shu's body trembled and her mind went blank.

The Queen Mother was actually killed by Bai Feng?
Li Yunqian knew that Bai Feng was the murderer, but he was still kind to Chu Pingsheng and tolerated him in every way. Now that he insulted the concubines in the harem, what would Li Yunqian do?
Is it important to have a queen mother?

Seeing this, Chu Pingsheng took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms.

She woke up suddenly and turned sideways to push.

"Not here, the palace is heavily guarded, don't, don't..."

Chu Pingsheng took advantage of the situation and pushed her down. He stretched out his right hand, hooked his fingers at the head of the bed, and something flew out from under the quilt and fell into his palm with a "pa".

"My queen, isn't this the only copy of the ancient book I gave you? It turns out you like it so much that you even keep it beside you when you sleep."

Concubine Shu's body shook again.

"I'm curious, a woman as well-educated as you, why didn't you burn this book? Instead, you put it somewhere within easy reach. Look, the cover is worn thin."

"you!"

"Let me ask you a question. How many times have you watched the plot between Ximen Daguanren and Pan Wuniang?"

She turned her head away, her face as red as a ripe cherry in the candlelight, her chest heaving violently, and she was still saying harsh words.

"Wait for Hongzhu and the others to come back."

"Don't worry, they won't be back for a while."

Concubine Shu's expression changed slightly: "What did you do to them?"

"Don't worry, he's still alive, he's just sleeping a little too soundly."

"Let me go."

"Your behavior reminds me of a word, half-hearted? I think so."

"The patrolling guards will be here!"

"Don't worry, that won't happen. I have already figured out their patrol routes."

An hour later.

Chu Pingsheng's hand gently touched Concubine Shu's small hand. Although she was covered in sweat and collapsed on the bed, her head was still able to move. She gritted her teeth and leaned to one side with grievance.

"I've done everything I should do, why are you still being so reserved?"

Chu Pingsheng used a little force to straighten her head, then leaned over and gave her a kiss. When he pulled away, he met her tearful eyes and his face turned cold.

"This is what they call 'don't do it beforehand, it's great during the process, will you regret it afterwards? You are not a virgin, why are you pretending to be pure?"

He waved his hand, and the gorgeous bed curtain parted. Then he got off the bed, picked up the clothes that were thrown on the floor, and said as he put them on, "I wonder if you said anything to me out of guilt after the banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests that night."

What did she say?
He told Chu Pingsheng to learn from Fan Xian, but he scoffed at this at the time. He also had an argument with Hong Zhu because of their attitude and slapped her twice. This incident became an important stain on Chu Pingsheng and spread inside and outside the court.

Nowadays, people are still spreading the story that Chu Pingsheng, relying on the emperor's favor, beat up the imperial concubine's personal maid. The story is getting more and more outrageous, and it turns out that he tried to tease the imperial concubine's personal maid and got so angry that he beat her up. He is a complete villain from the West and a ruthless villain.

As for the root cause of this matter, basically no one cares. Most people in Qing only need to despise and scorn him based on his character as a lustful and shameless villain, and defeat him in spirit and character.

Only those who were present at the time, especially she who asked Chu Pingsheng to learn from Fan Xian, knew that the main responsibility for beating the female official did not lie with Chu Pingsheng.

Asking him, a disciple of a great master and the future Khan of the grassland, to learn a chaozi is tantamount to insulting him. Can you blame him for being angry? No matter how much the low-ranking female official said, she deserved to be beaten, right?

But the problem was that she was concerned about the reputation of the royal family and could not come forward to clarify the matter, and Hong Zhu was unwilling to take the initiative to admit her mistake. So in this matter that made Chu Pingsheng become infamous, she and Hong Zhu both played the role of pushing forward.

Xixisuosuo.

Chu Pingsheng fastened his jade belt and smoothed the wrinkles on his cuffs when he heard the sound of the imperial concubine getting dressed and getting out of bed from behind. Turning around, he saw a person covered in red clouds, pulling at her messy underwear and running headfirst into the northern beam.

Of course he couldn't just sit there and watch Concubine Shu commit suicide, so he clasped his five fingers together and used the Crane Controlling Technique lightly. The woman's momentum suddenly subsided, and her petite body flew back and fell into his arms.

(End of this chapter)