We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 47 The young lady said she was waiting for someone to put it on her.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiao Mo exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes.

Xiao Mo has already memorized all the incantations of the Grass Character Sword Technique.

During this period, in addition to experiencing life in the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, Xiao Mo would often step out of the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes to recite sword techniques.

Although the sword intent containing the character "草" within Xiao Mo's body contains a sword manual, it can be read at any time with a thought.

However, only by completely memorizing the sword manual and imprinting every word into one's soul can one practice the cursive sword manual.

"His Majesty."

Wei Xun's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," Xiao Mo said.

Wei Xun entered the palace and bowed to Xiao Mo: "Your Majesty, I have already done what you asked me to do. There is a relatively secluded open space to the north of Xianxin Palace. It is surrounded by walls on all sides and has a large gate that is closed off. It is very quiet and rarely people pass by."

This old servant has already had an altar set up, with talismans, cinnabar, Bagua diagrams, Yin-Yang diagrams, peach wood swords, and all other items that Taoists might use prepared. Your Majesty, would you like to take a look?

“Go ahead.” Xiao Mo nodded.

"It's Your Majesty."

Wei Xun quickly withdrew to prepare a carriage for His Majesty.

About half an hour later, Xiao Mo arrived at a square north of Xianxin Palace.

Just as Wei Xun said.

This square is surrounded by walls on all four sides, and to enter such a square, you need to open a large gate.

The square is roughly the size of a football field.

This place is indeed nice, located in a corner of the capital.

The Xianxin Palace is right next to it.

Xianxin Palace was actually the Cold Palace.

After the late emperor passed away, all the concubines in Xianxin Palace were taken to be buried with the emperor in the imperial mausoleum, and Xiao Mo had not yet taken any concubines, not even those who had been banished to the Cold Palace.

Therefore, the Xianxin Palace is now completely empty.

In addition, Xianxin Palace has always been a place where concubines easily hanged themselves, and there are all sorts of terrifying rumors about it, so eunuchs and palace maids all avoid this place.

As a result, no one passes by the open space around Xianxin Palace anymore.

"Is Your Majesty satisfied with this place?" Wei Xun asked obsequiously from the side.

"Hmm." Xiao Mo nodded. "I am very satisfied."

"From today onwards, I will be cultivating here. No one is allowed to enter this place without my permission, understand?" Xiao Mo said coldly.

"Old slave knows."

Xiao Mo waved his hand: "Go wait outside."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wei Xun bowed, walked out of the square, and ordered the gate to be closed.

"Clang."

The door was closed tightly.

Xiao Mo picked up a peach wood sword from the shelf and began practicing the first move of the Grass Character Sword Technique.

When a cultivator first begins their practice, the most important thing is to guide spiritual energy into their body, thereby opening up their spiritual meridians and advancing to the first level of Qi Refining.

A highly gifted cultivator can reach the first level of Qi Refining in just one hour.

Ordinary cultivators typically take one to three days to cultivate Qi.

Those with lower qualifications usually only need one month.

The reason why Jiang Qingyi spent several months without reaching the first level of Qi Refining was because of the missing sword bone.

She was born with a missing bone, which made her inherently deficient and unable to properly absorb spiritual energy into her body. However, Xiao Mo created a fake bone for her.

Even if this bone wasn't a sword bone, it still made up for her congenital deficiencies.

After that, her cultivation speed was extremely fast, and she could travel a thousand miles a day.

Xiao Mo felt that although his physical constitution was not excellent, it was still barely average.

"I will strive to embark on the path of spiritual practice within two days."

Meanwhile, at the residence of the Minister of Rites.

The old palace maid, Huang Shangyi, opened her mouth and called out to the woman in front of her, "Alright."

The woman walked forward with light and steady steps, small and slow, just as described by the phrase "lotus steps moving lightly." She walked with her body upright and her eyes straight ahead.

"stand."

As Huang Shangyi called out again, the woman stopped in her tracks, her posture upright, her chin slightly tucked in, her hands clasped in front of her, right hand on top and left hand on the bottom. Her demeanor was dignified and serene, like a beautiful sculpture standing there without the slightest sway.

"Sit down," Huang Shangyi called out again.

The woman sat down on the chair next to her, with her buttocks only on the front half of the chair, her back straight, her legs together and slightly diagonally placed, her feet together or slightly tucked under her skirt, and her hands naturally folded on her lap.

Looking at the woman in front of her, Huang Shangyi nodded, very satisfied.

Huang Shangyi was instructed by the Empress Dowager to come and train this most talented woman in the Zhou Kingdom in court etiquette.

Huang Shangyi was initially a little worried.

Since this talented woman would be entering the palace in just a few days, the time she had to learn etiquette was truly short.

However, Huang Shangyi discovered that her worries were unnecessary.

It can only be said that the Yan family is indeed a prominent clan, as they regularly teach women court etiquette in preparation for entering the palace.

Now all I need to do is correct her slightly.

Most importantly, her every move exuded a subtle air of authority.

I heard that someone in the imperial court advised that Yan Ruxue of the Yan clan was not fit to be the Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If a woman like this cannot be empress, then who can?

"What are the rules regarding facial appearance within the palace?" Lady Huang asked.

"One must remain gentle and calm, never showing joy or anger. One must always maintain dignity and composure, and must not laugh loudly, make noise, cry, or show anger," Yan Ruxue replied.

"How's your eye for detail?"

"You must keep your eyes down or looking straight ahead. You must not look around, glance sideways, or look directly at the emperor or empress dowager. When conversing, you must maintain a respectful posture with your eyes down," Yan Ruxue replied again.

"Hmm." Huang Shangyi nodded. "Miss has no major problems with court etiquette, but she needs to practice more and unconsciously integrate court etiquette into her daily life."

"You've worked hard, Consort Huang. Please have a cup of tea before you go." Yan Ruxue nodded and instructed the maid beside her, "Serve Consort Huang tea."

"Thank you, Miss." Lady Huang was indeed a little thirsty.

An old palace maid sat on a stone bench, drinking cool tea. When she looked up, she saw the talented Lady Yan sitting beside her, gently wiping a gold ring with a piece of silk.

Ever since she arrived at the Yan residence, she has seen this woman take out that gold ring and polish it every day.

The brocade box containing the ring was somewhat rotten.

After finishing her tea, Huang Shangyi left the Yan residence, escorted by Yan Ruxue's personal maid.

"Miss Xiaochun, is there anything special about Miss's ring?" Huang Shangyi asked curiously.

"I don't know." Xiaochun shook her head. "Miss wipes that ring gently every day, and the brocade box hasn't been changed in all these years. I once asked Miss what was so special about this ring."

"What did the young lady say?"

"The young lady said she was waiting for someone to put it on her."

(End of this chapter)