The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 621 Disgust
When Zhuo Lan and Shen Ye went to the banquet together, because most of them were military officers, and they were all generous drinkers, after drinking, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the sanxun hall, and Zhuo Lan felt a little uncomfortable smelling it, and couldn't help but vomit Twice.

Shen Ye took out a mint leaf from his sleeve and handed it to Zhuo Lan, and said: "Mint leaves sober up, if you feel the smell of alcohol in the palace is pungent, you can smell it, it will relieve it somewhat."

Zhuo Lan took the mint leaves and thanked her, her heart suddenly filled with warmth.

The emperor who took the first place was already a little drunk, and when he saw Zhuo Lan coming, he said happily, "Come on, concubine Jia!" He patted the empty seat beside him, and said, "Sit next to me!"

After the words fell, all the concubines and concubines in the hall looked at him with frowns.

The empress has always been seated next to the emperor, and Rong Yue never had such an honor when she was the imperial concubine.

Seeing that she was standing there safe and sound, Youye Linlan hurriedly scolded Feiyan who was waiting beside her in a low voice: "Why is she all right?"

Feiyan faltered and said: "Slave. I don't know, maybe it was Mr. Shen who rushed there in time, and the concubine did not attend the appointment."

While talking, Zhuo Lan had already sat down in front of the emperor with a face full of shyness. The emperor pushed the milk tea on the table towards her, pointed at the officials and said: "All the concubines in the room have already paid respects to the meritorious officials. Just replace wine with tea."

Zhuo Lan behaved dignifiedly, and invited all the ministers with a toast, and finally fixed her gaze on Shen Ye: "Concubine, I would like to offer a toast to all the adults."

After finishing the words, he glanced at Shen Ye with a smile on his face, and Shen Ye nodded politely in response, and drank a cup.

After the banquet, the emperor left Zhuo Lan alone to wait on him.

Although she was pregnant and couldn't go to bed, but the emperor was drunk at this moment, so how could he care about other things?
Liang Jiugong called the inner eunuch to move the emperor back to the bedroom, then wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and said to Zhuo Lan: "My lady, it is really difficult for you to take care of the emperor even though you are pregnant."

Zhuo Lan waved her hands and said with a smile: "It's what I should do, my father-in-law is being polite." She carefully arranged the plain towel and wiped the emperor's body.

Seeing this, Liang Jiugong retreated in peace.

The sober soup was rolling on the stove next to the warming seat. Zhuo Lan waited on the emperor lying flat and covering her with a quilt. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of the couch, resting her cheeks on her hands, staring at the bright moon outside .

"Nian Lang Shen Ye"

She murmured softly, and suddenly smiled brightly.

In this palace, she has never shown a sincere smile for a moment, and today is probably the first time she has seen it.

Just thinking about the matter of Shen Ye sacrificing his life to save each other today, he was intoxicated in it, but the emperor behind him turned over and made a movement.

Before Zhuo Lan came back to his senses, the emperor poked half of his head out of the edge of the couch, opened his mouth wide and gagged again and again.

The dirt made of wine mixed with delicacies splashed all over the floor, and a lot of it splashed on Zhuo Lan's skirt.

Shocked and disgusted, she jumped up, took two steps back, and took the emperor's brocade cloth to wipe the dirt on her skirt.

Bursts of stench came from the pool of filth, and Zhuo Lan's chest twitched, nauseating to the point of retching.

She gave the emperor a fierce look, and ignored him, letting him lie on the couch half-suspended, his naturally hanging arms already immersed in the filth.

"I really don't understand how a disgusting man like you wants these stupid women in the harem to fight you to death."

After she finished speaking, she raised her silk and walked to the warm seat, looking at the boiling sober soup, she suddenly had a plan.

With a sinister smile on her lips, she casually wiped a handful of soil from the potted kumquat plant on the window sill, sprinkled it into the hangover soup and stirred it up.

After the soil was submerged in the soup, the fire was turned off, and the hangover soup was placed under the water chestnut window to warm it up.

About a quarter of an hour later, the emperor was vaguely thirsty, so Lin Lan took the hangover soup, walked to the emperor's side with a smile, and helped him up despite the stench: "Your Majesty, the hangover soup is ready, you can drink some Well, sleep comfortably."

As he spoke, he put the bowl to the emperor's lips, and while he was unconscious, he poured it down one mouthful at a time, feeling infinite joy in his heart.

That night, Zhuo Lan did not go to bed to sleep.

She was sitting on the warm seat, her eyes fixed on the emperor who was lying flat on the couch and snoring like thunder.

When his snoring subsided and he was about to wake up, Zhuo Lan hurriedly got up, knelt down in front of the emperor's bed, and began to clean up the filth from the place with his bare hands.

After putting on airs like this for a while, the emperor really woke up.

He was still drunk, and he only felt a headache when he stroked his forehead.

The next moment, when his eyes shifted to Zhuo Lan who was kneeling and cleaning up the filth, he suddenly woke up: "Concubine Jia, why are you kneeling with a body?"

Zhuo Lan raised her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said softly, "The emperor is awake?"

Only then did the emperor catch a glimpse of the dirty things on the ground, and he also looked disgusted, saying: "Don't clean it up, call the palace people to do it!"

Zhuo Lan shook her head with a smile: "It's still early before the emperor goes to court, you can take a rest. Although the servants do things well, there is no concubine who treats the emperor caringly and properly. Besides, the emperor is resting, and the concubines don't want to be disturbed by others you."

The emperor forced himself to get up, pulled Zhuo Lan up from the cold ground after staying on the bed, half embraced him in his arms, and sighed: "I was confused yesterday and got drunk. I have wronged you."

Zhuo Lan frowned slightly, resisting the sour smell on his body, but still smiled brightly and said: "What did the emperor say, it is the duty of a concubine to take care of you. Don't talk about concubines, the sisters are thinking Your majesty, it's the same with other people. It's just that there is one concubine who has to say something about the emperor, and she can't be too greedy for celebrations in the future. Drunkenness always hurts the body."

In the second half of the night, the emperor didn't feel sleepy at all, and spent almost a whole night chatting with Zhuo Lan. When it was almost dawn, seeing Zhuo Lan yawning again and again, he made her lie down and have a rest.

Zhuo Lan glanced at the dragon couch, bored in her heart, but her face was still gentle, and said: "The emperor will go to court in half an hour, and the concubine will not be able to sleep comfortably in the Qianqing Palace alone. Go back to the palace to rest."

The emperor promised: "Forget it, you have worked hard today, go back in my imperial sedan chair."

After the words fell, Liang Jiugong was summoned to announce the decree. Liang Jiugong was secretly surprised when he heard the words, and he sighed again and again after waiting for Zhuo Lan to leave the palace and get on the imperial sedan chair: "Ms. Empress Renxiao in the past is still the most favored concubine and empress, but she has never had such a gift of grace as you."

Zhuo Lan was extremely tired, leaning on the sedan chair and lazily replied: "Where is the blessing of my palace? It's all thanks to the blessing of my father-in-law."

Liang Jiugong said 'hi', and joked with a smile: "Your Majesty's words like this are going to make a slave. Seeing that your Majesty has not slept all night, and there is still some footsteps away from Yongshou Palace, the imperial sedan chair is the most secure, so your Majesty will take a rest first. rest."

She took out the mint leaf she had given her by Shen Ye and put it on the tip of her nose, smelling it, and the corners of her lips drew a nice curve, she felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)