Long Harem Road

Chapter 57

Qingfeng Palace, a two or three-year-old little boy carved with pink and jade, played in the palace regardless of the scorching heat. His smile was bright and innocent, and his giggles spread far away. full of sweat.

"Xiao Shunzi, Qiuqiu." The little boy, the fourth prince Zhao Mao, was having fun, he kicked the Cuju in his hand towards the little eunuch opposite, and the court ladies and eunuchs behind him watched carefully.

Before Baozhu entered the hall, he heard his son's laughter, his expression was gentle, the boredom and heat all the way disappeared, and the eunuch guarding the gate knelt down to salute.

Baozhu waved her hand to excuse her, and led the people into the hall. What she saw was the fourth prince playing with a group of little maids and eunuchs, and Nanny Li stood by with a smile on her face, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Baozhu has never restrained the fourth prince, a child of two or three years old is at the age of being active and active, more exercise is good for physical and mental health, everyone in the palace bowed their knees in an orderly manner when seeing Concubine De return to the palace.

The fourth prince, who was kicking Cuju back and forth with the little eunuch, saw his concubine return to the palace, his eyes lit up, he abandoned the Cuju under his feet, and happily ran towards Baozhu while beckoning, softly calling, "Mother!" Concubine, concubine mother."

Baozhu squatted down, hugged the baby who was running over, and was bumped and staggered. Fortunately, Huanxi behind supported him, took out a brocade handkerchief, carefully wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and whispered, "Baby, it's so hot!" God, I'm not afraid of heat stroke."

Zhao Hao enjoyed the gentle touch of his mother and concubine very much, he gently rubbed against Baozhu's arms, and warmly invited, "Baby, don't be afraid of the heat, let my concubine play with you."

Baozhu tidied up some messy clothes for the fourth prince, and then discussed, "Baby, it's too hot, can we play tomorrow? Mother and concubine will accompany the baby to arrange building blocks in the room? Didn't the baby say that he wanted to show the father?" ?"

Zhao Hao tilted his little head, thinking seriously, I still want to play Cuju, building blocks are for girls to play, but I also want to be accompanied by my mother and concubine, and I want to make my father happy, so it is difficult to make a decision.

Baozhu looked at her son's wrinkled little face, who was thinking wholeheartedly, couldn't help feeling funny, and didn't want to discourage his son's active thinking, so he waited patiently, and the fourth prince finally nodded heroically, "Okay!"

Bao Zhu didn't know Zhao Mao's entanglement, so she kissed her son's soft and tender face, "Baby is so good!", got up and took Zhao Mao's fleshy little hand and walked to the main hall, Zhao Mao wiped his face in disgust The saliva on the face made the corners of everyone's mouths twitch, Bao Zhu looked at the sky speechlessly.

After entering the main hall, Nanny Li and Huanxi had already prepared sour plum soup to dispel summer heat. Zhao Mao was still young and only drank a small bowl. He pouted and went to play 'horse riding' with the little eunuch.

The emperor was busy with the draft during this period, except for discussing the draft list with the empress and queen mother, he rarely entered the harem.On a June day, apart from the scorching heat, Baozhu was rarely at leisure, staying in the palace with her son to escape the heat without going out.

However, Liu Quan and the others couldn't be idle all the time, running around to get first-hand information about the draft. The atmosphere in the palace became tense for a moment.

Baozhu has always disliked forming cliques with concubines in the palace, except for Concubine Zhang Shu, no one else was seen, and everyone was used to her being alone, even though they felt unbalanced, they did not dare to brazenly make arrangements.

"Master, the result is out." Liu Quan entered the main hall to salute, his forehead was covered with sweat, his back was drenched, happy eyes were sharp, and he handed him a cup of sour plum soup.

"Don't worry, drink some soup to cool off first, and talk slowly." Baozhu said calmly, slowly stirring the smoothie in her hand.

Liu Quan gulped and drank a cup, feeling refreshed, seeing his mother's calmness and composure, his heart gradually calmed down, "Returning to my mother, there are 33 show girls selected this year, and the few show girls we focused on before are all here.

The only thing worth noting is that Zhou Miaotong, the prostitute's daughter Zhou Miaotong, and Zhou Wan'er, the concubine's daughter, were selected at the same time, especially this Zhou Waner, which was beyond everyone's expectations. "

"Ah? Concubine daughter and concubine daughter are selected at the same time?" Baozhu frowned slightly. Under normal circumstances, the emperor of the same family would only select a beautiful daughter to enter the palace.

All the families will also gather their full support for one person, and the family will send a woman into the palace again unless the first person to enter the palace fails. The situation of Zhou Shangshu's family is a bit delicate.

"Back to the master, the slave found out that Zhou Wan'er was handpicked by the emperor." After Liu Quan finished speaking, he secretly glanced at the master's expression.

"Oh, it seems that Zhou Wan'er is a dark horse in this year's show? Zhou Miaotong is both talented and beautiful. Now everyone in the capital knows that Zhou Wan'er can still break through under the halo of the first sister. But Ben Gong underestimated her.

Huanxi, spread the word out, check this Zhou Wan'er carefully, everything is fine, before entering the palace, you must find out. ", Baozhu narrowed her eyes, and said in a little thought, a woman's intuition, this Zhou Wan'er is very dangerous.

"In addition, I need to know Zhou Wan'er's every move in front of the palace today, and find out as soon as possible. Remember, don't miss any details." In today's selection in front of the palace, what exactly caught her in the eyes of the emperor?

The next day, Liu Quan sorted out the materials that had been sorted out, saluted respectfully, and handed over a stack of materials, "Return to Master, Zhou Wan'er's behavior in front of the palace has been inquired clearly."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Baozhu took the information in front of her and looked it over carefully. The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became, her brows were slightly frowned, the ice cubes gave off a cool air, and the room could hear the sound of needles falling.

Liu Quan stood at the bottom. He looked carefully at the information he found, but he didn't find any clues. Seeing his master's serious expression, his heart pounded.

A quarter of an hour later, Baozhu raised her head, her eyes were darkened, and her eyes were slightly gloomy, "No wonder, it seems that Zhou Wan'er is not simple this week, but, regarding the emperor's information, she is a concubine with no power and no power. How did you know that?"

After years of attention before entering the palace, and three years of careful service in the palace, Baozhu knows the emperor's preferences like the back of his hand. He likes clean and clean women, and hates rouge and gouache. I am afraid that only a few concubines in the harem know about it.

However, how could Zhou Wan'er know and do what she likes?In the scorching summer, when the smell of colorful makeup is overwhelming, suddenly there is a touch of refreshment, the emperor will naturally take a second look, this is also her own tactic in the draft, and it will naturally win the favor of the emperor.

There is a poem written during the talent show. This poem, which shows the ambition and pride of opening up the territory, is naturally written in the heart of the emperor. The emperor naturally appreciates her talent and insight, so it is only natural to leave a brand.

It's just that this poem doesn't allow Baozhu to be indifferent. Although her face is plain, there are already waves of waves in her heart. This is the adapted poem "Spring Snow in Qinyuan".

What shocked her the most was that this poem had been plagiarized by Baozhu. On the "Christmas Day" a year ago, she adapted this poem, accompanied it with a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and secretly presented it to the emperor.

And the phrase "counting the romantic figures, but still looking at the present" completely captured the emperor's heart and was deeply cherished by the emperor. For the sake of safety, the two did not publicize it, and kept it as a common ideal and secret.

Baozhu remembered very clearly that the emperor personally put away this picture and put it in the inner treasury, so how did Zhou Wan'er know about it?
Bao Zhu's face changed suddenly, could it be that Zhou Wan'er also traveled through time, and coincidentally used this poem to win the emperor's attention?Then, how could it be such a coincidence that it was exactly the same as my own adaptation?

Baozhu was a little restless, thinking about her experience in the past ten years, but she didn't reveal any other flaws. It remains to be seen whether Zhou Wan'er is a "citizen" or not, but how can she find out without revealing herself? Woolen cloth?

The key is the emperor's attitude. The emperor naturally remembers this poem clearly. If another person made the exact same poem, wouldn't the emperor have any doubts?Then, the emperor's purpose of keeping Zhou Wan'er is not so simple.

Could it be...?Thinking of this, Bao Zhu's expression was a bit weird, no matter whether Zhou Wan'er was a fellow villager or not, and how she got this poem, she had already successfully attracted the emperor's attention.

It's just... I hope that Zhou Wan'er's life will be blessed. As long as she doesn't get involved and the emperor doesn't doubt the origin of this poem, I'd better wait and see what happens.

"Okay, go get busy."

"Yes."

"Huanxi, go and urge me to step up the investigation of Zhou Wan'er and send the information as soon as possible."

"Yes." Huanxi had never seen a master so dignified, suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed respectfully and retreated.

In the imperial study room, Zhao Zhen opened the brocade box in his hand at this time, opened the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him, and the poems inscribed on it, his face was so dark that ink dripped out.

This 'Christmas' gift from Concubine De was sent to his heart, and he regarded it as a treasure, because Concubine De didn't want to be in the limelight, and he didn't want to push her to the limelight, so no one knew about this calligraphy and painting Under the circumstances, he carefully preserved it.

Unexpectedly, today I heard exactly the same poem from a beautiful girl, "Li Mingzhong, bring me the information about Zhou Wan'er, the concubine of Zhou Shangshu's mansion."

"Yes!", Li Mingzhong handed over a thick stack of materials in just a moment, and the emperor has detailed materials for each of the draftees.

Zhao Zhen turned page after page, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his dark eyes. As expected, how could a submissive, timid and cowardly concubine write such a majestic and thin book? poems.

It seems that either De Concubine's side or someone from my side leaked this poem?But, how could it be in Zhou Wan'er's hands?Does it mean that she is ignorant or meaningless, is it just a coincidence that she dared to use the poems that Concubine De gave to me to attract my attention?

After all, Zhou Wan'er wouldn't be so ignorant, thinking of another possibility, the emperor looked solemn, didn't Zhou Wan'er know that this poem was written by Concubine De?
So who gave it to her?What is the purpose?Such painstaking efforts not only made her look ugly, but also involved Zhen and Concubine De.

"Li Mingzhong, send someone to keep an eye on Zhou Wan'er, and report immediately if there is any situation. In addition, carefully check the people in the study and Qingfeng Palace. If any abnormality is found, we will never tolerate it." Zhao Zhen completely conspired this matter, the more he thought about it The more terrified.

(End of this chapter)