A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

The will of the Taiyang Palace has not been spread, and the concubines in the harem have been tossed to death by the scriptures.

"Five days, Su let the palace copy the scriptures for five days!" Concubine Ning looked at the scriptures on the table, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, she waved to tear all the scriptures on the table to pieces, thinking of Su's tossing people. The method was abruptly endured.

"Niang Niang." The palace lady looked at the furious Concubine Ning, shrank her neck and stammered: "Mingyue Palace Concubine Su sent someone to say that..."

"What did she say?" Concubine Ning was so angry that her chest was ups and downs, her hands were tightly on the table top: "Say!"

"Su Guifei said, I am grateful to all the empresses for their benevolent heart, tomorrow...tomorrow continue to copy the scriptures."

"Su Meidai!" Concubine Ning finally couldn't bear it and swept the scriptures on the table to the ground: "The **** is really deceiving people too much!"

"The empress calms down her anger." The female officer bent over and picked up the scriptures scattered on the ground: "Su's holy family is long, you can bear it. Throughout the ages, any traitorous concubine is not a young beauty, and finally ended miserably. You still have His Royal Highness, Your Highness. The phoenix looks like a dragon, showing off the class, and all the officials in the court praised. As long as you stay calm, everything will be fine."

"Lingzhou and his party..."

"Niang!" The female officer put the scriptures on the table: "You forgot. Eight years ago, you were in a bad condition. Your Highness was kind and filial, and stayed in the palace to wait for illness. You and Your Highness did not accompany you."

"You're right." Concubine Ning gently smoothed the corners of the scriptures, her voice softly: "My son is benevolent and filial, isn't it comparable to that of Wang Chen."

In the Mingyue Palace, Concubine Su looked at the files compiled by Dali Temple, and hummed noncommitantly: "A concubine who was not favored by the first emperor, struggling to buy the maid of the Mingyue Palace, borrowed embroidery pictures to provoke the relationship between this palace and Jiuzhu. what?"

If she had such a great ability, she would have won the favor of the first emperor a long time ago, how could she be just a low-level Baolin when the first emperor died.

"I don’t care who is behind the scenes, I will continue to copy the scriptures to my palace before the palace is completely relieved." Throwing the files on the table, Concubine Su lazily closed her beautiful eyes: "Waiting for the stubbornness in their hearts. The qi is reduced by the scriptures, and there is not so much energy to make small movements behind the scenes."

"These people who want to be unpredictable, think they can use these small methods to separate you and Miss Ming, but they don't know Miss Ming is smart and discerning. Not only did they expose their conspiracy, but they also damaged a lot of confidants." Xiang Jian laughed: "That day. Even the maidservant did not expect that Miss Ming would pretend to say yes to the respondent, and then secretly tell the maidservant."

"It means that in her heart, she regards this palace as a trustworthy object." Concubine Su knew very well in her heart that if this matter was encountered by other noble ladies, most of them would choose to decline, or use the safest way to remind vaguely. she was.

Only in this way can they protect themselves to the utmost extent and not be involved in the harem conspiracy.

In fact, this is the perfect solution. But sometimes, the most touching thing is precisely the unreserved imperfection.

"Oh." Su Guifei sighed suddenly: "Xiangjuan, you said that if the Ming family has an opinion on this marriage, would it be difficult for Jiuzhu to be caught between my son and the family?"

Xiangjian was silent.

Niangniang, Miss Ming hasn't got married yet, you think it's quite far away.

"By the way, Niang Niang, there was a small incident related to Miss Ming the day before yesterday." Xiang Jian said: "On the way back from the old lady of Pingyuan Hou Mansion with the family members of the family, Lu met Miss Ming's carriage and did not even say a word of greetings. , I just waited for Miss Ming to avoid their carriage. Later, I met King Qi by chance, and the old man of the Hou Mansion opened his mouth to let Miss Ming go first."

"The women in Pingyuan Hou Mansion who pretend to be disguised are also worthy to make my daughter-in-law condescend to avoid?!" Concubine Su opened her eyes, "Does the palace give them a face?"

Xiangjuan reminded in a low voice: "Niang Niang, Miss Ming hasn't got married yet."

"What if you haven't married yet? At the birthday banquet that day, my palace didn't understand enough?" Su Guifei sneered: "Summoning Madam Pingyuan Hou, there are rumors that Pingyuan Hou Palace is extravagant and indulges people's nonsense. This palace wants to know how the Pingyuan Hou Mansion ruled the house."

If you dare to let her future daughter-in-law avoid it in the street, don't blame her for slapping them in the face.

When it comes to bullying others, she is still more proficient.

Mingjia.

Shen walked into her daughter's yard and saw her daughter painting at his desk under the tree, and his steps stopped.

"Mother." Jiuzhu's ears are so clever. As soon as Shen entered the courtyard gate, she heard the footsteps, put down the paintbrush and looked at the door: "Is there something looking for a daughter?"

When she was painting on weekdays, her mother would never come to disturb her.

"The Ministry of Etiquette sent someone over and said that there will be an order issued later, you go and change your clothes so as not to appear negligent." Shen walked to his daughter, looked at the ruined lotus and defeated Ye Tu on the table, and moved away calmly. Sight: "I don't know what will be."

It's not a trivial matter to be so solemn.

Could it be...related to the wedding date of the daughter and His Royal Highness?

"Daughter will go right away." Jiuzhu asked Shen, "Mother, how do you think of the painting "Koi and Lotus" painted by your daughter?"

This question brought Shen's memory back to more than twenty years ago. She and her husband had just met her not long ago, and her husband was like that. Holding a painting that couldn't see what it was, he confidently asked her whether she liked it or not. I like the paintings he made specially for her.

If it weren't for his good-looking and good-sounding voice, she would like to ask on the spot: "What is the painting?"

Blame his eyes are too affectionate, so she lied against her will.

Unexpectedly, after many years, finally waiting for her husband to have a clear understanding of the level of painting, she still can't escape the fate of lying for love.

"The artistic conception is extraordinary, and the brushwork is interesting and very good."

A mother praised her daughter, how could it be considered a lie, that is love.

"Since even the mother said yes, the daughter is relieved." Jiuzhu hung up the painting: "When the painting is dry, I will give it to His Royal Highness Chen Wang."

Shen: "..."

Although it is said that His Royal Highness Chen does not like poems and books, he should still have the ability to appreciate paintings. His daughter sent this painting to the Chen Prince's Mansion. Would the Chen Wang think that his daughter was deliberately insulting him?

"Can't it?" Jiuzhu's eyes gradually dimmed when his mother was silent.

"Of course." Shen said, "It's just that the pen and ink of your daughter's family are precious, so you should not easily show it to others."

"Please don't worry, mother." Jiuzhu beamed with a smile: "Except for her own, no one will send her daughter."

Shen smiled hard at the corners of his mouth. I hope Chen Wang can coax Jiuzhu to be happy like she coaxed her husband back then.

In the next three quarters, Li En, Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites, walked into Ming Shilang's Mansion with the imperial decree, and accompanied him, there was also a halo book with golden armor in the palace.

"Brother Ming." Li En looked at Ming Jingzhou's family who was dressed up and waiting in the middle door, and smiled at him: "Today I am here to declare the decree by your majesty's holy order, and the minister Ming will listen to the declaration."

"Long live your majesty!" Ming Jingzhou looked at the golden halo book behind Li En, and was very puzzled. How did your majesty send all the honor guards in the palace?

"...Loyal to the emperor and patriotic, caring for the people..."

"I feel that Ming Qing is loyal, and treats Ming Qing as an earl with the title of Ning Kang."

Ming Jingzhou knelt on the ground in a daze, unable to believe his ears.

Title?

His Majesty even knighted him?

How many ministers and generals, the ideal in life is to be knighted, and enjoy the Taimiao after death. However, the emperor of the Dacheng Li dynasty was not easy to make foreign ministers, so the title was extremely precious.

Even if the Ming family has one and two champions, they don't dare to think about the title, so now they give him the title?

Jiuzhu knelt on the ground and peeked at Ming Jingzhou. His father, who had always been personable, advancing and retreating, and his joy and anger invisible, even showed a look of surprise and joy. He was a little curious about how great this title is.

"Congratulations to Ning Kangbo." Li En handed the imperial decree to Ming Jingzhou, with emotion and worry in his eyes. The two are friends and colleagues, and he naturally understands the intention behind your majesty giving Ming Jingzhou the title.

"His Royal Highness Chen and Ling Qianjin's wedding date is set." Li En lifted up Ming Jingzhou who was still kneeling on the ground: "The second day of February after the beginning of spring next year."

The second day of February...

Ming Jingzhou suddenly looked down at her daughter who was kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "The second day of February..."

"Father." Jiuzhu helped Shen to get up, blinked at Ming Jingzhou, and quietly reminded him that he hadn't thanked his majesty yet.

"Weichen thanked your majesty for your kindness." Ming Jingzhou knelt towards the palace with the imperial decree: "As a courtier, the courtier should treat his majesty to the ground, in return for your kindness."

Holding this imperial decree that weighs more than a thousand dollars tightly, he knocked his head down.

"Father." Jiuzhu knelt down with Ming Jingzhou, holding his arm with tender hands, soft but powerful.

Looking at her daughter's still childish face, Ming Jingzhou got up and sent away Li En and Jin Jialuo, and sat in front of Jiuzhu: "Jiuzhu, are you pleased by King Chen?"

Jiuzhu nodded, His Royal Highness Chen was kind, and Concubine Su Gui was considerate, she liked it very much.

"I understand for my father." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a long time: "You are the jewel in the palm of the Ming family. No matter when, your mother and I will never look at you aggrieved."

"Daughter knows." Jiuzhu hugged Shen's arm: "You are the best father and mother in the world."

She was lost so far, so long, they were looking for her and thinking about her day after day. Never give up, never forget.

It's winter, Wang Chen is covered in morning mist, sitting in the carriage leaning on the cushion, his face is numb.

The sound of horseshoes couldn't drive away the fatigue in his heart. Even he didn't want to believe it. He got up early in the morning just to learn to do things in the Ministry of Rites.

"His Royal Highness." The carriage stopped, and the long following whispered outside the carriage: "Someone is blocking the carriage ahead."

Wang Chen raised the carriage curtain and looked at the figure in the mist.

"His Royal Highness." Jiuzhu turned around, hopped on the spot twice, and waved to the king Chen in the carriage.

Why is this silly girl here? Wang Chen didn't even use the horse stool, so he jumped out of the carriage and strode to Jiuzhu: "It's so foggy outside, what are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for your Royal Highness." Jiuzhu took out the painting tube hidden behind her: "On the day of the birthday banquet for the empress, I saw that His Royal Highness liked the carp Huatian between my brows, so I specially made a picture of koi and gave it to me. Your Highness."

After receiving the painting tube with the warmth of Jiuzhu's palm, Wang Chen sighed: "The fog is heavy in the morning. It can be delivered at any time on weekdays. Why wait here early in the morning?"

"Official business is important. Your Royal Highness is worried about the affairs of the Ministry of Rites on weekdays. How can I bother?" Jiuzhu smiled like a flower: "The painting has been sent, and the minister is home."

Wang Chen looked at Jiu Zhu's hair tips wet by the mist and the tip of her nose that was blown red by the cold wind: "Wait."

"What's wrong with your Highness?" Jiuzhu looked up at him.

Taking out the handkerchief, Wang Chen stiffly wiped the mist between her hair, wiped it a few times, put the handkerchief into Jiuzhu's palm, turned his head and said coarsely: "Your hair is wet, wipe it yourself."

After that, he went back to the carriage and took a small hand warmer, and stuffed it into Jiuzhu's hand: "You go back earlier. If you have something to do with the Ministry of Rites, you won't be able to handle it without this king."