Concubine Raiders: Rebirth As a Queen

After leaving, Shen Anyan paced back to Ronghua Pavilion.

Suddenly, a thin rain fell from the sky, hitting people gently and softly.

"Miss, hurry up and hold the umbrella." Yuxiang came up, opened an umbrella, held it for Shen Anyan, looked at the rain outside, and said, "Miss, look at how soft the rain is, how beautiful it is. It feels like a water town south of the Yangtze River."

Shen Anyan looked at Yusi outside, such a familiar scene, how could she not remember the beginning of the nightmare in Beijing. Murmured, "No, this is Xue, Blizzard's foreplay."

"What? Miss, what did you say?" Yuxiang asked without hearing.

Shen Anyan smiled bitterly, "It's okay." Then she turned her head and glanced at Yuxiang, "Yuxiang, is Jiangnan your hometown?"

Yuxiang's eyes quickly slid through a trace of sadness and gas of hope, and said, "Yes, that's beautiful, I can't go back. But the Prime Minister's Mansion is also beautiful, beautiful people, luxurious halls, and exquisite flowers. I've never seen it before."

Shen Anyan looked at Yuxiang and touched her head, "Don't be afraid, it will be all right."

Shen Anyan remembers that in her last life, Yuxiang told 9 that she was from her hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. It was so beautiful and beautiful. The pace of people's life was slow, and life was very comfortable.

Unlike the capital city, where politics changes at any time, the situation is unpredictable. The nobles of high-ranking officials watch the current situation every day and change with the wind.

People in Jiangnan like a comfortable life, but all in Beijing like extravagance, to be gorgeous and gorgeous, even if they are not comfortable.

"Then why are you coming to the capital?" Shen Anyan once asked Yuxiang.

Yuxiang said that she was abducted when she was born in the home of a rich landlord in Jiangnan. Later, along with many little girls, she was transported to the capital and sold.

She can't remember where her home is, hardly remember it. She was just four years old on the Lantern Festival that year, because children were best sold, and those who bought life-long slaves at high prices were nobles, and they would not buy an older child with a sense of autonomy. There is even a slang term in the village that the orphans cannot be raised after they are five years old.

Therefore, Yuxiang was still ignorant. She lived with the children bought by the Prime Minister's house. After two years of raising, she knew that she had to work and had to wait for the people who bought her. Brainwashing education since childhood, almost forgot what to do.

It was Shen Anyan who mentioned it before slowly remembering.

When they arrived at Ronghua Pavilion, Yin Chenlang and Sheng Yu had already left. They brought them out and told Shen Anyan that the lotus-shaped flying knife had been given to Yin Chenlang and Sheng Yu, and they would ask them as soon as possible.

Shen Anyan nodded. After thanking her, she led Wu back to the penthouse and continued to meditate. Yingwen walked out of the penthouse and said, "Miss Fifth, your clothes are ready! You come soon."

Shen Anyan smiled, her room was really lively and warm, "I didn't say stop calling me Miss Fifth, but also added a preface, five. It sounds strange. Yuxiang, help me put it away."

Yingwen stepped back, and Shen Anyan could be seen from the door of the penthouse. Shen Anyan walked to the table and prepared to organize the copy of "Internal Training".

Then he handed the clothes to Yuxiang one by one, and helped put them away.

Shen Anyan walked to the table and saw a piece of rice paper on the table with vigorous and powerful characters on the white rice paper.

In a stroke, the view is like a horse flying away from the sky, like a dragon flying and moving, coming from nothingness, and returning to the void, with the universe inside.

Its color, its shape, its density and dampness, its intermittent toss and turns, the thickness and depth of exposure are infinitely variable, and the weather is infinite. It is open and domineering, unfettered, and even a whole line, like a fairy, coming and going without a trace.

It is somewhat similar to the person who writes, and the words are as they are.

This kind of person who looks like a painting really makes Shen Anyan envious. This kind of character shows a slight edge at the hidden front, and the exposed front is also subtle, deep, strong and soft.

"There is a son who said,'The use of etiquette, harmony is the most precious. The king's way, the sorrow is the way of the king. The small and the big depends on it, and there is no way. Knowing harmony and harmony, not with etiquette, it is not feasible.""

Shen Anyan looked at the writing, pondered for a moment, turned around and looked for a book on the shelf.

"Miss, what are you looking for?" Yuxiang and Yingwen were finishing their clothes when they saw Shen Anyan suddenly turning around and looking around in front of the bookshelves anxiously, and asked.

"No, you are busy, don't worry about me." Shen Anyan came and looked for, ah! Found it, Shen Anyan pulled out a copy of "The Analects" and began to search.

She remembered that Yin Chenlang's sentence was from the "Analects of Confucius". Looking at the notes, she didn't really remember it.

The application of etiquette is based on harmony. This is where the ancient monarchs’ methods of governing the country are valuable. But no matter how big or small things are, just follow a harmonious way, sometimes it won't work. Harmony for the sake of harmony and harmony without rituals are also not feasible.

Shen Anyan looked at "The Analects" and leaned on the bookshelf. What does it mean?

A breeze blew by, and a corner of the rice paper was blown. Shen Anyan stepped up to the sleeper to hold it down, and then looked at the "Internal Training" that had just been copied.

Shen Anyan suddenly realized that she was not talking about this.

I can't help laughing out loud, knowing and reconciling, and it's not feasible without etiquette.

Sometimes, traditional feudal ethics is not feasible.

I was copying "Internal Training" just now. Yin Chenlang thought he wanted to "make a facelift" and learn some stereotypes. Although Queen Xu's "Internal Training" is good, it is a model for women and is called "The Analects of Women", but It's still too restrained and restrained, and it makes people lose their aura.

As it is written in "Internal Training", don't be jealous or jealous, and help your husband take concubines. Isn't this kind of person numb, how can he really admire him?

Shen Anyan chuckled. The people of Dazhou believed that half and half of the doctrines of "Internal Training" should abide by etiquette. The other half believes that women should have aura. The Zhou Dynasty is an enlightened dynasty. The standard of virtue and grace is the scent of tea. As the so-called beautiful women, they should use flowers as their appearance, birds as their voices, moon as their gods, jade as their bones, ice and snow as their skin, autumn water as their posture, and poetry as their heart.

Each has its own opinions, radish and green vegetables, each has their own love, and those who like those who are talented are mostly young talents, who are good at reading, and eager for the other half to gamble and drink tea.

The Great Zhou Dynasty does not impose any rules, just choose their own hobbies.

"Shen Anyan, what are you looking at?" Yingwen found that Shen Anyan had been standing still for a long time, holding "The Analects" and staring at the table, couldn't help but take a closer look and asked aloud.

As soon as Shen Anyan turned her head, she saw Yingwen looking at herself with big eyes, "It really scares me, you can't make a sound when you walk."

Yingwen sticks out his tongue and smiles, looks at the table, and finds something like, "Hey!"

Yingwen raised the rice paper and looked left and right, "Brother, do you see if this is your Royal Highness's character!"

Yinwu raised his head and glanced at Yingwen, then at Shen Anyan's helpless expression, and said, "Don't mess around, come back soon."

The text is just like I didn't hear it, "Brother, what does this mean? Come and see!"

Yinwu sighed, turned back and continued to meditate for luck, "I don't know."

Quoting the military to see Yingwen, he wanted to speak again, and interrupted aloud, "His Royal Highness just looked at it casually, as if he had written something. By the way, this set of exercises was brought to you by Uncle Sheng Yu."

Yingwen heard it, ran over to take over the classics, and looked through it.

"Sheng Yu is not much older than you, right? You are actually a master uncle?" Shen Anyan asked in surprise. In her previous life, she had a bit of overlap with Sheng Yu. Although she was assassinated by Sheng Yu, Shen Anyan was still very curious about this future martial arts leader. of.

Yin Wu nodded, "Well, Uncle Sheng Yu is seventeen this year. The age gap is not that big, I am only three years older. Sheng Yu’s parents are both hall masters, and they are not low at first. Sheng Yu was already born. The disciple in the department, coupled with his wonderful talents, and hard work the day after tomorrow, was admitted to the inner courtyard very early."

Yingwen raised his head from the classics, "I am five years younger than Shishu! That aptitude and strength are far worse."

Shen Anyan nodded. She had heard that Yinwu and Yingwen were all from the outer courtyard to practice children, unlike Sheng Yu.

"What about Sheng Yu's parents? How come Sheng Yu never said it?" Shen Anyan asked casually while chatting.

Yinwu shook his head, "A few months after he was born, the two hall masters went on the mission. Sheng Yu had no impression of his parents at all."

Shen Anyan was shocked to speak, unable to tell, each of them is actually a story that is difficult to tell, and the experience is extraordinary.

Perhaps it was because he grew up alone, unwilling and ruthless, that he became Sheng Yu so early, the youngest martial arts leader!

Shen Anyan chatted with them and fell asleep very early.

The strategies of the world, the city, and the happiness and happiness of the world are like a clear stream, mixed with each other in the wind. Passing by, gushing out like spring water, I want to stop it, but I can't stop it.

The night in the Prime Minister's Mansion was silent as water. Everyone fell asleep one after another. There were occasional two sounds of insects, and occasionally fireflies flew by, bringing a ray of light.

A more melodious drum sound, a new day after a few sounds.

Shen Anyan got up early in the morning to dress up, because Shen Shenyin said that today, she will ask the palace mother to teach etiquette. You can't linger as usual, but you must tidy up your appearance and go straight.

After washing, Yuxiang helped Shen Anyan dress up and looked at the sudden array of jewellery. It is estimated that Yin Chenlang brought in addition to clothes and jewellery yesterday. Shen Anyan's chuckle really cost him money.

For the extra clothes, Shen Anyan only said that it was a reward for the Hundred Flowers Girl. Who knew how many pieces were in a box, and only Yuxiang and Qin's mother could open Shen Anyan's wardrobe at will.

Shen Anyan picked up a butterfly golden step and shook it, thought about it, but put it down again, picked out from the box the inconspicuous flying butterfly, ink snow carved treasure updo flower green hairpin, diagonally inserted rhinestones, camellia painted silver Huasheng, hibiscus clear ink The top green beaded shook his head with purple gold inlaid peony and white jade.

Light pink palace dress, the skirt corners are embroidered with light blue butterflies spreading their wings, and they are covered with a layer of white veil. The silk-like black hair is rolled into a regular boudoir, most of the hair is like fine silk, scattered around the waist. The figure lining the clothes is slender, and the waist is weak, making it even more charming.

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