Concubine Raiders: Rebirth As a Queen

Shen Anyan returned to Ronghua Pavilion, thinking that if she wanted revenge, she must not be as mediocre as the previous life. In the previous life, her own guzheng was already superior, and she was gifted in poetry. The insufficiency is probably the handwriting. After all, the mistress has never asked her husband. The font is very small and has no style.

The scent of the back room is pervasive and makes people comfortable. Shen Anyan looked at this boudoir with memories. She hasn't returned for six years. She didn't expect to see it again. The old things are still a little cordial...

There are many poems and books on the bookshelf. Before she was seven years old, she liked to read and read and study, but later the mistress said that girls didn’t take the top prize, so why did she read so many books? Virtuous, I really like to read quben novels, provoke evil intentions, even dance literary methods, do no ugliness, on the contrary, it is better to be illiterate, to be clumsy, and to heal yourself, you only need to obey your father's family and your husband's family.

But in fact, the Great Zhou Dynasty was an enlightened dynasty. The standard of virtuous and graceful dignity 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.

Otherwise, why did the mistress ask someone to write a poem for Shen Lingyang and then spread it out, saying that it was Shen Lingyang himself, so as to accumulate virtue.

I remember that I was still young. Many of my essays and other small poems were taken away by Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi, and there was nowhere to say that they were wronged. The common people and royal nobles in the capital can still make good at the age of eight. The poems of Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi have good impressions, which paved the way for Shen Lingyang to be named the first beauty in the capital.

Shen Anyan needs revenge, just like this is to disrupt the house and cannot avenge blood and hatred. To work hard to go out, it is impossible to stay in the house for a lifetime, but the nobles, especially the royal family, are the last to take human life seriously. Shen Anyan is just a daughter of a concubine who doesn't even care about her father, so how can others care?

Shen Anyan's jade fingers stopped in the air, and a jade pendant was lightly placed on his fingertips. The jade is excellent in color and hydrated and transparent. Shen Anyan placed the jade pendant next to her favorite book before. In fact, the seat is quite eye-catching. But because that book is hardly read now, it was forgotten later. Seeing this jade pendant now evokes some of Shen Anyan's childhood memories that were forgotten in the corner, flooding like a tide.

"Yun's temple flower and Yan Jin stepped, and Furong tents were warm in the spring evening. Because I was the fourth healthy growing daughter of the Shen family, I used the fourth word of these two sentences, my name is Yan Nuan." Sitting on the field The girl said. Shen Anyan was only five years old that year, and she was still used to using her milk name.

"You're young, do you know what this sentence means?" The boy's face was white with a smile, but his eyes were full of unknown meaning.

Shen Anyan leaned back against the grain pile, gently shook a soft and fluffy foxtail in her hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Huh? Isn't it a description of a concubine who was born with a beautiful face and three thousand beloved concubines? Aunt said that she hoped that I could do the same. With a bright future, the girl named Tingting, who was born into the world of beauty, is so-called "Hua Qingguo". She looks like a king with a smile. Is this it? "Shen Anyan is still reluctant to call Ye Qiu Ni a mother at this time.

"Well, yes." Although he replied with a smile on his lips, the unclear meaning in the boy's eyes became stronger at this time. This is clearly described as Yang Yuhuan, and Concubine Yang is a troublemaker, and she was hanged at Maweipo at her age like a flower. This mistress made it clear that she hoped that Shen Anyan would not end well.

However, Shen Anyan didn't understand this when she was young, and it seemed good. A happy life would be good, so she stopped continuing this topic, and just asked, "Yan Nuan, can you come out in the future?"

After hearing this, Shen Anyan shook her head, without her original bright smile, she looked a little depressed, "Father and Madam won't let me out."

"It's okay, then I'll go to you," the boy stood up, with a mature appearance, he really couldn't see that he was only seven years old. "You remember first, my name is Jun Mo."

What a ridiculous name. The light ink slanted down, and there was nowhere to dispel his sorrows. Forget it, he is indeed very unfortunate, isn't he? The corner of Jun Mo's mouth evokes an arc of self-deprecating.

Shen Anyan also stood up, brushed the pink Confucian skirt, the light yellow belt on her waist was fluttering in the wind, "The green robe strikes Jun Enzhong, and Huang Bangchu opens Yu Moxian. I know! Your family hopes you get the champion. The future is bright, so good."

Shen Anyan looked at Jun Mo with watery eyes with a smile. Normally, people naturally hope that his son will be admitted to the top prize and the future is bright.

Jun Mo smiled, Shen Anyan had misunderstood, and his family had no such plans. But this sentence is quite nice. I originally wanted to tell her how I understood Jun Mo, but after thinking about it, I didn't want to say it.

If it's like what Yan Nuan said, what he hoped, it would be fine.

"By the way, Jun Mo, Mother Qin is looking for me, I have to go back soon." Shen Anyan dropped the grass, remembering that Mother Qin was about to find herself.

This memory is that Shen Anyan went out with Qin's mother, and met a boy by chance. The two people chatted with similar interests. They ran to the grass, stream, and field. After playing happily in the afternoon, Shen Anyan felt that Qin's mother must be looking for herself after finishing the work.

"Well, let me accompany you." Jun Mo followed, and then raised his hand and knocked Shen Anyan on the head. Shen Anyan looked back at him with her watery eyes unclear, full of doubt and confusion. Jun Mo also looked at her and said, "If you want to call Brother Junmo, how can you call your name directly!"

Shen Anyan nodded innocently, repeatedly, and then followed Jun Mo, the two of them walked farther and farther, and gradually disappeared into the sunset.

Shen Anyan stopped her thoughts, Jun Mo? It seems that he has never heard of such a person in his previous life. Could he have forgotten himself? Or did you come to find yourself and be driven away by Ye Qiu Ni?

Shen Anyan continued his childhood memories. Only four or five days after that, Jun Mo really found herself, and then came to see Shen Anyan every three to five. They chatted with each other, read poetry history, or played the piano and painted. .

Shen Anyan's Reveal Pavilion happened to be at the side of the Shen Mansion, separated from the outside by a wall that was not too difficult to cross.

I remember that morning, Shen Anyan was sitting in her backyard reading a book, that is what Shen Anyan would do every morning.

The spring breeze was blowing, it was not very cold, but it felt a little warm. The willow branches had small green buds at the beginning, which looked very comfortable, adding more luster to this magnificent yard. The whole yard was full of warm green.

At this time, a young girl in a green gauze skirt walked in. The waist was tied into an elegant bow with water blue silk and soft smoke. The ink-colored hair was gently pulled up and inserted with a Wei Ling hairpin, and her skin was crystal clear. Jade, Fendai bashed her face. A group of maids walked in behind him, and Shen Changbi was very decent. Her maids were more like the people in her entire backyard.

Shen Changbi saw a poem placed on the stone table by Shen Anyan, picked it up, and slowly said, "Did you write this poem? I think..."

"Shen Changbi! How could you take the poem I wrote last time and tell your father that it was yours! It was clearly written by me!" When Shen Anyan saw Shen Changbi, she remembered what happened last time, put down the poem book, stood up and questioned Shen Changbi .

I remember the last time Shen Changbi took his poems to his father. Dad said that the brushwork was written by a child at first glance, but his innocence and simplicity revealed his aura, and his writing style was pretty good. It felt like he couldn't write it if he asked someone to write it on his behalf. Shen Shenyin was from the third-rank Yushi doctor at that time, and he had a lot of friendships. After spreading out, Shen Changbi gained a lot of fame.

"Who said you wrote it! Obviously I wrote it myself! Yes, there is this one too!" Shen Changbi picked up the poem on the table and shouted at Shen Anyan, "I wrote it, you have to take it away and read it. Now, give it back to me!"

Shen Anyan is only five years old and doesn't know any sophistication. Last time, the poem explained that she had written it by herself, and she was scolded by her father. She also said that she was trying to frame the misappropriation and had improper behavior. It must be a useless opera book to read. too much.

I was sad and cried for a while in my last life. It was precisely because of this incident that many years later, after she had written enough poems to Shen Lingyang and Shen Changbi, the mistress made a fuss about it and told Shen Anyan that "a woman without talent is virtue", which made Shen Anyan hesitate. No longer so keen on poetry.

The pure Shen Anyan didn't know what to do, and was anxious, so she robbed it, saying, "I won't give it to you if I tear it up."

Shen Changbi saw Shen Anyan approaching and pushed it away with one hand very hard. After Shen Anyan fell, he hummed and turned his head to leave.

Shen Anyan unexpectedly stretched out her hand to grab Shen Changbi’s hair. The pain caused by the hair being pulled up made Shen Changbi yell out. Shen Changbi quickly turned around and beat Shen Anyan mercilessly, leaving it on Shen Anyan’s face and the back of his hand. The next traces of scratches.

The frantic fight between the two young ladies made the maid on the side somehow unable to enter. Joining quickly, Shen Changbi's close-fitting woman rushed over in a hurry, grabbed Shen Changbi, and then grabbed Shen Anyan's head and slammed it on the ground. The momentary dizziness caused Shen Anyan to stop her movements and lay on the ground.

"Take a concubine!" Shen Changbi yelled after getting out, "Call me! The little **** who beat me can't get up!"

The fist fell on Shen Anyan's body like raindrops, and some people trampled it with their feet. After a long time, she stopped. Shen Anyan's face was blue and purple, and she was unable to resist when she lay on the ground.

"You're a cheap girl! This lady's hand was broken by you!" After that, Shen Changbi still felt puzzled, lifted his foot, stepped on Shen Anyan's hand, then leaned his body, lifted the other foot, and The weight of her entire body rested on Shen Anyan's hands.

"Ah..." Shen Anyan screamed but weakly.

Shen Changbi snorted and picked up the poem, "Let's go." Shen Changbi shook his hand and left with his long skirt.

Before leaving, Shen Anyan's maidservants were all taken by Shen Changbi to work in the big kitchen, so no one cares about Shen Anyan, no one asks a doctor, and Shen Anyan lies just like that.

Shen Anyan felt weakly that Shen Changbi kicked herself hard before leaving, and spit on her face, and then left angrily.

The clothes and hair were pulled messy, and after a long time, Shen Anyan slowly got up from the ground. He squatted down, leaned on the stone bench, buried his head between his knees, and couldn't help crying.

She was quiet, she was forced to endure, but she was not stupid, she really couldn't bear this kind of thing when she was only five years old.

With miserable crying, outside the high wall, there is a pair of eyes watching all this, and there is more than a sad feeling in my heart.

Those eyes full of hatred glanced at the direction where Shen Changbi was leaving, his hands clenched fists and the blue veins burst out scary, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped into the wall.

"Yan Nuan? Are you still awake?" Jun Mo asked softly, for fear that he would be shocked by this person who was sitting on the ground with his back leaning on the stone bench, with no vitality at all.

"Brother Junmo." Shen Anyan raised her head and looked at the person coming, surprised, how suddenly Jun Mo appeared, as if flying down from the sky to help herself.

Jun Mo naturally saw everything just now, but when he turned in, Shen Anyan would definitely be detrimental to Shen Anyan's reputation... and he would have a lot of trouble, so he could only control the hatred.

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