MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine-Chapter 119 Emperor extra

Feng Jin learned very little from his father and learned a lot. "Baidu search to see the book without ads update the fastest"

The Son of Heaven, the son of Heavenly Love, he knew from a very young age that his father and his mother had a bad relationship. The father was a man who had more feelings than the mountains. The mother was a woman who had more emotions.

The prince who does not love the mother does not love, sometimes it is not as good as the favored emperor, but he can bear it, endure the arrogant younger brother to take him back to the lotus pond, and then let the full dynasty know the fainting of this younger brother. He can see and watch how Weber is dying step by step. He can listen, let the father of the dissatisfaction with him, know that the father of the last dying, looking at the other side of the apologetic expression, he feels very funny.

Since I did it at the beginning, why should I regret it now? The so-called apology is a joke for him. The whole Kyushu is his, he has the right to do what he wants to do, and the past is clouded by him, but it is a test. He has never been in the heart, and there is no such thing as harm.

He has gotten the necessary and paid, he understands this truth since he was a child. His mother got the position of the Queen Mother, but lost her mother's heart; his father and the emperor got the beauty, but lost the ability to distinguish between right and wrong; his father was a failed man, also a failed emperor, he was a child I know that if he is called the emperor, he will never be a man like his father.

The father was ruined. As a prince, he was taken for granted. He mastered the military power, mastered the political affairs, and also controlled the life and death of the women in the harem. He has countless women, and he has a lot of fun, and he is uninteresting. For him, a woman is just a pastime. He can't be as good as a father to a woman.

The harem woman's mind is ever-changing. He doesn't need to know what they want. He just needs to see how they please themselves. He and they are just taking what they need, and they have everything to do.

Only later, there was such a woman who gave a lot of heart to his stupidity. He could give her a lot of things, but she couldn’t give what she wanted.

When she was giving birth, he stood outside the door and suddenly thought, if this woman left, is this harem a little boring? After all, the women in the harem are always like that. This one is still somewhat different from others.

Later, she and her children were fine, and he felt relieved. It was because the harem had finally left an interesting woman.

She gave birth to her most valued child. This child is not like his father, nor is he like him, but he is very satisfied. He thinks that this child may be suitable for the future emperor.

"The emperor, the sage is seriously ill."

After listening to it, he sighed, and Yin Xian once valued it. However, after some unknown, he was very dissatisfied. It was about this woman who thought about what she did not want to give, so he refused.

"Let's go see." He closed the play in his hand, always to the woman who had been waiting for him when he was not on the road. He wouldn't take a trip.

Yin Xian used to be a very quiet woman. Later, it became more and more vulgar. It was like a dirty white paper. It could not be cleaned.

Feng looked at the woman lying on the bed, she looked dying, as if she could leave the world at any time.

"Emperor," Yin Xian’s voice was a little dull. She smiled awkwardly on her cheeky face and sighed. "I didn't think that the emperor would still like to see him." She looked away from Fengxin and landed in the house. On the corner vase, there was a bunch of withered flowers.

She looked at the bunch of flowers for a long time, and suddenly whispered a poem: "The pear garden dissolves in the moon, and the catkins pond is light." After reading this sentence, Yin Xian was a little breathless, and she tried her best to look at Feng. "Emperor, can you still remember this poem?" When she first entered the Prince's House, she was still sung by the emperor of the Prince.

Now, more than a decade later, the emperor has already had other beautiful women, but she is very old. Yan Huabai first, Jun is no longer, her tears slipped, perhaps she has never got the king's feelings, all this is just her ignorance.

Feng Jing looked at her quietly and said halfway: "Have a good rest, come back to see you later."

Yin Xian smiled and watched the emperor out the door, slowly closing his eyes, as if dreaming of the moon-like frosty night, standing in front of the window, the handsome man read the sentence to himself. poetry.

"The pear flower garden dissolves in the moon, the catkins... the catkins pond... the light wind."

A gust of wind began, the pear blossoms falling, infinitely beautiful.

"Yin!"

Feng heard the crying in the palace behind him, and the foot was slightly stunned. He looked back at the palace that suddenly became noisy. He told the eunuchs around him: "Yin Yin is buried with a noble ceremony." I have to go, but I saw Hu standing in the courtyard and watching him quietly.

He also valued this woman, but her calculations made him uninterested. Today, she is not as light as she is, and he will not have half-hearted emotions.

Seeing the emperor leave, Hu's knees slowly, "Gong Gong to the emperor." She stood up, could not see the figure of the emperor, looked back at the direction of the sacred bed, she sighed long.

The news of Yin Xian was quickly passed to the harem, and Feng Jin encountered a lot of rushes to the Yinxian Palace. They all bowed to him with a thousand gestures. Although they were sad, they were not seen. A little bit ugly.

"I have seen the emperor."

"Get up, don't have to be polite," Feng said to open the curtain of the imperial concubine and watch the woman standing on one side. She wore a 90% new plain wide-sleeve skirt, but she did not detract from her beauty. A woman is a woman he has loved for many years, but he never wants to see.

"Xie Huang Shang," Shu Guiqi looked up and saw the curtain on the cymbal swaying gently, and the calm face of the sacred scorpion left, but far from seeing Zhaogui squatting and walking towards the imperial concubine.

She smiled awkwardly, and said to the diamond yarn behind her: "You see, the biggest winner in this harem is her. In those years, no one can."

Ling Yao listened quietly. She carefully supported Shu Guizhen. After Shu Guifei finished speaking, she said: "The goddess, you and her are both noble. Even if she has a prince, she will be less noble than you."

"There is nothing on this side. Who is not going to give her face in this harem?" Shugui helped the step of supporting the side of the road. "This is a clever woman. It is the greatest skill to be able to be holy."

Ling Yao looked up and saw that Yu Yu stopped. The emperor seemed to have come down from the imperial concubine. After talking with Zhao Guifei for a while, he returned to Yu Yu and left.

This is the difference between Zhaogui and other cockroaches. Among all the nobles in the harem, only Zhaogui has this treatment, and it is no wonder that everyone else has flattered her. It’s just that Shugui is a very strange woman. She never interferes in the harem, and she is most picky about eating. Others can’t find anything wrong.

Lingyin has some thoughts on emotions. About this is Zhaoqiao’s cleverness.

The days of the harem, year after year, the sages, there will naturally be other women into the palace, no one cares too much about a shackle, but it adds a stroke to the history books.

In the 18th year of Cheng Xuan, Zhao Gui was ill, and the doctors in the hospital were waiting for the turn, but Zhao Gui’s body was getting worse and worse, as if he had accidentally gone.

The emperor and the eight-year-old Prince of the Prince have been angry, and even a lot of doctors have smashed the board, but they are helpless with Zhao Gui’s disease.

Looking at the woman who was pale and sleepy on the hospital bed, Feng seems to remember that when the prince was born, he was as uneasy as he is now. It seems that he does not look at it, this woman will sleep.

"Father and mother, the mother will be good," Feng Yan stood next to him, but his tender face was with perseverance. "My mother said that she would choose a good wife for her son."

"How old you are, think about your wife, wait for your mother to wake up, and pick up you with your mother," Feng said with a smile, sitting down beside the bed, holding some cold hands of the woman, as if I also thought of the woman's charming smile under the peach tree.

"Can the peach blossoms in the palace be opened?" He looked at the seal.

The seal nodded.

He stood up and whispered: "Let's stay with your mother, and go back."

Feng Yan looked at the back of the father, sat down in the place where he had been sitting, holding the hands of the mother in both hands, some fear and some worry, "mother, when do you wake up, without you, the buns are by other women What about bullying?" He began to whisper in the harem, our calculations, one sentence after another, very clear.

"Mother, you wake up, your son is afraid."

The palace people in the house bowed their heads silently, but they hoped that the goddess really woke up.

In the Taolin outside the Taoyu Pavilion, Feng Jin personally folded a few peach blossoms and looked at the flowers in the garden. Gao Dezhong said behind him: "I remember Zhaogui, who loves to use the peaches here every year. The peach blossoms are so good, I don’t know what it will be like."

Gao Dezhong said: "Please ask the emperor to forgive the rumors, the emperor may have to control some Zhaogui, this peach is too much to eat."

"She is such a greedy temper, for so many years, she can't take her." Feng Xiao smiled and took a few peach blossoms to Xihe Palace.

Before he arrived at Xihe Palace, he saw a **** of Xihe Palace running over his head. He sighed and sighed, panting, "Imperial...Imperial, Zhaogui swears at her..."

"How is she?" Feng Zhuang's hand holding the peach branch is tight.

"Zhao Guifei's maiden woke up!" The little **** wiped his tears and sweat with his sleeves. "The emperor, the maiden woke up."

After a slap in the foot, he strode to Xihe Palace, and the peach blossoms in his hand fell to the petals of the ground.

Walking into the inner room, he happened to see the woman sitting on the bed and showing a gentle smile at the prince.

Seems to be aware of his arrival, she looked over, clear eyes, more **** lips, so that he did not consciously throw the peach to the ground.

"The emperor, are you here?" She laughed.

"Well, it’s coming." He replied, the face is still as calm as ever.

The author has something to say: before the code chapter, has been a single loop of light music "first see", finally found some feelings. This song is quite in line with my mood when I wrote this chapter. When I first wrote this article, it was only because I was spurred by the emperor who was loved by the emperor.

This article has accompanied me through the very important things in my life. Marry, have children, grow up, and face many helpless things in life, let me understand that life is more complicated than imagined.

Some people are jealous, some people understand that for me, this is everyone who likes this article, and it is also my blessing. But I think, even when I don't write, this article will be the deepest part of my memory, because there is no more article that can accompany me to experience these things.

I am grateful to the sisters who have liked it, or who are still looking at this article. Without you, there is no such article. Thank you very much, everyone is good at the Year of the Horse.

(There is still a piece of Jiang Xianyu outside, which will describe some of the things of the female lord on the side, but also a piece of content is not certain, I will think about it first)

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