Mingcui Palace is located near Yeting Lake, and it is also one of the three palaces that Fu Chen cleans every day, and he is familiar with every grass and tree here. It is a secluded place isolated from the palace. It is not so accurate to say that it is a forbidden place, but in addition to cleaning the servants, the general eunuchs or people in charge of the internal affairs department will ask them not to go inside, but the specific reason is unknown, and it may be that the people in charge are not clear.

The two of them stood in the hidden place of the cloister, and the hollow of the window lattice with delicate carvings on the side blew the summer breeze on their bodies, and they couldn't help but extend the swishing coldness.

"What are we doing here?" Mei Jue couldn't help but clench the corners of her clothes.

She can understand what Fu Chen means, relying on her appearance alone can only make the emperor linger for a short time, and there are not many beauties in the harem. The beauty here is like a cloud, not to mention that Concubine Li, who has already died, is the first beauty of the Jin Dynasty, that is, the high positions of each palace have their own merits, if she wants to occupy the position in the emperor's heart, she needs to rely on special methods to win.

But how to take it is out of order, and she found out that even if she has been in the harem for ten years, she can't contact the emperor, and she doesn't know anything about the emperor.

Fu Chen only asked her to wait patiently these days, and when the time came, he would naturally notify her. She now has several things that Fu Chen gave her that are particularly precious in her opinion, which can be described as unique in the world, one is the beauty prescription, the required duties are ready-made, and the leftovers can be found in the dining room, she used one of the recipes and felt that the dark blue under her eyes faded a lot, and her face was not so puffy when she got up in the morning, and the second was a booklet describing the dance steps, on which there were several complete sets of dance moves, and each step had its essentials to watch, which was very easy to understand. But what surprised her the most was that as an aunt, she was familiar with all kinds of rhythms and dance steps, even those from the Western Regions knew a little bit or two, but the patterns drawn by Fu Chen had never been seen before, and she was sometimes curious about how this person's head could be so different. The third is to memorize a little-known book called "Nanqing Fangyi", and understand the meaning and allusions of each sentence in it.

"This is the Mingcui Palace, which was once the residence of Emperor Zhenyi's concubine." Fu Chen looked around, listening to the knocking outside, to make sure that her time had not yet arrived.

"The emperor's mother, how do you know?" Zhenyi Imperial Concubine, that is the posthumous seal after the death of Concubine Zhenyi. Mei Jue looked at Fu Chen in surprise, Fu Chen was just a little eunuch before, how could he know these royal secrets. In this place, as the aunt of Zheng Sanpin, she was only ordered not to come in at will, but she didn't know why.

"I have been a sweeping eunuch in this area for three years, and I have met the emperor." What Fu Chen said was ordinary.

Mei Jue knew that if he changed anyone, it would be impossible for him to have Fu Chen's observation, and even if the emperor came, it would be impossible for him to hear that he was mourning his deceased mother. It can be said that her confidence in Fu Chen has also been built up bit by bit in the past three years.

"Will the emperor come later? The death day of Emperor Zhenyi's concubine is not today. "As early as half a year ago, all the palace concubines in the palace will eat vegetarian food for three days to express their nostalgia.

For Fu Chenxuan today, she didn't understand.

"Will you come, do you know why I let you memorize and memorize the "Nanqing Fangyi"?"

"I've always wanted to ask you."

"Nanqingzhou is her place of origin and birthplace, and this book is the only engraved reading material when she was alive, and it is circulated in a small number of people, but few people know that the author is Emperor Zhenyi's concubine." Fu Chen extinguished the palace lamp in his hand, and then said, "In the emperor's heart, today is the real death day of Emperor Zhenyi's concubine He, and the day half a year ago was made for others to see. It was not easy for Jin Taizong to take the country, the young Emperor Jin Cheng followed the He family, who was still a concubine at the time, to be chased by the pursuers and fled everywhere, sleeping in the countryside, eating grass mustard, He was kind-hearted, and helped many people all the way with the only remaining grain. Your task today is to think of yourself as a poor little girl who has been helped by Ho's. ”

"How do you know?" Who would sue Fu Chen for this kind of thing!?

"When I was cleaning the library, I saw it described in the "Biography of Concubine Zhen".

"But ......" She knew that the little eunuch was often temporarily assigned some errands, and Fu Chen used to hit the wall in the east and mend the net in the west. Cleaning the library is generally only arranged for one hour, but there are hundreds of thousands of books, how can it be possible to read books and memorize the contents under such a large workload, unless you can see ten lines at a glance!

"My biggest strength is probably that I have a good memory." Fu Chen used to have many nicknames, such as genius, monster, Tiansha Lone Star, Ke Qin's life, strange doctor, etc., he didn't want to explain more about things related to himself, in his opinion, this is not the purpose of today's come, "In the past three years, I have observed, Emperor Jin Cheng will choose to come to pay tribute to He every year, which coincides with the time of "The Legend of Concubine Zhen", it should be the incident of Concubine Zhen cutting flesh to save her child, it can be inferred that that memory made Emperor Jin Cheng remember too deeply, so that he decided that only today is He's death day. ”

"Cut the flesh to save the child!" It's no wonder that Emperor Jin Cheng loves his deceased mother so much, which can move anyone! Such a weak woman can actually do this, Mei Jue stopped the involuntary picture in her mind, took a breath and said, "I, then I don't dress up anything today, okay?" ”

"You have to do this, the more plain the better, and it's better not to apply powder. Today's showmanship will only disgust the emperor, for a man, what can shock his heart the most is not his appearance, but what has been buried in his heart. ”

"You know men so well? Obviously he is still a boy. Originally, Mei Jue couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

"But I belong to this group and understand the inferiority of this creature." Emperor Jin Cheng was obsessed with Concubine Li's captivating city and country, Concubine De's empathy, the queen's solemnity and elegance, and the pride and agility of Concubine Qi, etc., they needed him to come, but it was not necessary. Just like a drink, he likes it but is not indispensable, what he lacks most now is a person who can understand and fit in with his soul, a woman who can fill the most hungry emptiness in his heart.

"Today, there is a sixty percent chance that you will provoke Emperor Jin Cheng and be beheaded." The greater the opportunity, the greater the risk, and Fu Chen cannot guarantee success.

"That is, there are still forty percent, can you make an impression on him? Then that's enough for us - fight! Mei Jue is a woman who has made up her mind and is indomitable, her resilience and kindness are also the reasons why Fu Chen chose to push her, not to retreat meaninglessly, not to think very highly of herself, not to be arrogant or discouraged.

"Well, you still need to adjust your appearance before you go out......" Fu Chen glanced Mei Jue's clothes up and down, sorted them out more loosely, and pulled the waist belt tighter, looking very weak and couldn't help it, Fu Chen was as picky as a stylist, looking at the work in his hand, "Okay, it's almost time, do what I told you before." ”

"Okay, I'm ......"

Fu Chen observed the trajectory of the moon and made a silent gesture.

——Jin. River. Alone. Family. Hair. Table——

To this day every year, Emperor Jin Cheng's mood is very low and irritable, he will not summon any concubines, and even any of them will be severely reprimanded by him when they show off in front of him, the old people in the palace know this rule, this day will not be annoying in front of the emperor, but the newcomers don't know. Today, there is a show girl who "coincidentally" met the emperor in the imperial garden, and he was happy to push the boat to play on weekdays, but today he didn't see how shy the show girl was, so he beat people into the cold palace, creating the history of the fastest rejection of show girls over the years.

Thirty-eight years ago today, his mother cut his flesh and bled him to feed him, how could these women be qualified to laugh so happily in front of him! Everyone pretended to be on the day of their mother's death, why not take a closer look at "The Legend of Concubine Zhen" and "Nanqing Fangyi", what her mother had done for the people! What qualifications do these hypocritical women have to mourn his most revered mother!

In the eyes of Emperor Jin Cheng, his mother was the most perfect woman in the world.

Emperor Jin Cheng waved everyone away, and as in previous years, came to the Mingcui Palace alone.

His mother doesn't need any dirty and hypocritical thoughts to dirty the path of his mother's reincarnation.

However, when he was about to step into the atrium, he found that someone had already arrived first!

Who is it and how did it end up here at this time?

Didn't I say that no one can come over at will except for daily cleaning? Take my words as the wind in your ears?

But Emperor Jin Cheng didn't rush in immediately, he hid aside and looked inside.

I couldn't see the figure clearly in the moonlight, but I could vaguely find that it was a slender and thin woman, dressed very plainly, and the summer wind would blow her palace clothes empty, looking weak.

Mother...... Mother?

Emperor Jin Cheng's nostalgic gaze was confused for a moment. No, it's not, mothers don't wear people's clothes, so who is that?

The woman kowtowed in the direction of the main hall, but she was unconscious even if her head was bleeding.

The sound of puff and puff is endless.

The voice was like a boulder hitting the heart of Emperor Jin Cheng, it was not that there was no woman kowtowing to her mother, but it was the first one, such a heartfelt nostalgia, so sincere.

But Emperor Jin Cheng is not gullible, the women in the palace are too good at acting, and this may be another good show.

He wanted to wait, wait and get out, and see what the people inside were going to do.

But the woman's words next broke Emperor Jin Cheng's conspiracy theory, and he couldn't help but suspect that he was too grassy to the harem women after Concubine Li was framed.

The woman left a line of tears, beautiful and soft in the moonlight, intoxicating without being shocked, this is actually a woman whose complexion is not inferior to Concubine Li, and he has never seen it in the harem for so many years, how low-key it is.

"Niangniang, the slave is late again this year, you won't blame the slave and the maid. You are so good, how can you blame the slave and the maid, the slave and the maid deserve to die. This year, there are many beautiful ladies in the palace to serve the emperor, and if you can see it, you will definitely be very happy. Do you still remember the youth group you gave to the slave maid, the slave and maid asked for some wormwood from the imperial dining room, and made some of it herself, and I don't know if it suits your taste. As she spoke, the woman put a not-so-made Qingtuan on the floor tile in front of her knees, although it didn't look good, but it could be seen that it was made with her own hands.

In fact, the harem women, even the aunts, don't do anything to eat, saying that they make it themselves, they usually watch from the sidelines, or cut the vegetables.

Then the woman seemed to think of something, and knocked her head, "This thing can't appear, Niangniang, why don't you eat it now, the slave can't stay for a long time, this year's show girl is more beautiful and active than three years ago, and something happened in a few days after entering the palace......"

Drafts are generally held once every three years.

The woman began to babble.

Qingtuan, generally eaten in the modern Qingming Dynasty, in the Jin Dynasty is also a folk pastry, when the He family took the Jin Cheng Emperor to the disaster, he collected wormwood, and the flour he brought on his body, made for the people to eat, but such a thing is not recorded in the history books, and there are very few people who know.

After that, the woman was talking to herself, talking about some trivial things about being an aunt, and the volume was very soft, but it was very ordinary but it hit people's hearts. It's as if he just doesn't want He to be too lonely, so he comes over to chat.

See the truth in the ordinary.

Emperor Jin Cheng had already roughly guessed the identity of this woman, and she should be from the people.

He came out of the shadows, and when he thought of what he saw, his voice softened a lot, "You were back then...... Who? ”

He said it very softly, as if he was afraid that if the voice was too loud, the woman would disappear.

This woman, like flowing water, tepid, but he swept away all his boredom today, there are such pure and clean people in this palace, Emperor Jin Cheng never thought that one day he would use such an adjective to describe a woman.