The queen was half-lying on the phoenix couch with her eyes open, the well-behaved palace maid was kneeling on the ground, carefully dyeing her nails for her, and the concubine Jin was sitting on one side, telling Shen Jiayuan about these rumors

"Oh, and that kind of thing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

No matter how many times Concubine Jin listened to it, this lazy and majestic voice made her scared from the bottom of her heart.

"It's just a rumor, it shouldn't be true, but the statement that the city is full of red clothes is also true, and it is conceivable that Uncle Guo is favored by the women of the boudoir. ”

Empress Jiayuan opened her eyes, and her willow eyebrows were not angry and arrogant.

"Even if it's a rumor, why did you tell it to this palace?"

When Concubine Jin heard this, she immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty, "It's all the concubines' words, and I ask the queen to forgive me." ”

Shen Jiayuan looked at his half-dyed fingers, after all, they lacked a little heat.

"Although Bengong doesn't like him, after all, his surname is Shen, and he is Bengong's own brother, so you can't forget your identity. ”

"The queen mother atoned for her sins, and the concubines didn't dare anymore. ”

Shen Jiayuan waved his hand and motioned for the palace maid beside him to step back.

"I brought you into the palace and made you the head of the six concubines, not to let you say these things here, the most important thing for a concubine is to please the emperor, if you can't do it, I can also change it. ”

Jin Concubine listened to the bow again and again, they are palace concubines, and outsiders look at the brocade clothes and jade food, but their life and death honor and disgrace are in the hands of the person in front of them.

The person in front of him is not only the queen, but also the person who holds the jade seal of the country, every initiation and every movement of the Xia Shang Dynasty must pass through the hands of Shen Jiayuan before it can be put in the imperial study of Emperor Mingde.

There is no doubt that Shen Jiayuan is the master behind the scenes of the Xia Shang Dynasty, at least half of it......

And the emperor is just a curtain hanging in front of Shen Jiayuan, and his only role is only to make Shen Jiayuan more justifiable in managing the world.

Even in the eyes of Concubine Jin, Empress Jiayuan disdained to please Emperor Mingde.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have given Mingde Emperor one concubine after another, although the harem has thin heirs, but there are also princesses and princesses born from time to time, but the queen has not come out so far.

She hated everything related to the Xia Shang Dynasty, but she could only rely on her status as the queen to have supreme power and status.

Such a woman is the most terrifying place.

"The concubine knew that she was wrong, and asked the queen to spare the concubine this time, and in the future, the concubine will serve the emperor wholeheartedly. ”

Shen Jiayuan smiled, and then looked at the Jin Concubine kneeling on the ground.

"That's right, if you have time to gossip with me here, why don't you go to the clothing bureau and choose a few good materials and make a few beautiful clothes. ”

Shen Jiayuan wore armor on his fingertips, raised the chin of the Jin Concubine, and the beautiful eyes in front of him were tearful, with horror in her eyes, and she was endearing.

"A few days ago, the emperor also gave the palace a box of southern pearls, if you take it and inlay it into a few beads, only if you dress brightly, can you share more of the emperor's favor. ”

Concubine Jin leaned down deeply, "Thank you, Queen Mother." ”

Shen Jiayuan waved his hand tiredly, and Jin Concubine bowed silently after giving a salute.

The exquisite and brilliant Fengqi Palace calmed down again, but Shen Jiayuan, who was originally tired, opened a pair of phoenix eyes.

"It's really a cheap seed, even more water-based poplar than your mother!"

The corners of Shen Jiayuan's lips hooked, but his eyes were very cold.

"If I don't help you, won't I bear the name of your sister in vain? ”

In Shen's mansion, Shen Wuhuan was flipping through an ancient book on the table, and the ice basin was sprinkled with plum blossom incense tablets, which made the room filled with a cold aroma even in summer.

Shen Wuhuan flipped through the yellowed ancient books under his hand, for him, this was just an ordinary day, but for the show girls kneeling all over the ground in front of him, this was a turning point in their lives.

Uncle Xiang, the housekeeper of the Shen Mansion in his fifties, stood quietly on Shen Wuhuan's side, silently looking at the show girl kneeling below.

They were originally from good families sent from all over the country this spring, and once they entered the palace, they were pointed out to their masters by the queen's mother.

No one knows better than him that the relationship between the master and the queen mother has fallen to the freezing point, and these women have been doomed since they entered the Shen Mansion.

Sure enough, when they were brought by the palace attendants, they had already knelt on the cold ground for most of the day, and their master obviously did not have any intention of pity.

Another half an hour has passed, and the show girl at the bottom has a delicate physique, and she has begun to crumble.

"Master, you've been reading for a long time today, so it's better to use something to let your eyes rest for a while. "Uncle Xiang built a pot of Zhengshan small seeds for Shen Wuhuan, and the unique aroma of black tea is refreshing.

"What time is it?"

"When I returned to my master, it was just after the time of Shen (three to five o'clock in the afternoon). ”

Shen Wuhuan closed the ancient books on the table, but saw the show girls kneeling underneath with a frown.

"Why are they still here?"

"The queen mother gave them to the master, and before you spoke, they naturally did not dare to get up. ”

"Given it to me?"

Shen Wuhuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, which lightly decided the fate of these women.

"Even if it's the queen's reward, it's just as usual. ”

Thinking of Shen Wuhuan's usual treatment of those palace rewards, Uncle Xiang hesitated slightly, "After all, they are from a good family, so will this be a little inappropriate." ”

"Since Uncle Xiang has mercy, why don't I promise them to you. ”

After Uncle Xiang saluted, he refused, "Master, the old slave has no children, no daughters and no worries in this life, so I only hope to stay in the Shen Mansion to repay the grace of Mrs. Xiang for saving her life." ”

Shen Wuhuan gestured to drink tea, but Uncle Xiang's words reminded him of the past, which he was reluctant to mention.

Shen Wuhuan's voice became colder and colder, "Since Uncle Xiang doesn't want it, then sell it, remember to tell them, if you want to be more barren and farther away, the Shen Mansion will not only take nothing, but will give them a hundred taels after the matter is completed...... Gold. ”

The woman who was in the prime of cardamom was sold into slavery in a remote place, and these women, who had never experienced strong winds and waves, were already paralyzed on the ground, sobbing helplessly.

There are even some women who don't want to be sold, and they look at Uncle Xiang with all kinds of pleading.

Uncle Xiang turned a blind eye to these crying women.

"The old slave will do it immediately. ”

Uncle Xiang walked out of the door, not to blame him for being ruthless, but people's compassion is limited, and his heart has already been filled by others, and he will never walk into a second person in this life.

Uncle Xiang looked at the Shen Mansion behind him, he only hoped that the little master would not end up in the same fate as himself......