The result of Mrs. Jing's promotion was expected by everyone, so when Yingzheng's order came down, no one was surprised.

"The edict of King Qin of the Ying clan:

Gongzi Fusu, brave, courageous, resourceful, and mindful, won the boundary of Beiyi in one fell swoop, which is a great contribution to the benefit of the people;

Fusu was born as a mother concubine, and the eighth son's wife was quiet, virtuous and gentle, elegant and dignified, good at good deeds, and well-nurtured children, and won the weight of widows.

The quiet one, in the past, had the merit of assisting the widow to rationalize the palace, and now has the virtue of teaching his son to become a talent, and he is a virtuous concubine in ancient times.

In accordance with the etiquette, Zhengming is highly employed, Jin Feng is a good person, and Jingshu Palace is called "Xian", which is called - Jingshu Xian Palace.

The title is old!

Chin this! ”

Zhao Gao's proclamatory voice sounded in the "banquet" that Zhao Wu and Zhao Wu had revealed in advance, and everyone listened quietly, but the boiling or cold feelings in their hearts could only be felt by everyone themselves.

"Slave concubine, thank the king for his kindness!"

Mrs. Jing bowed three times and bowed nine times, and she was full of confidence.

Ying Zheng raised his hand to signal Mrs. Jing to get up, and Mrs. Jing saluted again, got up and sat on the first seat under Ying Zheng.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Jing Ruiju Xiangong! Congratulations to Mrs. Jing for her enthronement. ”

The voices of the female concubines congratulating in unison were crisp and loud, and they had the posture of circling the beams three times.

There are really a lot of people summoned from this banquet, except for Yingzheng, many princesses under the head have left the table to line up to perform the ceremony, and their demeanor is the same.

Everyone understands that the position of the beloved is only separated from the queen's throne by a "beauty", and there is only one beloved person in the Qin Palace, Mrs. Jing, and everything is one step ahead of the only eighth son, Mrs. Li, so the normal relationship between Mrs. Jing and the queen of the palace - the title of the queen is measured by everyone, so no one dares to do anything unruly at Mrs. Jing's wedding banquet.

Ying Zheng opened his mouth to avoid the remaining redundant etiquette of everyone, and Mrs. Li got up first. Then came Madame Zhao and the other princesses.

In this Qin Palace, as a woman, no matter how hard you try to invite pets to win. The best only son, who could not reach Mrs. Jing, won a battle.

"Thank you, sisters, let's all return to their places. Let's sisters, let's toast the king together. ”

Mrs. Jing smiled charitantly, and the smile made the fine lines around her eyes densely highlighted. She was really happy, not only because her mother had been promoted to the level of her son, but also because the Qin Palace had returned to her own "peaceful" scene.

The concubines returned to their positions and raised their wine glasses according to Mrs. Jing's instructions.

"To the king!" It's a pleasant neat and coquettish sound.

Ying Zheng kept smiling and swept around. Drink the wine from your glass.

I have no joy or sorrow, so I can feel how indifferent Yingzheng's gaze is. He didn't take anyone into his heart at this glance, and despite the smile on the surface, people couldn't feel the warmth of his smile.

I couldn't help but think about it. I think the reason why he is like this is because he only has his Mrs. Jing in his eyes and heart at this moment.

Mrs. Jing is the concubine personally chosen by Yingzheng's father, Yingzheng's middle father, Lü Buwei, and Mrs. Jing was recognized by the living Empress Dowager Zhao at the time, coupled with her companionship and gentleness for so many years, the relationship between the two can be imagined. Ying Zheng must have a deep attachment to her.

The cup fell, the song and dance began, and the hall returned to a lively and boiling situation.

"'Jingshu Xiangong'? This time, Mrs. Jing is a step higher than the word 'let' in Mrs. Jean's name. Mrs. Jean is just a personal glory, Mrs. Jing is good, the entire Jingshu Palace is superior. ”

There was a discussion from the back of the seat about the matter. The timbre quickly faded into the music.

One fell, and another voice soon rang out.

"No matter how favored we are, it's just a matter that pleases the king's mood, so even if the favor is unprecedented, we will definitely be left out in the cold in the future. Mrs. Kejing is different, she was married by the king before she succeeded to the throne, who can compare with her. ”

Under the cover of the dance, there are many voices of conversation, these two people talking to each other are not close to me, I can hear it, and I think many other people will be able to hear it, but everyone is just talking, listening, drinking, showing a happy smile in the excitement of the dance music, it seems that the whole Jin Feng banquet is exceptionally peaceful and warm.

Jingshu Xiangong!

I looked at Mrs. Li, who was the chief of the lower seat on the other side of Yingzheng, and sat opposite Mrs. Jing. At this time, she had a complicated smile on her face, and she was drinking wildly into the wine glass.

"In the past, I'm afraid that Jing Shuxian Palace is going to smoke the house with peppercorns, and this pepper room hall will be Mrs. Jing's sooner or later."

I don't know where the sound came from, but the volume was not small, and it was not enough to reach the ears of Ying Zheng and Mrs. Jing, but it was subtle and clear to me.

If Mrs. Li heard this voice, she would have felt even more bitter in her heart.

Mrs. Li is talented, I heard that she can write at the age of three, and she has been personally taught by the erudite Confucian Li Si since she was a child, and she is the best person to accompany the ancient sages and sages by Yingzheng's side. She has the Li Si family on her back and has two sons and two daughters, she was originally the proud daughter of the Qin State, but she fell behind Mrs. Jing.

Looking at the depressed Mrs. Li and the red-faced Mrs. Jing, I felt a sense of regret in my heart.

Later, the prince and the princess entered the palace to congratulate the stage, and I rashly asked for resignation, so I avoided the danger of getting along with Yingzheng and Fusu in the same hall by going to the toilet.

I sometimes really think that if Tian Tianxi's appearance is inferior to now, I may be able to easily be a young envoy's wife in the Qin Palace for a lifetime; Now - too tired.

Mrs. Jing and Fusu's glory and prosperity were lively for a while before they gradually calmed down, but Mrs. Jing's position was unshakable and admirable, except for Yingzheng, no one dared to calm down to the state of one-half of the respect she had when she and Mrs. Li were on an equal footing.

"Madam, recently, Tingwei Li Si has frequently entered Zimian Palace to ask for peace, it seems that Mrs. Li really can't hold back." Luo Liang whispered to me mysteriously.

I smiled softly at her glowing eyes.

"The son is still young, and his merits can't climb Fusu; is arrogant, and her means can't compare to Mrs. Jing. No matter how advantageous Mrs. Li is, it is the mother's family that she can rely on and rely on in the king's heart, and she should naturally make good use of it. ”

I adjusted the strings and tried to play the melody of a popular song that was still in my head two thousand years later, but I couldn't find a satisfying beat.

Luo Cong couldn't help, so he could only diligently help me serve tea and pour water, as well as chat.

"Tingwei Li Si was very powerful in the previous dynasty, but after all, he was a foreign minister, and he couldn't interfere in the rights and wrongs of the palace. I don't know if Mrs. Li is like this at this time, whether this move will seem too impatient, and it will be self-defeating and self-defeating to be branded by King Qin and Mrs. Jing. Her little face was worried, and she said as she thought.

"Heh, you're thinking about it very subtlely." I looked at Luo Cong, who was becoming more and more delicate, and discussed with her: "But I think that even if Mrs. Jing is wary, the king will not. ”

I thought about it for a moment, and shook my head at Luo Onion in self-affirmation.