How willing did this make the imperial concubine, after all, she was only half a step away from the back seat, even if Concubine Shu (the former queen) died of illness, she still failed to ascend to the back seat. was originally a wife's room, but eventually became his concubine.

Seeing her fate, the imperial concubine never wanted to see her maiden niece fall into the same fate. Therefore, the imperial concubine asked the three princes to ask for several times, and never agreed to give Sangyu to the three princes.

She looked at it coldly, knowing that Sang Yu and the three princes' childhood sweethearts, she was very affectionate, and finally came to Heluan Palace after the three princes drank, and said, "Mother, give me Sang Yu." After being rejected again, the third prince said angrily: "I want Sangyu, if the mother concubine insists on refusing, I will go and ask my father to be the master." ”

Before the third prince went to beg the emperor, the imperial concubine made up her mind and married Sang Yu to Jiang Shupeng as his wife.

That year, Sang Yu was nineteen, the third prince was twenty-five, and Jiang Shupeng was twenty-one, and he was the Tanhualang of Xinke, and he didn't know how many palace ladies he envied for a while, and sighed that she had a good life, and she was liked by the imperial concubine, and she married Tanhualang as his wife as soon as she got married.

Jiang Shupeng is Jiang Shuncheng's most proud son, not only is he extremely good-looking, but he is even more talented. At that time, there were many daughters in the Imperial City who wanted to marry Jiang Shupeng, but she was seized by her.

On the night of the wedding, the imperial concubine arrived in her room, stood behind her, and quietly looked at the beauty in the rhombic glass: "Sang Yu is big, and she is going to leave the cabinet." Do you blame Hongu? ”

The imperial concubine knew that she was in love with the three princes, and the more so, the more the imperial concubine disagreed with her following the three princes. The imperial concubine didn't want his niece, he sunset the same fate as herself.

Sang Yu knelt on the ground and said, "The slave is grateful for the great kindness of the mother, and I dare not blame." ”

The imperial concubine picked her up: "Okay! Just don't blame. She moved with noble steps, "The emperor values Jiang Shuncheng, and the palace has its own motives in marrying you to Jiang Shupeng." Since Jiang Shuncheng does not support my son, then other princes do not want to have a relationship with Jiang Shuncheng. I want you to marry into Jiangfu because I want you to stare at Jiang Shuncheng and his son. Sangyu, do you understand? ”

She once thought that the imperial concubine did this to dispel the three princes' intentions, but she didn't think that she wanted her to go to the Jiang family to make a fine work and be a chess piece.

Meng Shi thought about the heavy heart from beginning to end, and there were only four words on the paper, "Shu Peng Fujun", husband, what kind words, she held the letter, but she didn't know how to write the words behind.

Over the years, he must have been very disappointed, disappointed that she couldn't keep one child after another, and disappointed in that heart that couldn't warm up. When he was about to stay away from the imperial city, she was glad for her mother-in-law's words, "Xiaoliu is weak and not suitable for a long journey, and Daying is in the middle of nowhere, I really don't worry about Xiaoliu following you." In this way, let the three daughters-in-law, mother and son stay in the imperial city, and Peng'er will bring loyal servants and girls to take office. ”

Meng Shi forced herself to hold the pen, but she still didn't know how to start from the beginning, she couldn't write, she couldn't write a word. The tip of the pen dripped ink and quickly became a black ball.

What an embarrassment it is to want to speak but have no words.

After sitting for a long time, Meng still couldn't write a letter to Jiang Shupeng.

When he first got married, he kept working hard, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't warm her heart after all.

Jiang Shupeng said: "Sangyu, I like lively and enthusiastic women. ”

She has always been reserved and quiet, far from the type he likes.

He didn't like her like she had never paid serious attention to him.

Between them, it was she who hurt Jiang Shupeng first, and Jiang Shupeng was disappointed and helpless with her.

And her heart was broken early by King Jing, and because King Jing blocked her true feelings.

That's it, let's not write it.

What if I wrote it, the two people who were like strangers were afraid that they would never be able to start all over again.

Meng Shi made up his mind, crumpled the paper on the table, threw it casually, and landed it in a small bamboo basket. There are still a few pieces of watermelon peels in there, and tomorrow morning, someone will deal with it.

*

So-yeon was lying on the bed, and her mind was full of images she had seen in Jinglan Temple.

She had imagined the identity of the black shadow, but she never imagined that that person would be King Jing.

Meng Shi came out of the palace, and she used to be the eldest palace lady in Heluan Palace, and the most powerful person around the imperial concubine, she knew all this. But I don't know that the third grandmother was in love with King Jing.

The Meng family is a fine work buried in the mansion by King Jing and the imperial concubine, and she is actually afraid that Su Yan will tell the truth to the right minister.

Su Yan turned over, and the more she thought about it, the more disappointed she became: Third sister-in-law, I used to like you. But I didn't expect that you would be like this, even if you have Xiaoliu, do you still want to hurt our Jiang family? Third sister-in-law, I originally thought that as long as you lived well, it would be fine.

Su Yan slept soundly, and was woken up by Mama Qing, and it was time for her to go to Zhu's house to study again.

In Zhu's house, Su Yan frowned sadly, and when she saw Qin, she thought of the disappeared birds and cicadas, and even the subordinates covered their ears and avoided them.

Zhu Wu said that she didn't need to practice the piano in Zhu's house, but when she looked at the helplessness sitting in front of the piano, she couldn't bear it: "There are many kinds of musical instruments in my family, if you can't play the piano well, you can play the pipa well, play the flute well, you go to the library for a walk, maybe you can find a satisfactory instrument in the musical instrument room next to it." ”

A word wakes up the dreamer.

Su Yan recalled that when she was learning the piano in her previous life, she was also like this, and later the musician invited by the family suggested that she learn Konghou, which is only slightly better than playing the piano; learned to play the flute again, and she could barely get into her ears, but she was not interested; Later, I changed to pipa, held it in my arms, and studied it for a while, but I also learned it decently, and I was praised by the musician a few times. But at that time, she had only been enthusiastic about learning for a few days, and as soon as she became familiar with the strings, she refused to learn again.

If she can't learn the piano well, she can learn something else, it's not that she doesn't have the talent to learn music, but she doesn't choose a good instrument. She doesn't have to be proficient in all musical instruments, and she can make one good one.

Su Yan thanked Mr. and went to the instrument room of the library pavilion, and soon took out a pipa, which was not used for a long time, and the area was full of dust, so she swept away the dust and sat next to Zhu Wu with the pipa in her arms.

Zhu Wu understood, put down the book in his hand, took the pipa, and played a song.

"Sir is so powerful, can you play any instrument?"

Zhu Wudao: "The most proficient is the qin. ”

So-yeon stuck out her tongue.

Zhu Wudao: "As long as you learn the same well, the rest will be much easier to learn." Try the lute. ”

Su Yan held the pipa to try the timbre, and it was not bad, so she recalled the situation when she was learning the pipa in her previous life, and played a song intermittently.

Zhu Wu showed appreciation: "It's okay, it's much better than you playing the piano." With more practice, you will definitely be able to play well. Although you are young, your artistic conception and charm when playing the piano are not bad, which is rare for ordinary people. ”

That's a compliment to her!