The nurse Yang was blamed, although she was still up and down in her heart, and planned to send a letter to the Chen family to complain, but she didn't dare to snub Queen Chen's orders anymore.

She trotted back and forth, and in a short time brought back the oldest silversmith who was in the palace specializing in making jewelry for the concubines.

"The old slave visits Niangniang, and Niangniang is blessed with longevity and health."

Silversmith Duan was an old man in his fifties with a gloomy look in his eyebrows.

Since many years ago, after squeezing out his opponent and senior brother, he sat comfortably on the top spot among the more than 100 silversmiths in this palace, and in the harem, the mother and princess who are not favored to a certain extent cannot be moved.

But Empress Chen, the master of the harem who has mastered his "power of life and death", still does not dare to provoke.

After all, the iron-beaten queen and the flowing concubine, even if the saint collapses today, she still has the identity of the queen mother.

Although she herself has never had a child, as long as the current saint does not issue a decree to abolish her, that is, no matter which prince ascends to the throne, he still has to obediently call her a queen mother, at least in front of people, and treat her as an elder to ensure that in the future, he will not be infamous in Qingshi because of "unfilial piety".

"Will you make a silver needle?"

Empress Chen pinched a book in her hand, and without raising her head, she asked the silversmith Duan who was kneeling in front of her.

Now she is not in the mood to read at all.

But in order to be calm, not to let this silversmith with a bad reputation notice the urgency, and take the opportunity to rip off the bamboo, she still chose without hesitation and buried her face in the book.

The craftsman's workshop only examines whether the skills are exquisite, and there is no corresponding evaluation of the character.

She knew this, squeezed out her senior brother, and killed the master's Duan silversmith, and she also had the idea of driving him out of the palace, but he had never made a mistake enough to be expelled, and she, the master of the harem, could not let herself violate the palace rules because of a subordinate.

"The most exquisite of the minions is gold and silver drawing."

"I don't know what kind of silver needle I want to make, whether I want to embroider or ......"

In the palace, there are usually only two places where silver needles can be used.

Female red and lynching.

But lynching, since there is a word "private", it is doomed, and it can't be said on the surface, so the "smart" Duan silversmith is self-righteous about the second function, and he uses the method of wanting to say and stopping.

"For acupuncture."

"You make a whole set for the mourners."

Empress Chen still didn't look up, although she was disdainful of Duan's silversmith's self-inflicted cleverness, her face did not show a drop of different color.

Listening to Duan's silversmith's tone, it is obvious that she has made a silver needle for lynching, and in this matter, when she is in a stable situation, she will slowly take it from him, and see which "sister" is extremely vicious to her subordinates.

If you want to live freely in the harem, you must have no less news.

And those who are mean-spirited by their own masters are often the easiest to be influenced and bought, well, there is a possibility that they will become die-hard loyalists with only a few words of pity for the past.

"This silver needle is to be given away."

"If you lose face because of your poor workmanship, you mourn the loss of face......"

Speaking of this, Empress Chen paused, raised her head, and glanced at the silversmith.

This glance brought an obvious chill, which made Duan Silversmith, who was kneeling on the ground and listening to the command, unconsciously shiver, and even spoke uncomfortably.

"The old slave will do his best, and he will never let the objects that the mother hands on are inferior to others!"

Duan Silversmith firmly believes that although his craftsmanship does not dare to say that he is unique in the world, but only in this palace, no, it is Yanjing, or he is called second, and no one dares to lead the first.

A few years ago, there was still his master and brother who pressed him, but now, his master has already driven the crane, when his brother left the palace, he made someone break the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

Since Empress Chen wants face, he only needs to show his skills to the extreme, so that she can get face, and she will be able to make a difference, and even get a reward.

It's easy to do!

……

On the imperial couch in the dormitory, Emperor Longqing was resting on Concubine Li's lap, enjoying her pinching her head for herself.

After a few days of recuperation, his face has been much better than before.

The imperial doctors who were summoned by him, except for one imperial doctor surnamed Sun, were in the outer hall around the clock, asking for his pulse three times a day, and the others were all locked in the subordinate rooms in the side courtyard, eating, drinking, and sleeping only in the house, and they were not allowed to leave for half a step.

"That bastard boy is most like me."

"Even the virtue of rushing to the crown and being angry is the same."

As he spoke, Emperor Longqing grabbed Concubine Li's hand, dragged it to his lips, and printed a light kiss full of honey and tenderness.

Concubine Li is over forty years old, the sideburns on her forehead have been flushed with silver, and the corners of her eyes have also grown a lot of fine lines due to poor maintenance.

But Emperor Longqing didn't seem to care at all.

Even Concubine Li's rougher hands than ordinary women are like treasures that he is willing to hold on his chest to protect.

"Your Majesty loves to put gold on his face."

"His stinky temper, tsk, really makes people just think about it, and it gives me a terrible headache."

Concubine Li seems to have long been accustomed to these childish little actions of Emperor Longqing.

She let Emperor Longqing hold her right hand and left hand, but she didn't stop, and when she mentioned Lingjun, she sighed helplessly and shook her head instinctively.

"That girl from the Shen family, I look good, smart, polite, and sincere to treat that bastard boy."

"Only being born is a fly in the ointment, and it is difficult to inherit the responsibility of the master of the harem."

At the mention of Liu Qingxin, Emperor Longqing pursed his lower lip, turned his head sideways, and looked at the father-in-law Maizi who was standing next to the imperial couch like a stone man.

"How many days have it been?"

"Bi family, no matter how cautious you are, it's time to enter Ningxia?"

"Why haven't you heard back from the people who are lying in ambush over there?"

When questioning, Emperor Longqing seemed a little anxious.

This matter was carefully planned by him, and he thought that there could be no omission, but this development was beyond his expectations.

He didn't expect that the Bi family would be so vicious and kill all the people who accompanied him.

I didn't expect Ling Jun to be so angry, rushed into the imperial study, and yelled at him to lift the table.

I didn't expect that the people he sent to follow would be thrown off, so now, the team that was planted in Ningxia early in the morning and was ready to grab people could only wait for the rabbit.

"No news yet."

Listening to Emperor Longqing's questioning to himself, Mai Zi's father-in-law hurriedly stepped forward half a step forward and reported to him what he knew, seeing that he frowned, he hurriedly added a sentence to comfort, "That road is the only way to enter Ningxia, and the Bi family has wings, and they have to fly from there, Your Majesty should not be impatient." ”