Chapter 104: The Four Grades
Jin Feng's will went down, and the palace was in an uproar, no one could have imagined that Shen Qingjiao would become Jieyu, and soon after that, she would become a height that others could not reach in this life - a fourth-grade noble concubine.
The concubines waited for a long time, and they didn't see any news from the Fengluan Palace, and what was even more surprising was that on the night of the fifteenth, the saint had never set foot in the queen's palace, which also made the uncontrollable curiosity in everyone's hearts rise more than one layer, but the saint's will clearly wrote the decree of the queen mother, even if the concubines were unwilling, they did not dare to say anything.
Shen Qingjiao also couldn't understand the sudden will, the night was as cold as water, she quietly held a horn comb that soothed her muscles and invigorated her blood, combed her long black hair, and there was a hazy fragrance in the hall around her, guessing, puzzled, confused, all kinds of factors she couldn't explain were like a mess, slowly entangled Shen Qingjiao's hands and feet, she couldn't take out her thoughts at all to think about why Xiao Qi suddenly came to make her a noble concubine, if it was because of Zhao Guiji.
Shen Qingjiao couldn't help but sneer, the Queen Mother's heart towards Zhao Guiji was probably not as kind as on the face, she remembered that when the Queen Mother mentioned the word Zhao Guiji, she was more disgusted and contemptuous.
Shen Qingjiao couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it, so she simply threw the horn and combed it on the dressing table.
Honeysuckle came in, her heart jumped, she saw Shen Qingjiao sitting in front of the dresser silently, and immediately sent away the cloud pendant who was evacuating the ice tank, and changed herself into the inner hall to take care of the bed.
Shen Qingjiao turned her head and said with a light smile: "This kind of thing, what's the harm in letting Yun Shen do it?" β
"The slave and maid are idle, and when they serve the little master, they will change the clouds and fall in to keep vigil." Honeysuckle unfolded a bed of purple cotton single quilt, embroidered with a hundred children frolicking pattern, which is looking forward to the palace concubines can continue to be made of heirs, but looking at the holy east and west of the twelve palaces, which concubine has a child under his knees?
Except for Lu Zhaoyi and Concubine Xian, who each had a miscarriage, such an expectation fell on the harem, and I am afraid that it is only ridiculous.
Shen Qingjiao paced to the bed and sat on the bed, watching Honeysuckle busy, she smiled and said: "In a short time, it will be autumn, but the weather is still so hot, and I don't know if it will be cold this winter." π’.πππ³ππ¬.ππΎπ’
The smile on the corner of Shen Qingjiao's mouth was like a fragile begonia flower in the cold dew on the branches at night in late spring, ethereal and empty, the light in her eyes lined with the candle flame in the hall that seemed to be bright and dark, and suddenly a burst of inexplicable sadness jumped from it, this sadness made people have tears in their eyes for no reason.
Shen Qingjiao propped her hands on the edge of the bed, and her whole body was empty, so that Honeysuckle couldn't bear to open her mouth to disturb her.
After a long time, Shen Qingjiao finally came back to her senses, and said with a sigh of relief: "Last winter, the snow fell very thickly, and the slave maid stepped down, and the snow went straight to the upper of the shoe, just look at the weather in early autumn this year, if it is extremely hot, then it must not be warm in winter." Little Lord, do you have something on your mind today? How can you worry about winter first? But over there in Ji County? β
Honeysuckle sighed lightly and said: "Forgive the slave and the maid, if the little master is worried about Ji County, then there is no need, the saint will arrange everything for the little master, not to mention, there is a letter from Yueyue, and the little master does not have to worry." β
"I know that." Shen Qingjiao took off her shoes and nestled into the thin quilt: "I'm just thinking, why did the saint suddenly promote me to a noble concubine, such a good thing can't be my turn, change to Fu Concubine, Jiang Jieyu, it's possible." β
"Why can't you be a little master?" Honeysuckle retorted: "I said what I wanted to say for the little lord for the saint, and I also said that the queen mother had to worry about Zhao Guiji, and the saint may be promoted to a noble concubine." It's just a two-level jump, and it's really sudden. β
"Yes, if you just make me a concubine, it will be reasonable." Shen Qingjiao said one after another: "It is because of the promotion of the noble concubine in one fell swoop that people have to pay attention to it." Find a suitable opportunity and ask Sanshuang, maybe she can know something. β
"Loose frost?" Honeysuckle frowned and said: "Otherwise, the slave maid should knock on the side and ask about the falling moon, the scattered frost is not as powerful as the falling moon in front of the queen mother." β
Shen Qingjiao patted the back of Honeysuckle's hand with a smile, her smile was slightly strange, but her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky: "In the future, in the Ci'an Palace, it will only be Sanshuang who will be more powerful in front of the Queen Mother, and as for the falling moon, maybe for a long time to come, she will replace Sanshuang's position in front of the Queen Mother." β
Honeysuckle was surprised for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.
The night was dark and dreary, and Honeysuckle took advantage of the thin light under the porch to change the clouds and fall in to keep vigil, but the night was as usual.
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