"This is a picture album of six newcomers."
Hu Shunhai handed over a thick booklet.
It not only contains the paintings that the palace painters made for the beauties today, but also introduces the age, family background and talents of the beauties.
Yan Xiu only looked at the fine salt refining method and rubbed his forehead hard.
The Queen Mother's move of beheading first and then showing off was really clever. She made it clear that she didn't take him seriously.
Hu Shunhai reminded again: "Your Majesty, please assign titles to all the newcomers as soon as possible. The Queen Mother also has a purpose."
He held the booklet in his hand for a long time, but Yan Xiu didn't pick it up.
Hu Shunhai's hands were sore from holding it up. Yan Xiu folded the prescription carefully and stored it. He glanced sideways at him and said, "It's up to you how to seal everyone. I want to move it to Changle Palace."
The little girl in Changle Palace was still suffering, he should go and take a look.
"Your Majesty! You must not do this!" Hu Shunhai hurriedly knelt down and accidentally smashed the register to the ground. "This, since ancient times, there is no reason for eunuchs to step over and replace the emperor and appoint the concubine of the Jin Dynasty!"
Yan Xiu patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, you are the first."
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Outside the window of Changle Palace's bedroom, there is a tall osmanthus tree. It is said that it was planted by Empress Dowager Xiaowen in the year when Emperor Wen died. Today, the pavilion is like a canopy.
Life in the palace is really boring and leisurely, and winter will come in a month. Although there are many exotic flowers and plants in the palace, everything is withered and there is nothing to see.
Zhu Sijia rarely went out. Most of the time, she moved a chair and sat by the window near the laurel tree, reading and thinking.
Everyone in the palace said that based on the clear and sunny autumn weather, this winter must be a warm one.
It's a pity that God was not kind. In the fourth year of Longchang, Daqin not only ushered in a grand ceremony that was rare in a century, but also ushered in an unprecedented snow disaster.
Many people will die this winter.
Zhu Sijia's heart ached slightly, and the "Journey to the West" written by Zhu Ya in her hand became boring.
She really couldn't imagine how Da Qin spent this winter in the fourth year of Longchang in her previous life when faced with Beiliang's declaration of war and raging snowstorms.
Especially Yan Xiu, he must be very busy, and he even agreed to Yan Xing's request to go to the northwest to deal with the snow disaster.
At least Daqin has not been disturbed by war in this life. This winter may be much better, but many people still cannot survive the severe cold due to too little charcoal fire storage in the early stage.
Even the always prosperous city of Xijing was filled with victims, and frozen corpses could be seen everywhere on the streets.
What if she could change this storm like the fire?
No, it's impossible. She's not a Daluo deity. How could she let this heavy snow turn into nothing?
It would be fine to stock up on more charcoal and food, but what reasonable excuse would she use to do so many little things under Yan Xiu's nose?
She wanted to save people, but she couldn't expose her "divine power" for predicting the future. After all, Yan Xiu hated the idea of strange powers messing up gods. No matter how much he liked her face, people would pull her down and chop her down.
I wish Scarlett was so worried that she kept sighing.
The sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps came, and the smell of ambergris overwhelmed the cinnamon outside the window.
When she turned around, Yan Xiu had already put on his pajamas and stood behind her. He closed the window for her with his long hands: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Zhu Sijia did not expect that he would come to Changle Palace so late, and even knowing that she was menstruating, she said word by word: "Your Majesty, I cannot sleep with you tonight, have you forgotten?"
As if nothing had happened, Yan Xiu put his hand on her belly and rubbed it gently: "I didn't forget, I came to see you. Don't worry, I won't make trouble for you."
Looking at this posture, he was determined to stay in Changle Palace for the night.
The Changle Palace lanterns were extinguished, and the two of them lay on the bed each covered with a quilt. Yan Xiu slept on the outside. The other person was tall and had long legs. Whenever he lay down and slept on the outside, he could create a comfortable sense of security.
In the past, they used to share the same quilt, but tonight Yan Xiuwei accommodated her body and insisted on covering her up separately.
Zhu Sijia lay sideways in his direction, her eyes still bright in the dark night.
Yan Xiu knew that she was not asleep, so he got into her bed and warmed her hands and feet.
The man's body was like a heat source that never cooled down. Holding it was indeed more useful than a hand stove. He said, "I have something to tell you."
Zhu Sijia: "I am listening, my concubine."
Yan Xiu: "The Queen Mother packed six newcomers into the palace. By the time I found out, it was already too late."
In fact, she knew early this morning that someone with intentions had spread the news to her Changle Palace that the Queen Mother had chosen six newcomers.
It's just that Yan Xiu was busy with political affairs and knew about it later than anyone else.
Six, the same number as in the previous life, Zhu Sijia was a little surprised. Could it be that these six women in the previous life were also the work of the Queen Mother, rather than Yan Xiu himself?
Zhu Scarlett's heart suddenly sank, and she paused: "Congratulations to Your Majesty on the new bride."
Yan Xiu thought she was talking angrily, but judging from her behavior, it didn't look like she was being angry at all, so he became even more frustrated. It was rare for him to be so frustrated:
"I want to hear the truth from you, Scarlett. Don't you care at all?"
It's fine if she even cares a little bit.
After all, he already cares about her unknowingly, although not much.
But Zhu Sijia still replied calmly: "Your Majesty is the emperor, and it is extremely normal to have a wide harem. I will definitely not be a jealous wife."
She thought her words were appropriate and virtuous. Don’t kings like to hear these words?
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Xiu got out of her bed, turned his back to her forcefully and deliberately, and coldly ordered: "Shut up and go to sleep."
Zhu Scarlett: "..."
The next day, Zhu Scarlett slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
She pulled the bell on the bed curtain, and Aunt Zhong and Zhu Ya entered in an orderly manner with the palace maids to wait on her.
Zhu Ya whispered in her ear: "Jieyu is finally awake. The group of women outside the palace have been noisy all morning, saying they want to see you."
Zhu Sijia guessed 70% to 80%: "Are they the new group of people who entered the palace yesterday? They are so anxious to see me."
Zhu Ya: "Well, Your Majesty really... took six into the palace at once."
Zhu Sijia made a silent gesture towards her: "Don't mention this matter in front of His Majesty recently."
He was annoyed, and even made himself angry.
There were also a group of uninvited guests in the main hall. I wish Scarlett didn't stay in the dormitory for too long. After changing her clothes, she asked Aunt Zhong to lower her head casually. She only put on lipstick and went out to meet the guests.
"Everyone, please wait." Zhu Sijia took a seat at the main seat, "Come, let's watch the tea."
The moment she appeared in the main hall, all the women in the hall were silent.
In the past, she rarely showed up when she was in Prince Yan's Mansion, and she only glanced at Qiu Lie a few times. It was nowhere near as good as now, where she could feel the impact of the beauty in front of her so intuitively.
Hibiscus emerges from the clear water, and the beauty is charming even in such a relaxed and casual state.
The one who suffered the most blow was undoubtedly Zhang Wanyao.
In order to suppress Zhu Scarlett's limelight today, she got up to dress before dawn.
She is the grandson of Prime Minister Zhang, and her background is not inferior to that of Zhu Siyi. Empress Dowager Zhang is the daughter of her uncle. Even Zhu Siyi, her nephew, does not look like Empress Dowager Zhang when she was young.
