Early the next morning,
With two dark circles under her eyes, Sun Miaoqing went to Jingren Palace to pay her respects to the queen.
Along the way, I met many more palace maids and eunuchs than usual. As soon as they saw her, they said earnestly, "I'm sending my regards to you, Your Majesty Cheng."
Sun Miaoqing was not stupid. Of course she knew why. She just felt that she had just been named a noble and had the favor of serving pen and ink in Yangxin Hall, so she was very proud of herself.
If she comes up with a nice word, she might be able to get some reward money when she is happy.
It is said that the palace is not only the palace of the masters, but also the palace of the slaves. Just look at the later Qing Dynasty, and there are many high-ranking people among those low-status bosses.
Apart from anything else, wasn't Qianlong's concubine Gao Jia, the concubine of Emperor Hui Xian, born in Baoyi?
Therefore, Sun Miaoqing has always been generous to these palace ladies and eunuchs. If nothing else, he just said that the palace has its ups and downs. Who knows when he will be unlucky and in trouble?
There are times when a lion needs a mouse to save him. If he saves his life now, he won't be tricked by too many people one day.
When Huanhuan was imprisoned, the food was always sour. Not to mention that she was raised by Sun Zhuhe and his wife, even in her previous life, she had never eaten sour food.
Otherwise, everyone would say that Big Fat Orange is cruel, ruthless, and ruthless.
I loved you and me a second ago, I love you so much that I can’t let go, and I am a concubine filled with joy. In the blink of an eye, because of an old piece of clothing, the white clouds in the sky turned into mud on the ground.
Seeing Jingren Palace in front of him, Sun Miaoqing shook his head. What's the use of thinking so much, if the soldiers come to block her, and the water comes and the soil covers her, I don't believe that she can really eat her alive.
Being a money-splitting boy along the way, although he didn't give much, seeing the maids and eunuchs all smiling, Sun Miaoqing felt better.
When they arrived at the gate of Jingren Palace, Xiu Xia hurriedly greeted him with a happy face, as if Sun Miaoqing had been honored by the Jin Dynasty and she was also honored.
"Your Majesty Cheng is here. This servant is here to see His Majesty Cheng."
"Why are you so thinly dressed? Although winter will not begin for a few more days, the wind blowing in the morning is already a bit cold."
"Please, noble man, hurry in and don't get frozen."
Sun Miaoqing was really not used to Xiu Xia's enthusiasm. When she thought about the Queen's work, she never started early without any benefit. No matter how favorable the treatment was on the surface, there might be a lot of right and wrong behind it.
The alarm bells are ringing in my heart, but I still have to speak politely on the face.
"Aunt Xiu Xia is so polite. It's not bad that we came all the way."
As she said this, Sun Miaoqing was about to go in with Xiuxia. Unexpectedly, her shoulder was suddenly knocked open and she almost fell to the ground. Before she could stand still, she heard the voice of the noble Fucha.
"It turns out to be Mr. Cheng. I was in a hurry to say hello to the Queen and didn't notice Mr. Cheng in front. I'm really sorry."
"Your Majesty Cheng is not injured, is he? If he is, how should he serve the emperor?"
Both Qiangwei and Suzulan glared at the noble Fucha, obviously they did it on purpose and yet they were so arrogant.
Sun Miaoqing saluted Mr. Fucha as usual, "I have met Mr. Fucha."
But halfway through, he pretended to just remember it, and said in a pretentious manner, "Look at my memory, the emperor thinks that my sister is suitable to serve. Yesterday, he informed the Sixth Palace that he would promote me as a nobleman. Please forgive me, sister Fucha, but I can't be with you." Salute."
"As for how to serve the emperor, there is no need for Sister Fucha to worry about it. Instead of worrying about me, it is better to worry about yourself."
[It has only been a few days, but this rich and noble man can no longer control his temper. He was obviously from the Fucha family, but he deserved to be frightened and driven crazy by having his good cards broken apart. 】
The noble Fucha was furious, "How dare you curse me!"
Sun Miaoqing had a puzzled look on his face. This wealthy and noble man was quite capable of criticizing others. Is this considered a curse?
"Sister Fucha said this, and my sister didn't understand. Have I ever cursed in my mouth?"
"You just clearly..."
[Just telling her to worry about herself is like cursing her. No wonder she was scared into the cold palace with just one sentence. 】
The noble Fucha paused for a moment, but she didn't speak just now...
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the chill of the late autumn morning penetrated from the neck of the noble lady Fucha into her back, causing shivers to run down her spine.
Sun Miaoqing asked deliberately, "Liuli, Linglan, you have been around all this time, have you ever heard me curse the noble Fucha?"
Liuli said, "Go back to the little master, I didn't hear you."
Linglan said, "My servant didn't hear it either. On the contrary, it was the noble Fu Cha who was very dissatisfied with the favor you received from the emperor and complained."
"you!"
Linglan raised her neck. She was still a noble person, and her young master had a title, so he was not afraid of the Fucha clan, which even the emperor had never seen before.
The noble Fucha was angry and frightened. He looked at Sun Miaoqing in fear and rushed towards Jingren Palace as if he had seen a ghost. The queen and her mother are the guardians of the world, and she has the protection of gods and Buddhas, so that all evils cannot invade her. If there is anything, it should be a tall person.
Sun Miaoqing and Xiu Xia were all looking at the back of the noble Fucha in confusion. What was the fuss about?
"Aunt Xiuxia, this is the noble Fucha?"
Xiuxia didn't know what was going on, but after lingering outside for a while, it was almost time to say goodbye. "Perhaps Mr. Fucha has something else to do? Mr. Cheng, please go in quickly. Your body of gold cannot bear the cold wind."
Sun Miaoqing nodded and walked in with Liuli and Linglan. Behind her, she heard Xiuxia turn around and order someone to serve her a cup of ginseng tea to drive away the cold.
An Lingrong and Shen Meizhuang came hand in hand. They saw this scene as soon as they arrived outside Jingren Palace. They waited until everyone left before they stood up.
An Lingrong's eyes flickered, "Sister Mei, why do I feel that something is wrong with Mr. Fucha? The way she looks at Mr. Cheng..."
Shen Meizhuang said, "If what Ling Lan said just now reaches the ears of the Emperor, I am afraid that the noble Fucha will not be able to eat it and carry it around."
"In the month since I entered the palace, only Mr. Cheng has slept with me. Although the others are also legitimate mistresses, they are still different in the end."
Although she was confident that with her talents, she would be favored by the emperor, and the road ahead would not be easy, she did not want to compete for this first share of favor.
But for a month, the emperor didn't think of her, and Shen Meizhuang became somewhat unconfident.
This is especially true for An Lingrong. Her appearance and temperament are not outstanding. The emperor did not take a fancy to her during the original palace selection.
Not to mention others, I only look at Sister Mei and Sister Huan. Their noble birth and beautiful appearance are a hundred times better than her in everything.
So she knew early on that it would not be easy to be favored, but it would only take a month, and it would not be unbearable for her.
What's more, what's to come...
She had already figured it out these days. No matter what, she could not let herself fall into such a miserable situation again.
An Lingrong saw what seemed to be Concubine Hua and her party in the distance, and said quickly, "Sister Mei, it's getting late, let's go in quickly."
Mei Zhuang nodded, "That's fine."
