Chapter 133 If Line: If Yuanyuan Becomes a Concubine (24)

Hearing this, Yang Manyan was slightly startled, "This, I don't know..."

Her sister's innocent words rang in her ears, bringing her back to reality again, "If there is another talent show this year, do you think I can still participate?"

"Although I became a county lady, my last name is not Xiao. My father is now the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and has the title of Duke. Logically, I can also participate in the selection."

Yang Manyan frowned slightly, her eyes dim and unclear, "Zhenzhen, do you want to enter the East Palace?"

Yang Jingzhen blushed slightly, "If I can be chosen to be the Crown Princess, it will naturally be the icing on the cake."

In fact, she had never seen the prince himself. She simply thought that since her elder sister was now the mother of a country, she couldn't be too bad.

Although her elder sister is the Crown Prince's biological mother, the Crown Prince is a few years older than her.

Yang Manyan gently scolded her, "Chou Zhenzhen, if you become the Crown Princess, won't we sisters become mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "No, hahaha, this is too funny..."

Yang Manyan sighed slightly, took his heartless sister into his arms, and touched her face affectionately.

They are sisters and look almost 40% alike, except that the younger sister has been like a naughty monkey since she was a child and is much thinner than her.

"Zhenzhen, the emperor is willing to grant you a marriage with the King of Han. If you have a chance in the next few days, you can take a closer look. If you don't like it, I will help you reject it."

"King Han?" Yang Jingzhen rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay, but I heard that King Han is weak and has been staying at home since he came to the Nanyuan Palace. I don't know when I can see him."

Yang Manyan smiled dotingly, "It's okay, as long as you want to meet, I will help you arrange it."

Now she is the queen after all, so she can still do this little thing.

At the same time, in the study room of the front hall.

Behind the large nanmu desk, the emperor, dressed in a black dress uniform with dragon patterns, was reviewing a memorial recently submitted by the cabinet.

On the west side of the window, wisps of green smoke were curling from the gilded Boshan stove, and the refreshing and elegant scent of cedar mint gradually spread.

The emperor himself was not particular about spices and allowed his subordinates to light ambergris, which was exclusive to the emperor.

Last year, when Yang Manyan was just made a concubine, she casually mentioned that she didn't like ambergris, saying that it had an earthy smell.

After that, the emperor issued an order that ambergris was not allowed to be used in the palace. As for what kind of incense to burn, it depended on what the imperial concubine burned.

At lunchtime, the emperor suddenly asked in a deep voice: "Chang Ying, what is the queen busy with now?"

In recent months, he had mostly been handling government affairs with his little queen in his arms, and they were always intimate and cuddly. Today, he was suddenly alone here and was not used to it.

Chang Ying replied with a flattering smile: "Your Majesty, the Queen is having tea with Lady Changguo and Princess Le'an in the back hall right now."

"I heard that the Majesty was in high spirits and even had a few slices of jujube paste crisps and a bowl of white fungus and snow clam."

The emperor's eyes moved slightly, "After I finish dealing with these memorials, I will go out for a ride on horseback. I will ask the queen if she wants to go with me. I will take her on horseback."

"Well, I'll go and ask in person right away." Chang Ying responded hurriedly and trotted out of the study.

He dared not delay the matter of their Queen. If there was anything, he would rather neglect the Emperor first than neglect the Queen.

Upon hearing the news, Yang Manyan pondered for a moment.

She patted her sister's hand and said, "Zhenzhen, you and mother should go back to your place first. I will go to the enclosure with His Majesty."

This time Yang Jingzhen didn't dare to say anything more. She just looked at her elder sister a few times, seeming to want to say something more.

She had just arrived at the Nanyuan Palace yesterday, and when she came to visit her elder sister, she happened to see the emperor there.

The current emperor was much taller and more majestic than she had imagined. He was as sturdy and fierce as a military general, and he exuded the awe-inspiring power of an emperor.

She really couldn't imagine how her elder sister served the king on a daily basis. Wouldn't she be so nervous and scared that she couldn't speak?

After seeing his mother and sister off, Yang Manyan changed into specially made riding clothes and combed his long hair into a light and convenient single bun.

When she walked out of the hall, the emperor himself came over, leading a fat and strong Arabian horse.

Seeing that the horse was taller than his head, Yang Manyan was so scared that he staggered and his face turned pale.

The emperor raised his eyebrows and took her into his arms, "Don't be afraid, my daughter. This is a horse I have trained long ago."

In broad daylight, he bent down and kissed her forehead, "I wish I had ever ridden a horse before?"

"Your Majesty, I have never ridden a horse." Yang Manyan replied softly.

"That's great. I'll take you to try it today." The emperor stepped on the stirrup and mounted the horse without saying a word, and then lifted his little queen onto the horse with one hand.

"Ah--" Yang Manyan screamed in fear and hugged the man's arms tightly around her waist.

The emperor gripped the reins tightly and galloped towards the paddock not far away.

If other people saw this scene, they would probably sigh at the loving couple between the emperor and empress.

But what the truth is, only the couple themselves know.

The horses galloped, the wind rustled in my ears, and the flags planted around the paddock also fluttered in the wind.

But Yang Manyan had no mood to appreciate it. She was sitting astride the violently shaking horse's back with her feet dangling in the air, afraid that she would fall off the horse if she was not careful.

Although the man's strong arms were holding her waist tightly, she couldn't help feeling panic and fear in her heart, and her little face was as pale as paper.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty…” She was so nervous that tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m scared. Can you go slower…”