Chapter 89: A Wasteful Effort
Every day at 3:30 pm, Lu Haozhi would come out of the Yangxin Palace and go to Wenyuan Pavilion to discuss matters with the Hanlin.
Right now, it is this moment.
The Yangxin Palace is right in front of the Yongshou Palace. Lu Haozhi also has to pass through this place when he comes out of the Yangxin Palace and goes to Wenyuan Pavilion.
Meng Yan smiled, with a gleam in her eyes. She didn't know whether Lin Yanrong was drawn in by the plot or had made a deliberate plan after finding out about it, but she wanted to see in which direction the plot would develop after so many changes in this life.
After all, for Lin Yanrong, this is the first spring breeze on her way to success.
"Your Majesty, since I fell ill, I have been recuperating in the palace, reading poetry and books, or doing needlework in my spare time."
Lin Yanrong replied obediently and submissively, feeling a little suspicious.
Why didn’t Meng Yan get angry?
According to the book, wasn't she always arrogant, impetuous, and overbearing? Song Xiyue had contradicted her to her face before, so she should have wished Song Xiyue dead. But why, after Shen Zhaohui went to ask for mercy, she neither heard any news of Shen's misfortune nor did she come to trouble her?
When they met, he actually chatted with her in a friendly manner.
Lin Yanrong was a little anxious. She had calculated the time accurately. If Meng Yan had already left when Lu Haozhi passed by here, wouldn't it be a waste of time?
"Your Highness, it's so hot in summer. Why don't you come sit in my palace for a while? I have the Bixue Hanqing tea that the Emperor gifted me. Drinking a cup of it in summer is the best way to quench your thirst and relieve dryness. I would like to personally serve you a cup."
Lin Yanrong smiled gently and softly.
I think you want to poison it yourself.
Meng Yan complained in her heart, but she also knew what she meant.
Bixue Hanqing tea comes from the top of the snow-capped mountains in Yunnan and Guizhou. Less than three or five kilograms are harvested each year, and all of it is sent to the imperial palace.
The Empress Dowager did not like this thing, so the Emperor had full control over it. All the prominent concubines in the palace could only get two or three taels, but Changchun Palace was the only place where half a catty or a catty of it was often kept.
It’s not that Meng Yan likes to drink it, but Lu Haozhi often goes there, so he keeps some at her place.
In the book, the Bixue Hanqing Tea was also a reason for her anger. Lin Yanrong was just a concubine, of low status, so where would she get such a thing? It must have been a reward from the emperor.
Meng Yan sneered slightly. She guessed right. Lin Yanrong was deliberately trying to provoke her.
She had no idea where this tea came from, but Lin Yanrong deliberately mentioned it, and her intention was self-evident.
Her long eyebrows relaxed, and she smiled brightly. "So Concubine Lin loves this tea. That's great! I still have a stockpile of Bixue Hanqing tea that I can't finish drinking. Since you like it, I'll have the palace maid bring some over tomorrow."
"How dare this concubine..."
"What's the big deal?" Meng Yan laughed cheerfully. "Since we've entered the palace, we're all family sisters. It's just a piece of tea, I wouldn't be so stingy. Besides, the emperor has been sending tribute tea to Changchun Palace for years, and I can't finish it all. It's not good to let it go stale."
Lin Yanrong felt very embarrassed, but Meng Yan was neither jealous nor angry. Instead, she started chatting with her about family matters, which was really beyond her expectation.
All she knew and did was based on her familiarity with the plot of the book, but since the characters in the play no longer acted in that way, she was at her wit's end.
In addition, there is endless drinking of Bixue Hanqing in Changchun Palace, a rare treasure that others can't even ask for. Meng Yan was able to give it to Chen, which shows her pride and favor.
The corners of Lin Yanrong's mouth twitched slightly, and she forced a twisted smile, jealousy burning in her heart.
This glory and Lu Haozhi's love should belong to her, and she should be the one who is envied!
"Oh, Your Majesty, look, isn't that the Imperial Concubine's procession? It's so hot, I wonder where the Imperial Concubine is going?"
Rong An followed the imperial carriage out of the Yangxin Palace and walked onto the long street. He saw Meng Yan and her group from afar and quickly pointed them out to Lu Haozhi.
In fact, there was no need for Rong An to say much. Lu Hao saw the pretty figure sitting steadily on the sedan chair at a glance and immediately gave orders.
When the emperor arrived, Meng Yan hurriedly got off the sedan chair, and then everyone knelt down and shouted "Long live the emperor".
Meng Yan lowered her eyes, looked at her nose and her heart. She was not panicked. After all, this time she did not go crazy and bully Lin Yanrong.
Lin Yanrong's eyes rolled around in her sockets, her heart in turmoil. Things had evolved to this point, and she didn't know if it would still be as written in the book?
There was total silence on the long street, not even a cough could be heard.
Meng Yan was being polite when she suddenly saw a pair of bamboo green cloud-shaped shoes stop in front of her.
Then, a hand slightly covered with calluses reached out.
"Where are you going on this hot day?"
Lu Haozhi's voice fell heavily, hitting everyone's heart.
Meng Yan helped himself to his hand and stood up, then stood aside with her head lowered. She wanted to take her hand back, but he held it tightly, and the two of them ended up holding hands.
What was he doing in public? Even in his better days, he never acted so openly and uninhibitedly.
Meng Yan quietly raised her head and glanced at him, but saw that he was looking at her, so she turned her eyes away.
"Your Majesty, I miss my sister Wang and would like to burn some incense for her."
When the late queen was alive, Meng Yan often called her "Sister Wang". When Queen Wang heard this, she would smile and narrow her eyes.
"You and her are good."
Lu Haozhi said this and squeezed her palm.
Lin Yanrong saw it and felt heartbroken. The scene at the cocktail party in the modern world seemed to come back to her.
What kind of thing is this? The leading actor and the supporting actress are being affectionate in front of her, the leading actress?!
Meng Yan smiled gently, "When I was passing Yongshou Palace, Concubine Lin stopped me. Concubine Lin was gentle and considerate. She said that the summer was hot and wanted to invite me to her palace for a rest. She also wanted to personally present me with a cup of Bixue Hanqing tea, which was given by the emperor." At this point, she raised her head and stared at Lu Haozhi, her red lips curled up, "So the emperor had already distributed tea to Concubine Lin, why didn't he tell me? I also have a lot of tea stored here, but I can't use it anyway, so I might as well bring it all to Yongshou Palace."
Isn't it just jealousy? Why not take the initiative?
Originally, she just wanted to see how this drama would play out, but since Lin Yanrong brought up the Bixue Hanqing Tea, how could she justify her efforts if she didn't make a fuss about it?
Anyway, she has looked down on Lin Yanrong's character for both of her lives. Instead of letting Lin scheme against her, she might as well disgust Lin Yanrong first.
She had already weighed the pros and cons of this situation in her mind. If Lu Haozhi was overwhelmed by the plot again, she didn't say anything anyway, so she could just think of it as being virtuous and would not suffer any loss.
If what Lin Yanrong said is not true...
Lu Haozhi rubbed her hand and scolded in a low voice, "You are talking nonsense again, how come it is useless?" After saying that, he frowned and looked at Lin Yanrong.
"Mrs. Lin, when did I ever give you tea?!"
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