Chapter 242: The Evil Concubine of a Generation (16)
When everyone thought that Emperor Ping had treated Gao Shurong well enough by dismissing the three thousand beauties from the harem and accompanying the emperor, the limit was refreshed again.
Emperor Ping not only promoted Gao Shurong to Imperial Noble Concubine with an imperial edict, but also sent all the good things in the world to the Wei Rui Palace like water. When
one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit. Concubine Gao's mother's family also benefited. Old Lady Gao was promoted to the honorary first-class imperial concubine.
When Qin Shuangshuang learned that Gao Shiyi became an imperial concubine in the Chaoyang Palace, she immediately smashed her favorite vase.
"Why, why can this little maid who replaced my identity and entered the palace have such a blessing?!"
She was very unwilling, especially unwilling!
Her identity as Princess Zhaoyang was still impressive, but those imperial concubines could bully her. If she was still the daughter of the Gao family, if she had honestly entered the harem, then wouldn't Gao Shiyi have everything he has now?
The little maid was worried that she would get hurt, so she boldly approached her, but she was thrown away by the madness, and she fell on the broken porcelain. She wanted to cry but couldn't, so she knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"You dare to beg for mercy and confess your sins. You broke my favorite vase. You can't afford to pay for it in your whole life, you bitch." Qin Shuangshuang stood there coldly, but her eyes pierced the kneeling maid like a hard thorn. When
Prince Zhaoyang heard the sound and walked in, he saw the broken vase fragments on the ground, his ferocious bride, and the maid who was crying and begging for mercy.
Needless to say, he also knew that it was his bride who broke the vase.
Because in the entire Chaoyang Palace, no one dared to touch her things.
In the past, he only thought that she was spoiled and willful, but in fact she was pitiful and lovely, but now that he has been in contact with her more and more, he found that he might be wrong.
He was essentially a warrior, so he didn't care about the food, clothing and expenses in the courtyard, as long as they were passable. But his new wife wanted to do everything like the harem. The budget of the palace was limited. How could it be enough to support a bunch of idle people and pursue the ultimate in food and clothing? If it weren't for the support of the Chaoyang Palace, the family would have been in trouble. In addition, he was always kind to his servants, but his wife would beat and scold them at will, just like treating them as animals.
Prince Zhaoyang left without listening to his new wife's excuses. He was depressed and the first person he thought of was his brother Shengping in the palace.
It was rare for Emperor Ping to see such depression on his face, so he asked Eunuch Cai to dig out the apricot blossom wine from the cellar, and he and him held a jar each, leaning against the pomegranate tree in the imperial garden, chatting one sentence at a time. As they chatted, Prince Zhaoyang got drunk, and his inner thoughts came out like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
Emperor Ping shook the half-jar of apricot blossom wine in his hand, his eyes far away. He had never thought that Wei Zhao's wife would be such a "character". Fortunately, she didn't enter his harem, otherwise the drunk person now would not be Wei Zhao.
The apricot blossom wine was fragrant, but the aftereffect was very strong. Prince Zhaoyang didn't wake up until midnight.
He opened his eyes, but what he saw was not everything he was familiar with. Under the flickering candlelight, all the decorations he saw were decorated with dragon patterns. Here... here...
"Are you awake?" It was the voice of Emperor Ping behind him.
His brain was hit by a stick and he woke up instantly.
"My humble servant... My humble servant... I don't know how I slept on the dragon bed..." Prince Zhaoyang was sweating profusely, his brain was like a blackout, he could only react now, fearing that Emperor Ping would punish him.
It turned out that he was still afraid of himself. Emperor Ping sighed in his heart, but his movements were very natural. He patted Prince Zhaoyang on the shoulder and asked him to turn around and look at him.
"Wei Zhao, in your heart, is Brother Shengping such a terrible person?"
Prince Zhaoyang knew that he was still sleeping on the dragon bed, but he gradually calmed down because of Emperor Ping's words. He shook his head timidly.
He started to be afraid because of the difference between the emperor and his subjects. Besides, how could anyone snore beside the emperor's bed? But the "Brother Shengping" that Emperor Ping called himself made him feel that they were still two children who had recovered from injuries together when they were young.
"My dear Wei Zhao, isn't this dragon bed more comfortable to sleep on than the bed in your house?" Emperor Ping intended to ease the atmosphere. Prince
Zhaoyang felt himself carefully. The cold and hard bed was not as good as the straw bed he casually spread when he was marching. Everyone wants to be an emperor, but the dragon bed the emperor sleeps on is not as comfortable as that of ordinary people. He didn't know if this was ironic.
In order to answer Emperor Ping's question, he shook his head gently.
"My dragon bed is not easy to sleep on, and Wei Zhao's family affairs are also difficult to manage."
Emperor Ping's words finally made Prince Zhaoyang's mind clear.
He came to Brother Shengping to confide in his depressed mood and was placed on the dragon bed because he was drunk in the palace.
His brother Shengping had no defense against him at all. It was he who was not frank enough.
The relaxed Prince Zhaoyang and Emperor Ping continued to chat in the moonlight. Before they knew it, the moon had sunk, and neither of them felt sleepy.
For Prince Zhaoyang, this was the most comfortable night he had spent with Emperor Ping since he was ten years old.
Later, whenever someone with good intentions urged him to compete for that position, he would tell them seriously that the dragon bed was not easy to sleep on.
In fact, he felt that the reason he couldn't fall asleep that night was because the dragon bed was not easy to sleep on.
Wei Zhao came to his palace because of family affairs, and Emperor Ping naturally couldn't sit idly by, but he wanted to deliberately embarrass his beloved concubine, so he handed the matter over to her to deal with.
Shi Yi thought of how Madam Gao had submitted several documents to visit her in the palace, and it was just right for her to bring Qin Shuangshuang in this time.
Qin Shuangshuang followed Madam Gao and was led by the eunuch to the gate of Weirui Palace, just in time to see Emperor Ping coming out. She bravely glanced at him, but couldn't tell the expression on his face, which seemed like suppressed anger or morbid satisfaction. Old Lady Gao was afraid that she would offend Emperor Ping, so she pulled her to kneel on the ground. She waited until Emperor Ping disappeared before she stood up under the guidance of the eunuch.
Old Lady Gao and Qin Shuangshuang walked into the hall and found that there was no palace servant serving them. They waited for a long time before Shi Yi, who was forcing a smile, came.
The three of them exchanged greetings, and Shi Yi wanted to let them leave. Shouldn't the imperial concubine, who was doted on by Emperor Ping, show off in various ways when she saw them? Why did her face show uncontrollable fatigue and sadness?
Qin Shuangshuang felt that something was wrong with her, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, until she saw her arm accidentally exposed. The hideous red marks on it made her scream out.
"Shh, don't talk, don't talk." Shi Yi covered her mouth even more nervously than she was.
(End of this chapter)
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