Chapter 6. She lived a life even the empresses in the palace couldn't afford...
"So beautiful!"
"What a beauty!"
Lu Xiaoqi and Song Wusao both expressed the above sentiments at the same time.
Sister-in-law Song arrived first.
She was a woman who looked to be in her forties. Her hair was neatly combed, and she wore a simple but not fancy jacket. She had a round face with a smile on her face, and her hands had calluses from being a seasoned chef.
Perhaps because she often entertained guests, Sister-in-law Song was very outgoing. She was not intimidated by Lu Xiaoqi and this unfamiliar world. She exchanged useful information with her in just a few words and accepted everything.
Looking at Lu Xiaoqi's attire and the surrounding environment, Sister Song Wu clicked her tongue in amazement, her eyes narrowing into slits with laughter: "My goodness! How did I, Sister Song Wu, encounter such a thing? Even the Emperor and the Empress probably don't have such a good opportunity as me!"
Lu Xiaoqi thought about it and imagined what would happen if she drew an emperor in a gacha game...
She shuddered, completely unable to imagine such a scene, not even her favorites—not only could they not work, but they would also have to be worshipped. Forget it, the emperor may be wonderful, but he's only good to admire from afar.
However, if Wanyan Gou is pulled out, hmph, she'll make him work like a slave, he'll never have a good time...
Thinking of this, her gossipy nature was piqued, and she secretly leaned over to ask Sister-in-law Song, "According to historical records, have you ever seen Wanyan Gou? What did he look like?"
Song Wu Sao asked in confusion: "...Wanyan Gou?"
Lu Xiaoqi coughed lightly: "It's Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song, your emperor."
I'm used to cursing people who are obsessed with looks.
Although Sister-in-law Song felt that it was too bold of her to call the Emperor by his name, something else caught her attention at the moment: "Why does Madam Lu call the Emperor Wanyan Gou? Could it be... that the Emperor is not a member of the Zhao clan? Is he of Jin blood? No wonder he tolerated the Jin Dynasty time and time again, and even executed Marshal Yue!"
Song Wu Sao's tone was full of indignation, as if she had already imagined a grand drama involving the palace and politics from Lu Xiaoqi's address!
Lu Xiaoqi was speechless: "...No, that's not what I meant..."
How come they all have such vivid imaginations?
However, it turns out that Sister-in-law Song is a proponent of war.
She asked the question, and Sister-in-law Song sighed, "I'm a native of Bianliang. I fled to Lin'an with everyone else. Never mind, let's not talk about this. Madam Lu, has Bianliang been recovered now?"
Her eyes brightened slightly.
Can she go home now? I wonder what her hometown will look like a thousand years from now?
A pang of sadness suddenly welled up in Lu Xiaoqi's heart. When Zhao Gou fled from Bianliang to Lin'an, it was most likely because of the Jingkang Incident. From then on, he could never return to his dreamlike, prosperous hometown until his death.
"It has been recovered and is now called Kaifeng, but if you want to see it, it may not be possible for the time being."
Kaifeng is more than 200 kilometers away from Qinghe City.
She was just about to comfort Sister-in-law Song, saying that she could go back and visit after upgrading to SSR, when a soft and melodious voice came from beside her: "Where is Chang'an now? And what is it called?"
“Chang’an is now called Xi’an…” Lu Xiaoqi answered subconsciously, only realizing her mistake after she finished speaking.
Turning his head, he saw a beautiful woman in palace attire appear beside him at some point.
She simply stood there, without any jewelry or ornaments, dressed in a plain linen robe, very simple, with only a simple phoenix-head jade hairpin in her thick, dark hair, but her radiant beauty seemed to add a touch of splendor to the dilapidated scene around her.
Lu Xiaoqi screamed instantly, almost cracking into a screaming chicken: "Zhao Fei... Zhao Yizhu!"
Zhao Feiyan smiled sweetly at her and bowed, saying, "Feiyan greets the fairy."
Lu Xiaoqi was dizzy and confused. Such a beautiful woman actually called her a fairy!
Hehehe.
She introduced the two women, and Song Wu Sao's eyes lit up: "This is truly Her Majesty the Empress."
She was a very famous person in history, someone even she, who hadn't received much formal education, knew.
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Feiyan stopped her, offering a slightly melancholy smile: "What empress or not, that's all in the past. Just call me Feiyan, Auntie."
She had long since grown accustomed to the name Zhao Feiyan.
Lu Xiaoqi nodded silently to herself. Thank goodness, she seemed to understand human relationships and wasn't a delicate person. It wouldn't be difficult to assign her some work in the future.
The empress is better than the emperor! Especially an empress who comes from a poor background.
After briefly explaining the situation, she took the two back to the city.
The Didi driver glanced curiously at the three of them through the rearview mirror, probably mainly looking at Zhao Feiyan. Lu Xiaoqi was just glad she had come prepared, bringing modern clothes with her, which the two of them had already changed into. Because they didn't know who would be chosen, they had brought simple, neutral long-sleeved shirts and trousers.
After Zhao Feiyan changed into baggy advertising shirts and work pants, half of her beauty was sealed away; otherwise, even the driver would have been stunned.
Song Wu Sao and Zhao Feiyan were filled with curiosity about the outside world, watching intently the whole way. However, Lu Xiaoqi had given them some instructions before leaving town, so they kept them in mind and didn't ask, though the shock on their faces betrayed their inner thoughts.
Both of them were clever; they imitated Lu Xiaoqi perfectly when unbuckling their seatbelts and opening the car door.
Once inside the elevator, Sister-in-law Song finally couldn't hold back any longer: "My goodness! How were such tall buildings constructed? Won't they collapse?"
I was shocked and a little apprehensive.
Lu Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Don't worry, it generally won't happen."
As Zhao Feiyan felt the dizziness of the elevator rapidly ascending, she sighed, "To have an experience like this, even if I were to die again in the next second, it would be worth it."
Sister-in-law Song nodded with a sense of empathy. Just now, she felt as if she were walking on cotton, as if she were in a dream. After they got into the house, Lu Xiaoqi carefully taught them basic life skills such as how to use water, the water heater, and turn on the lights. She was even more excited.
"This is truly a life of luxury that even emperors and empresses can't enjoy..."
Zhao Feiyan couldn't help but nod: "It is indeed more comfortable than in the palace."
The palace buildings were much larger and more magnificent than this place, but upon closer inspection, they were indeed not as comfortable. At this point, her anxiety finally subsided.
After her suicide, her soul drifted aimlessly until she encountered the system. The system made an agreement with her, sealing her as a card. It stated that if she was destined, she could come to a world a thousand years in the future and live again, as long as she served her summoner.
Zhao Feiyan was initially quite apprehensive, wondering what things would be like a thousand years from now, and what her summoner would be like. She feared they would be lustful people, and then she felt a pang of regret—perhaps she would have been better off wandering aimlessly through the world before.
Now, I can finally relax.
She took the initiative to ask, "I wonder if there's anything we can do to help you, Miss Xiao Qi?"
Sister-in-law Song nodded quickly.
Lu Xiaoqi was deeply moved. As expected of a woman who rose from a singer to the position of empress, she really knows how to get things done!
"Not at the moment. I'll send over some information tomorrow so you can understand the situation here first, and then we can discuss it further. By the way," Lu Xiaoqi remembered the important matter, "what are your wishes?"
These past few days, she herself has started speaking in a more refined and literary style.
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