Chapter 359 Painting



In the Imperial Garden, I met Ding Liangren.

Ding Liangren jumped up instinctively...

I really couldn't control myself.

Yan Nangui laughed: "What are you afraid of? Do you think I can hit you?"

Ding Liangren smiled, but it was an exceptionally awkward smile. Her maidservant quickly explained, "Your Highness, Consort Yan, our Liangren was lost in thought and didn't notice for a moment. Please forgive him, Your Highness."

"Yes, please forgive me. Go and pour me some tea." Yan Nangui said, and sat down on the stone bench.

This small pavilion is for people to rest in.

Ding Liangren composed himself and asked, "Your Majesty, are you also going out for a walk?"

“Exactly, it’s not too hot yet, so I came to see the flowers. The lotus flowers are blooming too, but I heard from the people downstairs that the water lilies planted last year have also bloomed, so I came to take a look. They are indeed quite interesting.” Yan Nangui looked at the lake, where there was a circle of water lilies planted last year.

Water lily leaves are smaller than lotus flowers, and the flowers are also small with slender petals that are very close to the water surface.

There are more colors; the water lilies here are white and purple.

Indeed, it's quite interesting.

There were many butterflies and bees above, making it look quite lively.

Yan Nangui took a sip of tea.

"Qu Meiren is pregnant, and she entered the manor after you. I remember when I first entered the manor, you favored me quite a bit, but now you seem to have lost your ambition?" Yan Nangui asked.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is incompetent..." Indeed, after entering the palace, Consort Ding seemed to have become a completely different person.

It never stood out again.

Yan Nangui glanced at her a few times and smiled: "If you have no regrets, then it doesn't matter how you live."

"I have nothing to resent. I was ignorant in the past... Now I understand that life in the palace is not so easy. If it can continue like this, I am a blessed person." Ding Liangren's realization was partly because she really couldn't get ahead.

Secondly, there was one instance where the Yingfu Palace was flooded.

Back then, Yu Shui was such a prominent palace maid.

She was slapped outside the Yaoguang Palace, but dared not utter a sound.

By observing the palace maids, one can understand the lives of their mistresses. This was evident when Consort Zhen occasionally attended banquets after she first entered the palace.

Later, she could no longer even attend those kinds of banquets.

I heard that walking is difficult these days.

Consort Zhen deserved her fate. But Consort Ding also saw in her the helplessness of some women in the harem.

How could she not want to give birth to a prince, to bring glory to her family, and to support the Ding family?

But she knew her own abilities...

Of course, I want His Majesty's favor and look forward to it, but I dare not compete for it.

The question of geese returning south was just a casual remark; once asked, it was forgotten.

So we didn't continue the conversation.

The two of them just sat together, looking at the flowers for a while and enjoying the breeze.

When the sun was about to rise higher, they all went home.

As soon as I got back, Shuanzi came to report: "Wu Shiyu in Suning Palace is not doing well."

"Drink more hot water," Yan Nangui said calmly.

She wouldn't feel guilty whether she lived or died. This was ancient times, and even in the most open-minded dynasties, such words wouldn't be tolerated.

What if His Majesty cares? What if the Empress Dowager cares?

Even her life, which was destined to return south, might not be spared.

Although Wu Baolin was unaware of Rong Ning's scheme behind it all, she must have discussed it with her maid.

At least you know what kind of dirty water you're going to be splashed with, right?

Since she is ruthless in harming others, she should bear the consequences herself.

In this era, without anti-inflammatory drugs, having all your teeth extracted will inevitably lead to inflammation.

If you can endure it, then endure it; if you can't, then die.

Shuanzi responded with a sound of agreement and then fell silent.

The imperial physician went to Suning Palace, but there was nothing he could do.

All I could tell her was to rinse her mouth with strong salt water and clean up any pus-filled areas of the wound.

As for people having a fever, all they can do is drink some medicine and endure it.

My mouth hurts so much I can't eat anything.

So when she paid her respects the next day, Consort Ye frowned and said, "Consort Yan, you were too ruthless. Imperial Censor Wu may be dead."

"Why does the Imperial Concubine sympathize with her?" Yan Nangui asked rhetorically.

"Why should I pity her! She deserved to die. But as a concubine, aren't you worried about your own ruthlessness?" This time, Consort Ye was truly asking the question from the bottom of her heart.

"I was rash, and I regret it afterwards, but I was already angry at the time and it's too late to say anything now." Yan Nangui sighed, looking very regretful.

"Alright, it was Wu's fault. Let's let this matter rest." The Empress waved her hand.

"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager instructed that a theatrical performance be held at Qianqiu Tower the day after tomorrow. The Empress Dowager and His Majesty have also been invited, along with the women of the harem. Several members of the imperial family will also be attending. The performance will last all day," the Empress said.

"That's great news. It's been years since I've seen a play," Yan Nangui said with a smile.

"Yes, it's going to be quite a spectacle," Consort Mu said with a smile.

Everyone was looking forward to it, since this kind of entertainment doesn't happen often.

I quite like "Wild Geese Returning South." The way the singer sings, with its distinctive, melodious voice, is quite interesting if you listen attentively.

After returning, Jiang Xiang and the others prepared clothes.

A whole day of filming would require changing clothes at least three times.

"You don't need to worry about this too much. Just check carefully and make sure no one smuggles anything in here. With so many people around, things could easily go wrong," Yan Nangui said.

"Your Majesty, are you referring to... the unborn children of Consort Luo and Consort Qu?" Chanyi asked.

"Well, maybe no one will make a move. Who knows? Anyway, it's better to be careful. I don't care who harms whom. Whether the wolf eats the sheep or the sheep eats the wolf is fine. But the bloodshed can't be brought here," Yan Nangui said.

"Yes, we will be careful. We will not make any mistakes," the servants replied hastily.

Be careful when geese fly south; be careful everywhere.

At times like these, the two pregnant women would not dare not show up.

After all, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager are both here. Even if they are pregnant, how could they not show their true colors?

It's not like there aren't children in the palace.

Naturally, they need to be even more careful.

Behind the scenes, someone naturally wanted to take action. In the harem, having a child meant having someone to rely on.

Sometimes, you can get up by relying on your child.

If something blocks someone's way, it should naturally be cleared away.

That night, His Majesty rested in the Empress's palace, and having heard all the news, he could only sleep listlessly.

After finishing his painting, Yan Nangui went to sleep.

Today's drawing is of Shuanzi.

She loves to draw people, and she draws whoever comes to mind. Many of the people here have been drawn by her.

Bai Wei and the others tidied up the study, rolled up the dried paintings, put them in boxes, and stored them in a large trunk.

The box is already more than half full.

"Your Majesty's painting skills are truly excellent. I've heard that Cheng Xiaoyi is also very good at painting. I wonder how she is?" Wu Mei asked.

“I haven’t seen it either, but I imagine it must be quite good. In the harem, the one skilled in painting is our Lady Xia, and now there’s Consort Cheng as well,” Bai Wei said.

"I've heard that Consort Xiangxian is also skilled at it, but she doesn't paint often."

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