Huan Yue was in a very good mood after driving that scoundrel away.
With that scoundrel here, and having to constantly think about him, no one feels comfortable.
Just like a favored concubine, she might not want the emperor to be around all the time. It's too tiring when he's around; he only needs to appear when needed.
Who isn't someone who uses something and then throws it away?
Huan Yue finished his meal and went to his study.
It's quite early. But those scoundrels have already gone to court.
Working from sunrise to sunset, this is the perfect time to get things done.
In the study, the maid had already prepared the ink.
Huan Yue felt quite comfortable. The brush, ink, paper and inkstone were all prepared. He could sit down to write when he wanted to, and get up when he didn't want to.
Although some effort is required, it's uncertain whether that effort will be effective.
But Huan Yue is essential.
Have the maid bring in a brazier.
This shouldn't be in the study, but the maid brought it over anyway and placed it in the safest spot, along with a basin of water next to it.
Although the fire could be completely extinguished by dousing it with water, the water was used to wash hands.
Huan Yue glanced at her, and since the maid was doing a good job, she didn't say anything more and focused on practicing her calligraphy.
The fake heiress was famous throughout Sheng'an because she was both talented and beautiful.
In terms of talent, the Pei family forbade her to practice the zither, but she was gifted, and her "flying white" calligraphy was exceptional. There was a saying that no woman could surpass her.
Or rather, this was the facade of a fake heiress that opened the door to the Eastern Palace for her.
But Huan Yue wouldn't. When he picked up a pen, his muscle memory was basically gone.
Her body must have undergone significant changes, such as divine power; even a slight change could have potential consequences.
Huan Yue wrote something that was utterly worthless, so a brazier was needed to keep it a secret.
Although I had the brains to come up with this all-purpose excuse.
But sometimes you still need real skill to preserve your reputation.
She patiently practiced a few times, and the memory in her mind was awakened.
For example, she has never practiced the Flying White technique, but the fake heiress has, which makes things easier for her.
Otherwise, I'm really worried. He doesn't have the talent for medicine, nor the talent for calligraphy. Besides, it's not easy to develop good handwriting.
Those fake heiresses have all been beaten up a lot to become that kind of person. After all, she's only a teenager.
Calligraphy and painting are inseparable; even a fake heiress's paintings can be presented presentably.
Therefore, Huan Yue practiced patiently, so that he wouldn't lose face if he were ever called upon to practice.
She is very patient.
Treat this like a practice test; since you have the memory, you should be able to get a good score. Failing the college entrance exam once is enough.
Perhaps one day we'll let her take the college entrance exam again, and she must become the top scorer.
The cat watched as her master's handwriting improved. She couldn't understand the flying white strokes, but she felt they were quite beautiful.
After her mistress finished writing one page, she quickly reminded her, "Take a break. Practice again tomorrow."
Huan Yue looked up outside. It seemed to be getting late. A warm breeze blew in from outside.
That's how spring is; it gets hot as soon as the sun comes out, and summer will arrive in a while.
Cuizhu came in to serve her master, and said with a smile, "The peonies are about to bloom."
A young palace maid called out from outside, "Your Majesty, the Empress has sent four palace maids, and Consort Di has accepted them."
Huan Yue was taken aback. Dong Shi was really shameless. She said, "Call the people over to do the work."
The young palace maid was pleased, but then asked, "What if they don't come?"
Huan Yue finished tidying up and came out, saying coldly, "The people in the Eastern Palace are disobedient? Then don't even think about the elm seed rice for lunch."
Okay, a few of you will go together to bring people along.
What about what Empress Dong bestowed upon Consort Di? The Empress herself has the final say.
When the weather was nice, Huan Yue carried a chair and sat under the ginkgo tree, saying to Si Zhuan, "Let's eat outside when the weather is nice. If you're worried about dust, you can build a canopy on top, make it into a big umbrella or a thatched pavilion, it doesn't matter."
Yu Yan came over and said, "The thatched pavilion is inconvenient to move. What does the large umbrella look like?"
Huan Yue said, "If the umbrella canopy is made bigger, it can be made so big that a hole can be cut out in the middle of the table to hold the umbrella handle. However, if the umbrella canopy is made of grass, it will still be a grass pavilion, and we won't worry about it being too heavy to move."
Yu Yan remained silent. The Empress seemed quite looking forward to doing heavy work.
Xiuyun smiled and said, "Just make a shed out of cloth when the weather is sunny."
Huan Yue nodded. It's like a barrier; the vertical ones were changed to horizontal ones and placed on top of the head.
This request is not complicated and can be fully satisfied by Your Majesty.
Yu Yan was considering that the Empress would need to lie under the tree, so he decided to make the shed look nicer and larger.
Maybe His Highness will come and lie down with the Empress. Don't wait for His Highness to ask for it.
Yu Yan felt that His Highness was having a tough time. He asked for a bowl, but the Empress wouldn't give it to him.
The eunuch returned.
Huan Yue looked at them and thought, "Di Baose and the four palace maids are so capable, why aren't they coming?"
The palace official said, "Consort Di says she is ill."
Huan Yue scoffed, "Once you get here, Senior Advisor, you'll know what to do. Are you still kneeling?"
The palace official said, "He is ill."
Huan Yue was ruthless: "Drag Di Baose and the palace maids here together."
Okay.
Even if she's genuinely sick this time, Di Baose won't be able to escape. Does she think she can just use an excuse?
Besides, which servant hasn't worked while sick? Only Di Baose is so delicate, yet she still got involved with Empress Dong, without even finding it uncomfortable.
Huan Yue was eating inside when Di Baose came over noisily outside.
Everyone knows that if they don't disturb the Empress's meal, they will force Di Baose and four palace maids to kneel outside.
"Pei Huanyue, I'm not done with you yet!" Di Baose said fiercely.
Xiuyun was serving the Empress while secretly thinking, "Isn't this a sign that she's recovered?"
It's good that she has a strong voice; Your Majesty's trick works quite well.
Even if she was angered by the Empress, she could just wilted later and be accused of faking illness. So what if the imperial physician could tell?
Didn't the Imperial Medical Academy involve the Empress Dowager? It wouldn't have mattered much to the Empress Dowager.
Huan Yue ate the rouge-colored goose breast, and as long as Di Baose was kneeling, it wouldn't affect her.
Braised seafood with bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms is truly delicious.
The palace maid noticed that she had a good appetite and could eat two extra bowls of rice in a short time.
Today, everyone in the Eastern Palace is eating elm seeds, and Huan Yue's elm seed rice has also arrived.
The cat whispered to itself, "Elm seeds are quite delicious."
Huan Yue asked, "You've never eaten this before?"
without.
Huan Yue said, "With these twenty-odd old trees, we'll have plenty to eat every year."
Xiuyun wanted to ask, "How many years does Your Majesty plan to stay in the Eastern Palace?" Of course, she couldn't ask such a question.
Huan Yue blinked. "Isn't the Crown Prince's Palace wonderful?"
Xiuyun smiled, pursing her lips.
There are ginkgo trees outside the window, elm trees outside the palace, and some more in the back garden.
You can grow your own food even if you don't eat it from the backyard.
Huan Yue felt he had eaten enough elm seeds today and was going to ask Di Baose to eat some.
She certainly wouldn't eat properly, but we'd see if she'd eat when she was starving.
Huan Yue came out, it wasn't lunchtime yet, and he watched Di Baose digest her food.
Di Baose looked up at her, filled with rage!
Huan Yue poked her with one finger: "Is your brain even the size of a soybean?" He pinched her ear, "Can't you even understand human speech? What's the point of having ears?"
Di Baose screamed in agony.
Huan Yue released his grip, forgetting her divine strength; this blow could probably rip Di Baose's ear and scalp off.
It's like eating a whole chicken; tearing off one piece will bring the rest down with it.
The four palace maids were trembling with fear.
Lady Pei really didn't say anything else to them.
Moreover, she could still bring herself to harm Di Baose even after he was in such a terrible state.
My life is over.
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