"Your Majesty, this flower..." Gao Dezhong looked at the pots of Asterixis placed in front of him. The flower was beautiful, but in terms of exquisiteness, the Asterixis was nothing. Why did the emperor suddenly like this flower?

"I think this purple gejin flower has a unique flavor," Emperor Chengxuan reached out to touch the purple petals, which were cool and smooth, giving people a comfortable feeling, "Move these pots of flowers to Taoyu Pavilion."

Gao Dezhong lowered his head and glanced at the pots of purple peonies in full bloom. If he remembered correctly, the noble lady living in Taoyu Pavilion was just a concubine of low rank. By giving her so many pots of peonies, wouldn't the emperor be elevating Concubine Zhao's status in the palace?

If it was any other flower, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the peony is not like other things. It is said that peony represents nobility, and anything with the word "noble" in it is no longer ordinary.

The emperor has always been fond of women in the harem, and even if he dotes on them, he will never do it too much. The emperor doesn't remember what kind of person this Zhaopin is, but he remembers her clearly. Although she has been in the palace for a short time, she has offended several masters in the palace. Although she has a good appearance and skin, her temperament and character are not good, so the emperor forgot about her after turning over the cards a few times. Some days ago, when Zhaopin was still a concubine, she suffered a lot of trouble from the people in the palace. This turn of events was really beyond his expectations. Or was it that this young master Zhuang was just pretending to be reckless and brainless in the past?

But pretending to be so brainless and even being ignored by the emperor will not do her any good. But if not, how can a person change so drastically?

"Are you wondering why I gave the peony to Concubine Zhao?" Emperor Chengxuan looked at Gao Dezhong with a smile on his face, showing that he was in a good mood.

"I dare not," Gao Dezhong's forehead was covered with sweat instantly. It would be risky to pry into the emperor's mind. How could he dare to admit it?

"That's enough," Emperor Chengxuan waved his hand when he saw his expression, "Go and move the flowers to Taoyu Pavilion."

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Emperor appreciated several pots of Gejinzi in Taoyu Pavilion today." When Concubine Rou approached the palace maids, she danced to Concubine Rou's side. After she said this, she saw that Concubine Rou's face darkened.

"Did you see clearly that it was Ge Jinzi?" Concubine Rou looked at Shi Wu with cold eyes, and even her beautiful voice had a bit more murderous tone. Shi Wu lowered her head and said, "Yes, Master."

"Well, what a good Zhaopin," Concubine Rou sneered, "I gave her a warning, and she slapped me in return, and even tricked the emperor into giving her Ge Jinzi!" She used Ge Jinzi to satirize Zhaopin, just to tell her that a small Zhaopin meant nothing in the palace. She never thought that Zhaopin would dare to provoke her in this way.

She had been able to play the zither very well since she was young, and even the best zither player in the palace could not compare to her. In addition, she had a good voice and good looks. Since she entered the palace a few years ago, she had been loved by the emperor. He never expected that she would be slapped in the face by a little concubine.

"I think Concubine Zhao likes peonies," Concubine Rou said slowly, "Go and send the peony-patterned palace silk from my palace storehouse to Taoyu Pavilion. Remember, it's the one embroidered with a thousand-layered purple flower pattern, don't take the wrong one."

"Yes." Shi Wu retreated tremblingly, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuang Yuyan held her chin and watched the servants carefully moving several basins of Ge Jinzi. She leaned lazily on the soft couch, letting Tingzhu massage her legs and squinting her eyes comfortably.

"My lord, Concubine Rou of the Hele Palace has sent a piece of palace satin with a thousand-layer pattern of purple flowers," Yun Xi walked in from the outer room. Seeing that Concubine Zhao was resting with her eyes closed, she lowered her voice a lot.

"Thousands of purple?" Zhuang Luoyan opened her eyes, glanced at the palace silk in Yunxi's hand, and smiled, "This silk is a good thing, put it in the warehouse."

"Master, I'm looking at Concubine Rou..." Yun Xi frowned, looking a little embarrassed, but as a servant, she couldn't speak easily without the master's permission.

"Let her make trouble. It doesn't matter if she is Wei Zi or Ge Jin Zi. They are just a few flowers." As a woman with a normal brain, she would never really regard herself as a flower. This kind of demonstration could not touch her heart. It was just a man giving her a few pots of flowers.

Yun Xi has been increasingly unable to understand her master's thoughts recently. Facing Concubine Rou's provocation, her master did not even feel the slightest bit of resentment. And these basins of Gejinzi were bestowed by the emperor, but looking at her master's expression, she did not seem to be overjoyed.

After Yun Xi left, Zhuang Yuyan sat up and let Ting Zhu help her stand up. Turning around, she saw the green trees and red flowers outside the window. "She gave me a gift today, I should remember to repay her in the future."

Ting Zhu felt a chill down her spine. She had been in the palace for several years and had seen many methods used, but she had rarely seen anyone say such words as casually as Zhaopin did.

Her aunt who raised her once said that in the harem, the softer a woman spoke, the more terrifying she was. She looked at the faint smile on Zhao Bin's face and slowly lowered her head.

Her aunt, who had raised her, had once said that in the harem, it was better to follow a cruel master than a kindhearted and soft-hearted master. In such a place, if the master was not cruel enough, being a slave would only mean suffering together with him.

In the harem, loyal slaves will not serve two masters, and those who are not loyal slaves will not have a good end. Ting Zhu smiled. The palace is a big casino. Once you buy, you can't regret it. She made the bet.

After lunch, Feng Jin looked at the memorials on Yu's desk, some of which were greetings or auspicious omens. Finally, he put down Yu's pen, stood up, and lifted his robe, "Come here, help me change my clothes."

While waiting for the emperor to change his clothes and leave, Gao Dezhong saw that the emperor looked calm, so he said, "Your Majesty, I heard that the Music and Dance Palace has a new dance. Why don't you summon it for us to enjoy?"

"It's nothing more than piling up some novelties," Emperor Feng Jin said in silence, "Why not take a walk in this garden?"

In April, the garden is full of flowers of various colors, and butterflies are flying among them. It is a very beautiful scene. It is a pity that Emperor Chengxuan is accustomed to the scenery in the palace. In his eyes, this kind of scenery is no different from the stones on the roadside.

Passing through a pear orchard, there is a lotus pond. Because it is early April, the lotus leaves have not yet revealed their corners. Although the dead lotus has been cleared, it still gives people a sense of desolation. Feng Jin put his hands behind his back and looked at the lotus pond with a silent expression.

"Master, we can't go any further. There is a lotus pond ahead, and the flowers haven't sprouted yet."

"That's fine. The pear blossoms are really beautiful."

"This is the largest pear garden in the palace. The pear blossoms are in full bloom right now. When the wind blows, it looks like snow."

Gao Dezhong heard some whispers coming from the Pear Blossom Garden and was about to send someone to tell them to leave, but the emperor stopped. It seemed that the emperor wanted to eavesdrop.

The reason why Feng Jin stopped Gao Dezhong was not for any other reason but because he heard that the person who was speaking was Zhaopin of Taoyu Pavilion. No one in the palace liked pear blossoms just because pear blossoms contain the word "li" (leave), and few people would touch such a bad omen. So why did Zhaopin come here?

"One night the spring breeze came, and the pear blossoms bloomed on the trees," Zhuang Luyan looked up at the pure white pear blossoms, "It's so quiet here."

"Master, we can't stay here too long. The pear blossoms..." Tingzhu wanted to say that the pear blossoms had a bad meaning, but he didn't know where to start.

Zhuang Yuyan wanted to say that this man's heart had nothing to do with flowers, but she hadn't gotten so far. "Everyone in the world likes to get together and hates to be apart. I am an ordinary person, so I am no exception. But in this world, if there is a gathering, there will be a separation. It is better to cherish the time we are together than to be afraid of the separation. When we really separate, we can also reminisce when we are together. I don't want to feel uneasy when the flowers fade and people leave."

"Master..." Tingzhu felt that the master's words were somewhat sad, and couldn't help but think of the things that happened after the master entered the palace, "But, wouldn't it be better if we could be together for a long time?"

Zhuang Yuyan, who had just finished pretending to be literary, didn't want to say it directly after hearing what Tingzhu said. There were a lot of women in the harem, but there was only one emperor. How could it last forever? The most comfortable and rough life was to get a good position and enjoy food and drink in peace. However, seeing Tingzhu's serious and sympathetic expression, she felt that she still needed to continue pretending to be literary. "But stop being obsessed. I keep him in my heart. I feel sad when he leaves me and happy when he stays with me. But if he wants to leave, I will stay with him reluctantly, but it will be heartbreaking. It's better not to see or hear, and it's enough to have the memories."

There are two kinds of women in this harem, one fights for fame and fortune, the other fights for love. The latter is pitiful and pathetic, the former is pitiful and hateful. Ting Zhu carefully stepped forward and brushed away the pear blossoms on Zhuang Yuyan's shoulders, "Master, the wind is rising, let's go back."

Zhuang Yuyan also felt that she could no longer pretend. She felt sick to her stomach just by saying this, and it was hard to listen to it, so she nodded and said, "Let's go back."

People living in a prosperous society may not necessarily love what they say. But for women in ancient times, their husbands were their heaven, and if they said they cherished their husbands, they must have loved them. Zhuang Yuyan only said this, but Tingzhu heard it and kept it in his heart.

Turning around, there seemed to be a corner of bright yellow exposed in the sea of ​​flowers. Zhuang Luoyan lowered her eyelids, held Tingzhu's hand and said, "Tingzhu, what I said today is just my delusion, and just a dream of yours. Just listen to it and forget it. If you forget, I can also regard what I said as a dream. If there is no love, there is no knowledge, and if there is no knowledge, there is no pain."

"yes…"

A man will always be more compassionate to a woman who loves him. For an emperor who is in charge of the harem, the sincerity of a concubine is even more rare. Even if he does not love this woman, he will probably still value her a little. This is the weight in his heart.

Sometimes, after the body is satisfied, spiritual satisfaction is also necessary.

After leaving the Pear Blossom Garden, Zhuang Luoyan looked back at the garden. Who said that the pear blossoms were from Li? Wasn’t today’s unexpected encouragement an unexpected surprise?

"Master, please stop looking." Ting Zhu thought Zhuang Yuyan was feeling uncomfortable, and couldn't help but speak out of line.

"No problem, just take a look," Zhuang Yuyan retracted her gaze, adjusted the glazed peach blossom hairpin in the barber shop, and walked away slowly.

Beside the withered lotus pond, Gao Dezhong and his servants all knelt on the ground. Although Zhaopin was only a concubine of a low rank, she was still the master of the palace, and they, the servants, should not listen to such things.

Feng Jin concentrated for a long time before he said calmly, "Get up."

If there is no emotion, there is no knowledge. If there is no knowledge, there is no pain?