Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 761 Lost in the fire scene, registered as the imperial concubine (4)
Thinking about it this way, some palace people didn't dare to say more, lest they be caught by the femme fatale.

When Chu Xia brought the words back, Qingxue and Zhenzhu Liu raised their eyebrows and reprimanded: "Tell me who dares to say it again after hearing it, and don't tear her mouth!"

Yun Wanqin didn't care, her eyes rolled, she smiled a little, and comforted the few people: "Look at the old dynasties, those slightly famous women in the harem, who hasn't been said anything bad? Those old people who wrote history Peddics, don’t they all try to bury these women? It doesn’t matter if they are scolded, they still live a comfortable and happy life and are blessed, and they have never seen a piece of meat being scolded. Femme heart? It’s good, it’s best Seeing that there is a more ruthless person in the harem, don't think about it."

The second half of the sentence is a real one, and several people feel relieved.

As the imperial concubine approached, the palace became busy. The remains of Han's mother and daughter were buried in the royal cemetery, and Han's posthumous title was given as Huizhenmin Chunxian concubine, so as to calm the Han family's mourning daughter.

Afterwards, the misfortune of Xianju Palace gradually disappeared, and no one cared about it anymore.

The concubine registration ceremony is held on the morning of the auspicious day of the eighth day in Huagai Hall.

The status of the imperial concubine is only inferior to that of the latter. Many dynasties even called the imperial concubine the vice queen or the empress of the West Palace. Except for the title, the rest are like Zhong Gongyi, that is to say, the treatment they enjoy is similar to that of the empress. The same one.

What's more important is that many concubines will be promoted to imperial concubine first before being promoted to empress, and then be promoted to empress. Therefore, the imperial concubine's will will be registered, and everyone in the palace and court will know that this imperial concubine It's just a springboard, the emperor finally wants to promote Yun to be the Empress of Xuan.

The weather is fine, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The sedan chair for the emperor and concubine is waiting outside the Yaotai Pavilion. The silver and fragrant round treasure cover is hung, and the four corners are carved with gold and copper flying phoenixes.

"Why does this slave feel like serving the master out of the pavilion again?" Chu Xia helped Yun Wanqin out, whispering with a smile.

Yun Wanqin also felt more nervous than when she was newly married. When she was newly married in the palace, at least she had gone through a similar process in her previous life, but it was the first time she had experienced the ceremony in the palace.

When they arrived at the Huagai Palace, Xiahou Shiting had already been in the imperial palace and was waiting for the visitor on the altar.

With a sound, Yun Wanqin was helped into the hall, felt the solemn atmosphere in the hall, and looked towards the people seated through the head curtain.

He straddles the Panlong golden silk chair, and today he is wearing a concubine's leather uniform, a red crimson gauze robe, golden red knees, and a white jade leather belt around his waist. Looking over, the eyes are as benevolent as stars, but they are serious.

So it turned out that he looked like this in the court?

It's okay if you don't look at him, but you're even more nervous when you look at him!

She plucked up her courage, lifted her Yunxia embroidered boots with peony beads, and according to the etiquette, went forward alone, walked to the central axis facing the throne, and knelt down.

Kneeling, she felt that her knees were soft and thick. She touched it lightly, and the underside of the blanket bulged a little, as if something had been padded in advance. She glanced at it and immediately understood.

The concubine's ceremony was lengthy, and the kneeling time was not short, he had already arranged it.

The person of His Majesty Dan, dressed in a red robe and a red skirt, descended into the hall like a delicate and auspicious cloud. Behind the bead curtain, a delicate and beautiful face of Yu Wuxia was faintly visible, but Xiahou Shiting's handsome brows had already stretched out, and he ordered to declare system.

At this time, the successor officials came out and declared on behalf of the emperor: "The Yun family in Yaotai Pavilion, Minhui has long been accomplished, respectful and modest, Lan Dian Chengfen, hereby accepts the order to be the emperor and noble concubine, and orders the Qing to perform the ceremony."

On both sides, the ceremonial officials and palace people saluted at their seats one after another, and then the ceremonial officials bestowed treasures on the imperial concubine. They came and went, and it was almost noon before the whole ceremony was over.

If it weren't for the easy kneeling of this deeply hidden man, his knees would have been sore for several days.

It was so easy, with a command, Ce Feiyi finally broke up.

The imperial concubine was newly chosen to live in Fuqing Palace, even if Xiao Yuanxiao cried her throat out this time, it was useless, she could only say goodbye to her hometown.

On the way back to Fuqing Palace in a sedan chair from Huagai Palace, the sedan chair turned around and walked towards the Imperial Garden, and did not stop until Chengtian Lake.

Yun Wanqin was not surprised either, it must have been his idea, and sure enough, when she got off the sedan chair, she saw a two-storey treasure boat moored in the middle of the lake.

Although it was far away, it could be clearly seen that Baofang was tied with red ribbons from top to bottom, and the window lattices were pasted with red window paper.

Qi Huai'en had already rolled to the shore in a small boat, and said with a smile: "Please come on board, Madam."

Yun Wanqin hadn't removed her clothes yet, and was very tired: "The third master is on top? How about I go back and change..."

"It's okay, ma'am, the emperor said, you have to take it off." Qi Huai'en said with a smile.

Yun Guan's face burned, so he could only go there first with his heavy armor.

As the boat rolled past, the sky was getting darker, the crescent moon was half exposed, and the stars were gradually coming out.

The bed was on the deck, but it was very quiet, no one was there, the room on the first floor was empty, Yun Wanqin walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor of Baofang is open-air and open, only four sides are surrounded by rails. It is mostly cool season on weekdays. The nobles in the palace are enjoying the wind, swimming in the lake and drinking wine on the top floor, but at the moment it is brightly red, dressed in the same way as the bottom.

However, this time it was not ribbons or window paper, but roses from the Western Regions all over the floor, fresh, tender, plump, and seemed to have been washed after they were picked off.

The man lay in the middle, with his slender arms pillowed behind his head, and he took off the clothes that were so majestic and suffocating. The smile in his eyes was like the stars gradually emerging in the sky: "My imperial concubine is here?"

She was laid-back and laid-back, completely different from the person who just conferred the concubine Baoji in the Huagai Palace.

She took off the crown, walked a few steps forward, and fell into the trap of the petals. With one step, the fragrance of the petals diffused once, and when she reached the middle, her whole body seemed to have rolled in the fragrant flowers.

The petals under his body are thick and soft, I don't know how many he has asked people to collect, they are actually more comfortable than a high bed and a soft couch.

He just said it casually once, but every time he took the roses of Xiyang as surprises.

Fortunately, I didn't say it was gold and silver last time, so now I'm sleeping on the sea of ​​gold and silver, and my bones are broken?Yun Wanqin laughed, but felt that the hand of the person beside her who was not flexible at all slipped and held her hand.

"Qin'er, we can finally lie together like this."

His voice was not loud, and his face was calm and profound, facing the ever-growing night sky above his head.

She retracted her pointed fingers and clasped his fingers tightly.

"I want you to tell me yourself that you married me again." His voice was flat, but with a little pride and pride.

Facing the star-moon sky, she laughed at his childishness: "I'm married to you again."

(End of this chapter)