Your Majesty, please come quickly

Chapter 9
"Since Concubine Shu is so caring, why not help Zimo choose a well-behaved and sensible one." Feng Jieyu sneered, her tone mocking.

"Sister Feng was joking, Zimo is only thirteen." The smile on her lips seemed to be mocking her for being old and decrepit, and she was indiscriminate in her words.

Seeing that the emperor's face became more and more unkind during the quarrel between the two, Concubine Ruo came out with a smile to smooth things over, "Since Ziyu has no intention of having an affair with his children, it is better to let the concubine's affairs go beforehand, and appoint two side concubines to manage the mansion for him." thing."

The emperor also felt annoyed by their quarrel, so he immediately accepted Ruofei's proposal, appointed two daughters of courtiers with high official positions, and married the eldest prince as side concubines.

"I heard that the emperor wanted to choose a concubine for the eldest prince at the New Year's Eve banquet but failed." Ah Jia said with emotion, "The eldest prince is good-looking, and he is likely to be the future prince. I don't know how many girls I have been disappointed by focusing on state affairs. Heart."

"The eldest prince chilled the girl's heart, but he pitied the palace servants in Feng Jieyu's house. This year has been trembling." Xilan wrung out the clothes in her hands and threw them into a clean empty basin beside her.

Ever since the emperor wanted to choose a concubine for the eldest prince at the New Year's Eve dinner but was repeatedly rejected, it seems that he has alienated him a lot these days.Feng Jieyu intentionally asked her son to confess to the emperor, but the eldest prince was too affectionate and refused to listen to persuasion.

For this reason, the two quarreled constantly, and in the end Ling Ziyu simply avoided her and stopped going to her mother.However, he was her own son after all, Feng Jieyu was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth and could only swallow it in her own stomach.

"Come on, these things have nothing to do with us. Tomorrow is the fifteenth day. Ah Jia, your family will come to see you." Caiwei said softly, with imperceptible sadness in her tone.

Ajia's home is in a village not far from Yaojing, and it only takes more than half a day to drive to Beijing. Visiting relatives is not a luxury for her.

Ah Jia nodded, and asked again, "What about you? Is your family visiting you?"

Xilan looked lonely, "It's too far away."

Caiwei also shook her head slightly, but still refused to mention a word about her life experience.

The next day, the three of them waited at the side gate of Xihuamen early, looking towards the end of the road.

It was not until sunset that Ah Jia's mother hurried over.It was a gentle woman who was nearly forty years old, with kind eyes, and it was not difficult to hear her concern for Ah Jia from her gentle voice.

Ah Jia's mother took some of the money she handed over to her, "Zi Jia, your father's illness is much better, and it's not easy for you to be in the palace, so save some money for yourself." He took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes and a few homemade shortbreads for her, and gave her a lot of instructions, and then left reluctantly.

It was only a quarter of an hour from here to there, looking at his mother's dusty appearance, Ah Jia's eyes were reddened.The same scene has been staged countless times here. Life is not easy, forcing people to keep climbing to higher positions.

"Let's go back from the bamboo forest in the west. After all, Ah Jia is carrying things from her mother." The two also agreed with Caiwei's proposal. Although these things are not expensive, such a big bag is still too expensive. Too much swagger.

The Huanyi Bureau was already remote, and this bamboo forest was still to the west of the Huanyi Bureau, almost close to the edge of the palace.Because no one passes by here all the year round, the bamboo grows so luxuriantly that even the original path becomes faintly visible.

The fine sound of footsteps stepping on dry fallen leaves and the "rustling" sound of the breeze blowing over bamboo leaves are mixed together, which is indistinguishable.

Suddenly, Caiwei raised her hand to stop the two of them, made a silent gesture on her lips, and mouthed, "There is someone." Then she pointed to the rockery piled up in front of her.After listening carefully, there was indeed a voice of dispute coming from behind.

(End of this chapter)