After Ma Shanggong returned, he first changed out of his clothes that were wet by the rain.
In order to coax Hu Gongren to drink, she also drank a few drinks.
The wine was indeed a good old wine with great staying power, so she was a little dizzy now, and her heart was not as clear as usual.
Ma Shanggong asked the little palace maid who was serving her to make a pot of strong tea.
She leaned there motionless, closed her eyes and rested, thinking quickly in her mind.
This was very different from what she had thought.
After Fang Shanggong became successful again, it was not that no one discussed her past affairs.
Of course, they were all secretly discussed.
It is said that after Fang Shanggong entered the palace, he first worked in the needlework bureau.
Later, because of his outstanding craftsmanship, Concubine He was favored and asked the needlework bureau to hire someone, and she served beside Concubine He.
Concubine He had been pregnant, but she had a miscarriage and her body was seriously injured, and it took some time to recover.
Fang Shanggong and the others were regarded as people who did not serve their master well.
As soon as Concubine He died, they were scattered.
Many people have not survived until now.
Fang Shanggong is still doing well.
He saved his life and returned to the needlework bureau to dawdle.
Now that he has climbed the big tree of imperial concubine, he is once again prominent.
Everyone said this, and Ma Shanggong never doubted it.
But although Hu Gongren was drunk, he said the words twice.
That shouldn't be wrong.
What's going on?
Concubine He needed caring hands when she was pregnant.
Why wasn't Fang Shanggong with her at that time?
Where was she at that time?
If Concubine He was pregnant, and she didn't stay close to her before and after her miscarriage, then what kind of taboo was she violating and being drugged?
The little palace maid quietly brought the tea in, and Ma Shanggong didn't care about burning it.
He only felt like there was a fire burning in his chest, and his mouth and throat were thirsty.
He lifted the pot to the spout and drank happily.
After drinking the hot tea, I broke out in sweat even on such a rainy day.
After sweating, my heart became clearer.
Ma Shanggong's heart became brighter and brighter.
Counting this way, it took a year from the time when Taifei He was pregnant to the time when Taifei He died and the Hu palace people left Fengcaixuan.
No one knew where Fang Shanggong had gone.
There are many people who disappeared without any reason in the palace, especially the beauties in the late emperor's harem.
This is not an ordinary disorder.
Ma Shanggong couldn't even count how many times he had seen ridiculous and shocking things.
There was a little palace maid whom Ma Shanggong knew.
Because the emperor glanced at her, she was found dead in a rockery cave the next day.
Why was Fang Shanggong missing for a year?
No, it was not unusual for a few people to die in the palace.
What was strange was that she survived after being given medicine.
This man is really lucky.
What happened to her shouldn't be ordinary.
Ma Shanggong suddenly felt a little flustered.
She couldn't explain why, but she just felt her heart beating very fast.
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Ma Shanggong couldn't sit still and walked around the room several times, clutching his chest.
As I kept walking, I felt less confused.
Slowly, she figured out something.
It seemed that it would be impossible to use Concubine He's miscarriage to win over Shang Gong.
A few rumors alone cannot shake her position, but if you look for real evidence, the truth is completely inconsistent with what you know in advance.
If he wanted to make a fuss about the year when Fang Shanggong disappeared for no reason, Ma Shanggong just thought about it and quickly drove that thought out of his mind.
Although she didn't know what it was, it was certainly not a trivial matter.
It is not easy to investigate further, it takes too long.
The second is that Fang Shanggong is not an ordinary person right now.
Ma Shanggong wants to investigate her affairs, but he is afraid that he hasn't done much research yet because people have already gotten the news.
If Fang Shanggong takes action at that time, I'm afraid he will just be someone else's dish.
Stew as much as you want.
It's too dangerous.
Ma Shanggong wants to climb up the ladder, wants to be in power, wants money, and wants glory.
But she also knew that she was not a vegetarian, and even a vegetarian would not be able to sit on the chair today.
It's more important to save your own life first.
But she talked too much with Concubine Jin.
Concubine Jin called her several times a day and asked her how things were going.
Ma Shanggong's mouth felt bitter, so he had to talk to her first.
You have to find a way to distract Concubine Jin, and don't let her stare at her all the time, otherwise Ma Shanggong's life will be very difficult.
Fortunately, this reason is ready-made and can be used easily.
"Your Majesty, Longevity" Concubine Jin didn't cheer up even after hearing this: "Didn't the Emperor already say that it won't be done this year?"
Concubine Jin also felt that this matter was quite frustrating.
Last year there was a rebellion, and this year there was a big scandal, and even the scene of her becoming a concubine was not as grand as it should be.
I originally thought that this year would be better, but there was another flood.
New clothes can't be made, and new jewelry can't be made.
In addition, it has been raining these days, and Princess Yubing has taken medicine again.
Shoukang Palace is lifeless inside and outside.
Concubine Jin sometimes feels bored sitting in the room.
Out of breath.
"Oh my dear, the emperor said not to do it.
That is because the emperor is considerate of the people.
But the people in the palace can't take it seriously and have no expression.
The emperor said not to do it because the emperor is benevolent and wise, but the empress and princess also have to do it.
Expressing one's feelings is the virtue of an empress and the filial piety of a princess."
Concubine Jin was reminded by her words, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right.
Although it's not easy, we still have to express our sincerity."
So Concubine Jin's thoughts turned to preparing for the holy birthday ceremony and taking care of Princess Yubing, and Ma Shanggong quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
But Concubine Jin was in trouble again about the birthday gift.
The birthday gift should not be too expensive.
Since it is not a big event, it is not appropriate to give expensive birthday gifts.
But not too shabby either.
Concubine Jin was undecided after much thought.
Ma Shanggong came up with the idea and asked her to make something for the emperor.
Concubine Jin thought this was a good idea, but what to do?
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Make a dress, embroider a belt, and make a purse and sachet Concubine Jin’s place is easy to handle, but what about Princess Yubing?
It is said that Princess Yuyao can write longevity words to the emperor as a birthday gift, but Princess Yubin is still young and cannot write, let alone needle and thread.
It would be easy to prepare something for her, but it cannot be prepared by others.
It's the princess's wish.
Concubine Jin herself is not as good as the noble concubine, but she is never willing to admit that her daughter is not as good as Princess Yuyao.
The general office must think of a way to make her daughter shine in front of the emperor.
I don’t know if Xie Ning’s prayer is really effective.
The day before the emperor’s birthday, the sky cleared up, and it became very clear all of a sudden.
The sun was shining brightly during the day, and the stone roads and soil soaked by the rain were covered by the sun.
Once exposed to the sun, it emits a somewhat fishy smell.
But the sunny weather is a good thing after all.
Fang Shanggong directed everyone to take out all the things that Yong'an Palace could take out to dry.
Not only the clothing materials and bedding, but also some books in the study must be dried.
During the day, the sun makes the outside look like a white field, which is dazzling everywhere.
At night, the sky is full of stars, crystal clear and bright.
Xie Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I guess the emperor can relax a little bit.
Fang Shanggong broke out into sweat when he was not busy for a long time.
Xie Ning saw it through the window and asked Qingmei to go out and asked Fang Shanggong to come into the palace.
When Fang Shanggong came in, Xie Ning smiled and asked her to sit down, and asked Xia Hong to bring Fang Shanggong a cup of tea.
The tea is warm.
Ice is not allowed in Yong'an Palace now, and Xie Ning doesn't even have a cup of herbal tea here.
Fang Shanggong can't eat cold food either, she is in poor health.
"Sit down and have a rest.
Someone will take care of those things."
Xie Ning smiled and took out the needlework he had made: "Look, is this okay for me?"
Before Fang Shanggong even looked at it, he praised it: "Master made it, the emperor must like it."
Then he unfolded the sweatshirt in his hand and looked at it.
It can be said that the imperial concubine's needlework is much better than before, and cannot be compared with those who rely solely on craftsmanship to make a living, but the stitches are fine and even, which is already very rare.
"Master is getting heavier day by day, so we should do less of these tasks.
It's too tiring for our eyes and mind."
Xie Ning responded with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry to make it.
It's just a sweatshirt with no embroidery and no trimming.
I've only been working on it for half a month."
Fang Shanggong thought that the emperor would definitely like it and would wear it often this summer.
The emperor's love for the imperial concubine is getting deeper and deeper.
Fang Shanggong is a bystander.
It's not easy for the emperor.
He is busy with government affairs and feels tired most of the day, so he comes to Yong'an Palace to take a rest.
Look at the imperial concubine, look at the children, eat a delicious and comfortable meal, and then have a good sleep.
Fang Shanggong talked to Xie Ning.
Xie Ning asked how the emperor celebrated his birthdays in the past.
Fang Shanggong thought for a while: "Before the emperor left the palace and opened his palace, the late emperor and the queen mother would give some gifts on his birthday, which should be the same every year.
They would also give some dishes.
The emperor also had a few worthy companions in the clan at that time.
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Let’s sit together.
The slaves don’t serve their masters at that time and they don’t know much.”
This is called not knowing much.
Xie Ning felt that Fang Shanggong knew quite a lot.
But thinking about it this way, Xie Ning felt that those years as emperor were not easy either.
Even if the late emperor and the empress dowager rewarded things on time, they could not speak of their intentions, because even Fang Shanggong said that the rewards were the same every year, and it was just a formality.
The late emperor's thoughts were all on those charming beauties, but as for the queen mother, she probably only cared about her own daughter.
Xie Ning was thinking about what to prepare for the dining room tomorrow.
It would be different from usual and not too extravagant.
She had an idea in mind, but couldn't make up her mind.
"I think I will make the longevity noodles myself."
Fang Shanggong was slightly startled: "Master knows how to cook."
"I know a little, but I don't do well."
Xie Ning said, "I learned a little at home, but I haven't done it for a long time."
Fang Shanggong was a little worried: "Don't tire yourself out, your body is tighter than anything else right now."
"I know, I know it well."
Xie Ning thought this was a good idea.
She wanted to make a bowl of longevity noodles for the emperor, even if it wasn't that delicious.
"Then you can't go to the stove or a place like the dining room."
Fang Shanggong quickly made a decision: "Let the people in the dining room bring the things over, and you can do it here."
Fortunately, making noodles does not require the use of a knife, otherwise Fang Shanggong would never agree
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