"The king has promised to have a heart."
Zhao Yan said to Wang with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful at such a young age.
"This Wang is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he can embroider such exquisite and intricate patterns.
Wang's face was gentle and humble, "Niangniang praised it, the concubine has a little bit of Su embroidery skills, and she is far inferior to the embroidery girls of the needlework bureau." ” Wang's dress today is also very elegant, wearing a light lotus pink embroidered magnolia flower flag suit, the snow-white magnolia is plain and half-open on the placket, lining her whole person is pure and elegant, quite a bit of independent and beautiful.
Concubine Rong smiled and said, "I see, the Wang family is a little like you in terms of charm." ” Zhao Yan was stunned: "Yes" She didn't think so.
However, Wang's dress today is very pleasing to the eye, which is very suitable for her taste.
Wang hurriedly said: "Concubine Pu Liu's posture, how dare you compare with Concubine Jia Niangniang and talk about Concubine Rong Niangniang's tormenting concubine." ” Concubine Rong smiled and said: "Yesterday, the emperor went to Yanxi Palace for lunch, saying that the Wang family has been in the palace for almost a year, and he plans to promote her to a position." ” "Oh" Wang's entry into the palace has only been more than half a year, and he was previously promoted by the concubine, and now he is going to be promoted to the throne, and the promotion speed is not inferior to the Wei family.
Wang's face turned red in a hurry, "The emperor is just a joke, and the concubines are meager and don't dare to think about it." ” Zhao Yan smiled, "Actually, as long as the emperor is happy, what can't be If the emperor favors him, the king should feel happy." ” Wang hurriedly lowered his head, speechless.
It turns out that Kangxi was not a joke.
A few days later, the holy oracle told the six palaces: promise the Wang family, promise the Jiang family, be gentle and tactful, and be promoted to the six grades of the six constants.
The co-author is not only the Wang family, but also the Han military banner who entered the palace in this year's draft promised the Jiang family, and he also became a permanent one.
It stands to reason that they are just two small permanent positions, and they are not even worthy of the canonization ceremony, but they are just a matter of the emperor's words.
However, both the Wang family and the Jiang family are now quite favored concubines, so after the holy decree, many concubines went to celebrate, and even Jing Concubine and Concubine Jing sent a congratulatory gift.
Several nobles such as the good nobles and the nobles of Nala also went to congratulate in person.
This kind of thing, with Zhao Yan's position and identity, there is no need to get involved, but the nobles and concubines in her palace have also gone.
It is said that I listened to the play for a long time on the small stage of Yuhua Pavilion, and it was so lively.
The nobleman came back in the afternoon, so he went to the main hall of Zhao Yan to ask for peace as soon as possible, "The concubine looked at it coldly, the good nobles are very close to Wang Changzai and Jiang Changzai." ” The good nobles are not decently born, and the concubines with a slightly better family background disdain to associate with them, so the good nobles can naturally only associate with the little concubines who are of low origin and position.
What's more, now the Wang family and the Jiang family are also Kangxi's new loves, although the old love of the good nobles is not diminished, but it is also necessary to plan for the long term, right?
"Although it is only there now, if there is something, you can be on an equal footing with good nobles."
Zhao Yan said lazily with a lazy face.
As he was talking, he reported that Kangxi was here.
The nobleman immediately put down the teacup, got up to say goodbye, and went to the side hall to rest.
Kangxi came in regular clothes, walking leisurely, and he was idly shaking a folding fan of Xiangfei bamboo bones in his hand.
Zhao Yan asked him for peace, "Today is the day of the Wang family's promotion, why didn't the emperor go to Yanxi Palace?"
Kangxi closed the folding fan with a "bang" and gently knocked on Zhao Yan's snow-white forehead, "I came here because I was thinking about Yan'er's body."
You're not happy, and you're sour."
Zhao Yan stroked her forehead and pouted, "The emperor is embarrassed to say that the concubine is unwell, and she is not troubled by the emperor."
Kangxi remembered the good night a few days ago, and couldn't help but feel beautiful in his heart, "It's me who is too reckless" said, he lowered his head and asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Zhao Yan immediately glanced at him, full of disgust.
Kangxi smiled, put the folding fan on the kang table, then sat on the Luohan couch with Zhao Yan's hand, and whispered: "The anger of the still alive is also a momentary emotion, and it can't be controlled, so it will be like this." ” What emotions are purely just sperms on the brain Zhao Yan lifted her eyebrows, too lazy to bother with him, it was now afternoon, and the scorching sunlight was projected through the cicada wing veil that plucked the window, still making the back of the neck hot, and a thin layer of sweat was greasy on the back.
Zhao Yan picked up Kangxi's folding fan and unfolded it suddenly, so as to fan herself with a cool breeze.
Alas, the fan in this palace is exquisite enough, but it is completely decorative, and it can't fan much wind at all, or this folding fan is good, and when it moves, the residual hair of the sideburns is fluttering and flying, which is really sweating.
After a few fanning sessions, Zhao Yan noticed that the calligraphy and painting on this fan were different, and the ink on it was still brand new So he hurriedly stopped, and took a closer look, the painting was the bright moon in the sky, the colorful butterflies flying, and the delicate brushwork seemed to be a painting made by Kangxi.
However, the inscription is obviously not Kangxi's handwriting.
It is a very picturesque inscription, Nalan Rongruo's butterfly love flower: hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the night is like a ring, and the night is a jue.
If it is like the moon ring finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat.
Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said.
Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.
What a word The writing is also extremely chic and smart.
Seeing that Zhao Yan was fascinated, Kangxi smiled and asked, "This word is well written, right?"
Zhao Yan said lightly: "Then it is necessary to say that this is Nalan Rongruo's words." ” Kangxi was stunned, "How do you know that this is Rong Ruo's words, but there is no seal on it." ” Zhao Yan was a little dumbfounded, she looked at the new ink, and suddenly figured out, Nima, this should be the word that Nalan Rongruo just made, that is to say, according to Kangxi's thinking, she should have seen this word for the first time Zhao Yan hurriedly smiled calmly, "Such poignant and lingering, so compassionate, except for Nalan Rongruo, who else can do such wonderful words" Kangxi nodded, "That's right." ” "What a sentence of ice and snow for the heat" Zhao Yan muttered, this Nalan Rong Ruo is not only the first person in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but also a rare seed of infatuation.
Xun Fengqian and his wife have a very strong relationship, once his wife was sick and suddenly had a high fever, in order to cool down his wife, Xun Fengqian took off his clothes and ran to the courtyard, so that the ice and snow were cold through his body, and then ran back to the room, holding his wife to cool down, and so on many times.
However, it is a pity that his wife still died, and Xun Fengqian was seriously ill and went away.
And unfortunately, Nalan Rongruo also lost his beloved wife and was immersed in mourning, so there are such sad and sad words.
Kangxi saw that Zhao Yan was holding a folding fan and lost her mind, so he said: "If you like it, this fan will be given to you." ” Zhao Yan shook her head gently, "Nalan Ci is too sad, and the concubine still doesn't want it."
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With that, he stuffed the folding fan back into Kangxi's hand.
Kangxi smiled, "It's the same."
I don't need to read such sad words anymore. ” The word "piano" and chord hair is to describe husband and wife t1706231537: