"Zhuzi," Yao Xi's eyes were red as she helped Qu Yue Su up. After she sat down, she turned to pick up the steaming bowl of medicine on the table, "Drink the medicine."
Qu Yue Su leaned against the bed weakly. When she took the bowl of medicine, she saw Yao Xi's burned hand and grimaced: "It's me that dragged you down. You've been by my side all these years, when have you ever done this?" Even if she hadn't seen it, she knew that Yao Xi had found a place to boil the medicine herself. Now that wang ye didn't come to her yard and wang fei didn't like her at all, who in the fu would pay attention to her? Even the servants in this yard dared to be sneaky and scold her, much less the people in the kitchen.
"Zhuzi, what are you saying," Yao Xi forced out a smile and hid her hands in her sleeves, "Hurry and drink the medicine. You'll be fine after a nap." Thinking about what Chief Steward He had just said, she almost couldn't hold her smile. Now that even wang ye wasn't willing to help zhuzi, how would she live in the future?
Qu Yue Su finished the medicine in a few mouthfuls. Seeing Yao Xi's state, she sighed: "Yao Xi, do you still remember my father's birthday banquet five years ago?"
Yao Xi took the empty bowl from Qu Yue Su's hands and shook her head slightly.
"It's normal that you don't remember, but I remember it clearly," Qu Yue Su grimaced, "That year, I accidentally broke a piece of porcelain in father's room. That day was father's birthday and breaking something was inauspicious. I was very afraid and purposefully tricked someone to lure da jie to father's room … …"
Hearing this, Yao Xi remembered. She remembered that after lao ye's birthday, he was so angry he slapped da xiaojie and punished her to stand in the yard for a whole night. After that, da xiaojie became seriously ill. Furen didn't send for a doctor for da xiaojie. If it wasn't for the Tian Family coming to deliver something to da xiaojie, da xiaojie would have died that year. She hadn't thought that this matter was related to zhuzi. She hadn't thought that zhuzi, at such a young age, would be so scheming. She hesitated for a second before replying, "Nubi remembers that da xiaojie almost died that year."
"Yes, almost died. At the time, I was afraid and guilty," She coughed a few times, "But how did she survive? If she didn't, the one who would have married into Duan Wang Fu would have been me."
Yao Xi's hand trembled as she held the bowl. She looked at the sickly face of zhuzi and helped her lie down. She covered her with the blanket and said: "Zhuzi, you're sick. Don't think too much. Nubi will go see if there's anything to eat." After she left the room, she let out a long sigh of relief. She still remembered the scene of Mu Jin kneeling in front of her mistress and begging her mistress to ask Madam for a doctor.
At that time, Master's face was full of helplessness and he tactfully rejected Mu Jin in the name of filial piety. Later, he asked her to send a few pills to Eldest Miss and did not mention this matter. She didn't expect the truth of the matter to be like this. She touched her arms and felt a little cold in the hot summer.
"Isn't this Yao Creek?" A yahuan wearing a green gown saw Yao Xi come out and raised her voice to greet, "Qu ce fei is well. Our mistress misses her very much."
"Not yet. Thanks for yiniang's concern." Yao Xi's smile was slightly ugly.
"Such a hot day, it's really hard," This yahuan's tone suddenly changed, "I heard that before the Empress married, she was mistreated by her family. Do you think … … the way she is now, is it retribution?"
She saw Yao Xi's expression change. She smiled and clapped her hands, praising: "The Heavens have eyes. People who do all kinds of evil, they don't have good endings." The green-robed yahuan slightly bent her knees, "I respect you as a loyal servant. Think for yourself." Finishing, she turned and walked away.
Yao Xi looked at the back of this yahuan and smiled helplessly. She followed her original path back to the kitchen.
The matter of the female candidates that the Wei Family sent into the palace had violated the rules of the palace during xiandi's mourning period and were chased out of the palace by the Emperor quickly became a joke in Jing City. The Wei Family had some face in Jing City. Now, they lost all their face and were embarrassed to even open their doors.
These female candidates had gone through layers of selection. Originally, they had the chance to be bestowed by xiandi to the Imperial Family or to serve in the hougong. But xiandi had passed away. Not just the Imperial Family that needed to observe mourning, even the common people couldn't marry within a month.
But the Wei Family was good. During the mourning period, they wanted their daughter to attract the attention of the new Emperor. Didn't they think about the current Emperor's personality? Was he a lustful person? Even more, the Emperor and Empress were deeply in love, it was something that everyone in Da Long Dynasty knew. Did the Wei Family's daughter look like a fairy? Otherwise, where did she get the confidence to barge into the Imperial Garden?
The second day after Wei Zhu was sent back to the Wei Family, she was sent by the Wei Family to a female Taoist monastery in the suburbs of Jing City. The reason was to cultivate and pray for xiandi and the Emperor.
Everyone knew that this was just a fig leaf the Wei Family pulled out for themselves. Now that the Emperor had given a decree, the daughters of the Wei Family were not allowed to enter the Imperial House, the Wei Family was on the decline.
The three months of mourning quickly passed but He Heng still held himself to the standards of the mourning period. He paid attention to what he wore, causing the people of the world to once again praise the filial piety of the Emperor.
But no matter what, theoretically, He Heng could take a fei into the hougong. But everyone in the hougong knew that the Emperor didn't have any intentions of going to the hougong.
The sixth day of the eighth month of the thirty-fourth year of Qing De was the most auspicious day that the Imperial Astronomer had chosen for the past half year. The Ziwei Star and its companion stars were very eye-catching, and there was the presence of a phoenix. So this day was the most suitable for the coronation of the Empress.
The coronation of the Empress in Da Long Dynasty was very grand. First, they worshipped the Heavens and recited the funeral rites. Then the Emperor and Empress worshipped the ancestors to show that this woman was one of the Imperial Family. Then the Emperor personally inserted a phoenix hairpin for the Empress and drew her eyebrows. Finally, the Empress wore a phoenix robe and accepted the worship of the civil and military officials and noblewomen.
In front of the bronze mirror, Qu Qing Ju wore the phoenix robe that the weavers had worked through the night for three months to make. Even though the layers of clothing looked complicated and grand, it didn't feel burdensome on her body.
The outermost wide-sleeved phoenix robe clearly wasn't inlaid with gold or pearls, but it was so beautiful it blinded people's eyes.
Seeing He Heng seriously finish drawing her eyebrows and then gently insert the phoenix hairpin for her, she gave a smile.
After doing all this, the two of them held hands. He Heng's hands clasped hers as they walked together to the high platform. On the high platform were the dragon chair and phoenix chair. The dragon chair was on the left, the phoenix chair was on the right.
Qu Qing Ju stood in front of the phoenix chair. She slightly raised her chin to look at the civil and military officials below. She saw these people all kneel down.
"Long live the Emperor, long live the Empress, long live the Empress!"
Then it was the three bows and nine kowtows. Qu Qing Ju and He Heng stood shoulder to shoulder. Looking at this scene, she strangely felt a surge of emotion.
"Rise," The official of ceremonies called, "Music, rise."
The music started. It was slightly solemn and light. Qu Qing Ju didn't understand what kind of music it was, but looking at the way the officials were bowing as they stood, she could guess that her Empress Coronation was a high level of treatment.
When the music stopped, Qu Qing Ju and He Heng sat down at the same time. Then it was the officials who bowed individually according to their rank. Then the noblewomen did it again. Just watching people kneel for her, Qu Qing Ju had to sit for more than two hours.
After these people finished bowing, He Heng opened: "Today is the Empress Coronation Coronation, and it is zhen's year of ascension. Therefore, to accumulate good fortune for the Empress, all those exiled will be reduced by sixty li, all those serving sentence will be reduced by one year, those on death row will be delayed for one month!"
The people below all praised the Emperor and Empress for their benevolence, for their good fortune for ten thousand years.
Qu Qing Ju hadn't thought that He Heng would pardon the world at the Empress Coronation Coronation Coronation. Even though a new Emperor would pardon the world after ascending, but to wait until today to issue this decree, this was too … …
She tilted her head to look at the people beside her and smiled helplessly.
Even though the Empress Coronation Coronation Coronation was extremely grand, but the coronations of Heng fei and the others were much simpler. Heng fei's was alright, but the other three couldn't compare to xiandi's feipin coronation, especially Ping cairen. That was truly wretched. If it wasn't that the Empress had bestowed gifts that day, almost no one in the palace would have known that that day was the day of her coronation.
People, they weren't afraid of not knowing the goods, they were afraid of comparing the goods. Everyone in the palace was smart. How could they not see what was going on. This Ping cairen wasn't favored by the Emperor, that was a fact. Since the Emperor didn't like her, why would they be willing to flatter her?
Feng Zi Jin finally knew how difficult the days in the palace were. Every day, the food that was delivered was cold, the tea was old, and they were all of poor quality. If something was missing or broken, it was even harder for the Department of Internal Affairs to make up for it.
She had argued, but in the end, she found that the food that was delivered became worse and worse. Sometimes, they weren't even delivered. Now that a few months had passed, she finally understood what it meant to be a slave bullying a master. It was hard to endure deep in the palace.
"Mistress, Han liangdi is here," Xia Yun hurriedly walked into the room, her expression not very good.
Feng Zi Jin grimaced as she stood. When she came out of the inner room, she saw Han Qing He sitting on a chair drinking tea. Her steps paused and she walked in front of her, bowing: "Pinqie greets Han liangdi."
"Ping cairen, please rise," Han Qing He smiled as she examined Feng Zi Jin. The other was wearing a dark robe that was eighty percent new. There was none of the arrogance she had shown in the fu. She put down the teacup and wiped the corner of her mouth, saying, "The tea here is too astringent. I'll have someone send you some."
Feng Zi Jin declined: "There is no need to trouble Han liangdi."
"How can that be? In the past, meimei in the wang fu wouldn't drink anything other than Longjing before the rain. Now that you are in the palace, how can you mistreat yourself?" She stood and said, "The sun is just right today. Why don't cairen accompany me for a walk?"
Knowing that she was purposely trying to embarrass her, Feng Zi Jin was helpless and could only follow behind Han Qing He.
Walking at the front, Han Qing He gave a cold smile. In the past, when Feng Zi Jin had humiliated her, she had been much more ruthless than she had been. What she was doing now was nothing. Thinking to there, Han Qing He turned to glance at Feng Zi Jin, the smile on her face becoming more and more obvious.
In the future, she would suffer. The humiliation she had once suffered, she would not suffer it for nothing.
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