Rebirth of the legitimate daughter: the daily life of His Majesty the Emperor’s beloved concubine

The sky-blue carriage drove slowly through the main street of Chang'an City, and the market had a strong atmosphere of the New Year.

Although it has not yet reached the twelfth lunar month, many stalls have already begun selling New Year paintings, couplets, and various blessing characters, and many houses on the main street of Chang'an have also begun cleaning.

Shen Yanzui watched Suningan lying on the carriage window sill, looking at it with relish, and leaned forward with great interest, holding her arms on the window sill and hugging her, "Isn't this a scene every year... An'an? "

When his fingertips touched Suningan's wet face, Shen Yanzhui hurriedly pinched her chin and turned her face away, with a slight panic in her throat, "Why are you crying?"

Su Ning'an shook his head, hurriedly took out the handkerchief and wet it with tears. His eyelids seemed to have fallen from weights, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at him.

He had no choice but to throw himself into Shen Yanzhui's arms, "The emperor finally brought my concubine out once, but I ruined the emperor's happiness. Your Majesty, forgive me."

Ana Shen stroked the back of her head, feeling angry in her heart, but it was not because she was disappointed.

I am very sure that I have done a good job today and even recently, and I have not made her unhappy in the future, so this trouble was not caused by him.

"Did you see something that made you unhappy? Or did you think of something that made you unhappy? Tell me and don't keep it in your heart."

Su Ning'an opened her mouth. She was so happy today that it was difficult to say this. But when she raised her head and looked into his eyes, she suddenly opened her mouth for some reason.

"Concubine... I just thought of how during the Chinese New Year, my father didn't allow me to eat with everyone, so I always stayed alone in the yard. But every year, rich dishes would be delivered from the front yard. It was my mother who spoke. But it didn’t matter whether the food was delicious or not. My father didn’t always come to the yard on New Year’s Eve. For a few years, he just left my mother in the front yard. But as long as my father didn’t leave my mother, my mother would always be with me. Let me stay together."

Suning'an said, her eyes bright, as if she had returned to the days when although hard work was the only happiness in her life.

"My mother would take my concubine to set off small firecrackers, and she would also make five-color glutinous rice balls for her to eat. Different colors have different fillings. If she guessed correctly before eating, my mother would reward her, or a piece of glutinous rice balls. Small pearls, or beautiful earrings, or let me set off a firecracker myself." Although those things were not worth much, they were extremely precious to her.

As Su Ning'an said, she felt the corners of her eyes were moist again, and wiped them immediately, "Would it be boring to tell the emperor these things? I don't know how the palace will celebrate the New Year." But I'm afraid my mother's five-color glutinous rice balls will no longer be available... ····

Ana Shen listened to Su Ning'an's words and tried several times, but still couldn't raise the corners of her lips.

well! What kind of evil did this poor little guy do in his previous life to deserve to be treated like this...

He always kills people and sets things on fire, so it won’t be like this in this life, right? !

"At least this year I guarantee that An An will be on the table."

Suningan pursed her lips, glanced at him and laughed. This man... was not used to comforting others.

The carriage drove out of Chang'an City and arrived at the suburbs.

There were more ships on the pier than usual. It was winter, but the coolies carrying the goods were dressed in single clothes, with their sleeves rolled up high. They were covered in sweat, and coarse cloth jackets were thrown aside.

Then, they went further and looked at the bare farmland on the outskirts of Chang'an City, and the food had already been harvested. Smoke billows from rows of houses, giving off a sign of peace.

Ana Shen looked out from the car window. Such a peaceful scene was exactly what generations of kings had wanted, and it was realized in his hands. Thinking of the hard work when I first took the throne, I felt it was worth it.

"It's so nice."

Listening to Su Ning'an's sigh, Ana Shen couldn't help but hug her tightly, "Yes, this is great."

Su Ning'an knew that today he said he was out to observe the people's sentiments, but in fact he was taking her out to relax, so he grabbed Shen Yanzui's arm and said: "There is a charity hall in Chang'an City, where many people who have nowhere to go are taken in. The emperor and his ministers will Would you like me to go take a look? I just happened to bring some food to them. I wonder if those children still remember me."

Shen Yanzui knew the place she was talking about. When he was still in the mansion, he thought she was going to run away and went there with great force, which really scared those people.

On the way back to the city, he asked Anli to buy some snacks and many new coats.

The people there didn't know their identities, but many children remembered Suning'an and gathered around them one by one, but pushed Analyst aside.

He looked helplessly at the dirty fingerprints on her exquisite clothes. Wouldn't it be a joke to return to the palace like this?

So I went to Jinrong Pavilion, the largest ready-made clothing store in Chang'an City.

The female shopkeeper there had seen countless people, and she knew at a glance that the two of them were of extraordinary status, so she hurriedly invited them to the second floor. Su Ning'an chose a rose-colored feather satin winter coat, and Cuizhu waited on her to change inside.

"Such a warm color is most suitable in winter. Your Majesty is so beautiful. She looks good in anything she wears. The Emperor will definitely like it when he sees it."

Su Ning'an suddenly blushed, "You are the only one who talks too much." He opened the window slightly, letting the cold wind blow on his face, and casually glanced outside, "That's not... Su Ranjun ?Who is he fighting?"

Cuizhu also stuck her head out and said, "Ms., that's not Luo Huai!"

"Luo Huai? Who is Luo Huai?" Su Ning'an frowned. The name was indeed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Cuizhu stamped his feet, "Why did the young lady forget it! Isn't that the rich scumbag that Mr. Su decided for the young lady after the Mei family broke off the engagement?"

After Cuizhu reminded him, Su Ningan finally remembered.

"Yes, Luo Huai!"

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have deliberately destroyed her body. If she had stayed in the Su Mansion and stayed with her mother, there was no doubt that her mother would not have died violently.

"Are they... fighting for Zhiliu?" Su Ning'an said, his eyes falling on the beautiful woman beside him.

I have heard of her name for a long time, but now I see her, she is indeed well-deserved!

No wonder Su Ranjun was so confused.

How could she forget Luo Huai?

Ha ha!

"In that case, let them dog eat dog."

Cuizhu listened and nodded.

The two of them traveled all day and finally returned to the palace before dinner.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yanzui did not intend to let Su Ning'an return to Tangli Palace, but took her directly to Jiuxiao Palace.

Of course, Suningan stayed there that night.

Fortunately, he didn't make her too tired, so she had the energy to help him change clothes the next day.

After Ana Shen went to court, he took Cuizhu back to Tangli Palace.

As soon as she came back, Nanny Zheng turned away everyone else, leaving only Cuizhu and Ying'er to wait on her.

"Mother, there is news from Chunlan Garden that the child in Yucai's belly seems to be dying."

"Seriously?" Su Ning'an turned to look at Aunt Zheng and involuntarily raised the corners of her lips. Who knew that a trip out of the palace would lead to many good things?

"The news just came from Xiaoshun yesterday. Yucai Ren has been smoking moxa for several days. There was a faint sound of smashing things in the bedroom last night. From this point of view, the emperor's heir will most likely not be born. .”

"Oh." Su Ningan pursed her lips, but still couldn't hide her smile, "Cui Zhu, Ying'er, what would you do if you were Su Yuxin?" She asked lightly with her fingertips on her forehead.