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

"Shen Yanzuo! Shen Yanzui! Shen..."

"Empress! Empress!"

Suningan was woken up by Cuizhu.

There was fine sweat on his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at the bright yellow bed curtain. His heart finally dropped to his throat, but he was still panting.

"Your Majesty, you have been calling the Emperor's name loudly just now, but you have a nightmare?" No matter how you say it, calling the Emperor's name is a serious crime, not to mention this is in the Emperor's palace, what if it gets spread?

Cuizhu could only cover Suningan's mouth while shaking her awake.

Su Ning'an seemed to have not yet recovered, and glanced at Cuizhu, "Where is the emperor?"

"The emperor went to court early in the morning. Seeing that his wife was sleeping soundly, he did not allow any servant to wake her up."

Su Ning'an nodded, the dream just now was still clearly imprinted in her mind, and she was so shocked that she broke into a sweat.

He glanced at the ear room and said, "Go and get some water. I want to take a bath. Go to Chaolu Palace to get a set of pajamas for me to change into." The clothes on my body were already damp with sweat, and it looked like I couldn't wear them anymore.

Cuizhu covered her mouth and smiled, "Is it possible that your Majesty has forgotten that your Majesty already has your Majesty's clothes here, and even the powder and ointment that your Majesty usually uses is also prepared here."

Only then did Su Ning'an react, her face turned red and her lips were slightly shy, "I forgot."

Suningan didn't take a bath for long, and put on clean pajamas. Cuizhu was combing her hair. If it were normal, she would go back to Chaolu Palace to see the little prince immediately after combing, but today... Take your time.

"Mother, don't we go back to Chaolu Palace?"

"No rush." ​​Su Ningan raised her lips slightly, her eyes moved, and she clenched her sleeves unconsciously, "I want to..."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw Shen Yanzui, who had just left the court, striding into the bedroom.

"Have you rested An'an? Why don't you take a nap after finishing your meal?"

"Your Majesty." Su Ning'an looked at Shen Yanzui and couldn't help but overlap with the him in the dream. Her eyes became moist again. She lifted up her skirt and ran a few steps before running straight into his arms.

"What's going on?" Ana Shen's brows were filled with joy, and he stretched out his arms to hug her, quite flattered.

Seeing this, the others bowed their heads and retreated.

"Can't I, my concubine, want to be the emperor?" Su Ning'an hugged his waist tightly, coquettishly and unreasonably.

Ana Shen smiled lowly and let Su Ningan sit on his arms like a child, "Have you had an bath? It smells so good."

He carried her to the table, let her sit in his arms, and ordered the meal to be served.

"I also want to be at peace." She sighed lowly, but she could not hide her affection, like a warm spring water flowing into her heart.

It is true that Shen Yanzui had just finished the court and was not hungry at all, but because he was thinking about Su Ning'an, he still ate with her.

However, despite her attempts to coax him, Su Ning'an refused to accompany him to the imperial study room no matter what.

She was thinking about the child again, and the two were intimate for a while, and then they took their sedan chair back to Chaolu Palace.

In early April, flowers bloom for the first time, and after the Qingming Festival, warmth gradually comes.

At this time, the new tribute of spring tea was also delivered to the palace. The queen suggested that a spring banquet might be held to taste spring vegetables, drink several courses of spring tea, recite poems, and enjoy flowers to celebrate the coming of spring.

After hearing this, the emperor thought it was a good idea. He looked at Suningan's eyes sparkling with interest, and nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, the Spring Banquet was not a grand palace banquet, and it was not troublesome to prepare, so the courtiers and their families were ordered to enter the palace to celebrate together.

Although Zhuang Mo was dispatched, Zhuang Xianjun and Yu Roulan also received notices about the Spring Banquet.

In order to enjoy the spring scenery, the spring banquet was held in the imperial garden.

At the banquet, there were all kinds of spring vegetables, including horse head orchid mixed with some white vinegar and salt, which relieves greasiness and refreshes the spleen. Fresh spring bamboo shoots and pear slices were steamed with bacon, which was fresh and not greasy. Toon sprouts stewed with eels had a unique fragrance.

There are also five-color radish cakes made from various kinds of radish shreds, which are a must-have for the spring banquet. They are used as "biting spring", which means to make the body adapt to the weather, and to let the power of all things in spring make the yang energy in the body grow step by step. , make the body healthy.

There are also various spring vegetables, snacks, soups, etc.

Although it was a palace banquet, Suningan chose fresh palace attire, which was not as complicated as formal palace attire. It was elegant and beautiful but not simple, and could not conceal her elegance.

After the banquet, there were small groups of people reciting poems, drinking tea and admiring flowers.

The emperor was already in his early twenties, and his jade-like appearance, combined with his natural nobility, naturally attracted many people's thoughts.

But because Concubine Chen was by the emperor's side, the emperor also showed dazzling favor to Concubine Chen. No one dared to step forward rashly, even if they had their own intentions.

"The emperor doesn't have to accompany his concubines, why not play chess and recite poems with others?"

Ana Shen hugged Su Ning'an and chuckled: "What's the benefit of being with them? It's just for me. How about being with An An, swimming in the lake and playing chess, or trying spring tea?"

"Playing chess?" Suning'an's eyes rolled, and Can nodded with a smile, "That's fine, but the emperor is not allowed to think that I am stupid."

Naturally, Suningan would not bring his children to such an occasion, but it also happened to give him more time to be alone with the emperor.

Shen Yan ordered the tea master to wait in the boat, and while talking, he led Suningan onto the boat.

Just as the boat left the shore, Su Ning'an suddenly bit her lip and smiled, but Ana Shen Yanzui didn't know why, "What are you laughing at?"

Suningan looked at the pink figures in groups on the shore through the hanging gauze curtain, "I am laughing at myself for ruining their good deeds."

"Ha." Shen Yanzhui raised his eyelids and smiled casually, "Why else would I take you to swim in the lake? I just don't want them to disturb me."

He lowered his eyes and watched Suningan slowly drop a piece on the chessboard. He stretched out his hand, just in time to stop the chess piece from falling on the board.

"An'an, if you fall here, you will lose the opportunity."

Suningan raised his eyebrows, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Spring tea is fresh and pleasant. There are tea masters waiting at regular intervals in the imperial garden. On the small stove with charcoal fire, the spring water is slowly boiling.

From time to time, people would sit down in groups, sipping new tea, eating refreshments, talking about interesting things, quoting scriptures, or appreciating pen and ink.

"Miss Qiao is really good at writing, and this poem is also very good. I wonder who can continue it?"

Qiao Lingfu put down her pen. On the rice paper, which was still in good condition, was a poem she had just mentioned about today's spring scenery. The color was the jade hairpin in her hair.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, some pursed their lips, others stared, some frowned because they had no good poems in their minds, some shook their heads, but were unwilling to admit that their skills were inferior to others.

"I have a good idea, maybe you can try it."

Qiao Lingfu looked at the woman who spoke. She was the princess of Yichun who had just turned thirteen. He immediately lowered his head and bowed, then handed the pen, which was full of ink, to the Princess of Yichun, "Princess, please."

Princess Yichun excitedly took over the pen. She finally thought of a good sentence and naturally refused to bury it in her heart, so she imitated the master and coughed lightly, "You all have a good idea!"

As soon as he raised his hand, unexpectedly, with a flick of the pen tip, five or six drops of ink hit Qiao Lingfu's face and dress.

Everyone exclaimed, and Princess Yichun was particularly nervous.

She has a naughty temper, and her father rarely brings her to formal occasions like this. He is only worried that her temper will cause trouble. Today, she has been begging for a long time.

"Ah, how good is this? Someone come!!"

"My servant is here." A palace maid hurriedly came forward and wiped the ink on Qiao Lingfu's face with a wet handkerchief, otherwise it would be more difficult to wipe off.

"Don't panic, Princess. Miss Qiao, please come with me. It's important to change into clean clothes."

Qiao Lingfu nodded. Not only did she have to change her clothes, but she also had to take a shower. Otherwise, the smell of the ink would not be removed, and she would definitely lose face.

So he covered his face with a fan, not forgetting to comfort Princess Yichun with a few words, and then followed the palace maid and left from the path.

"Your Majesty, I want to see Jiang'er and my aunt. Why don't we go to the shore first? Let's put the chess game aside for now. I'll play chess with you later, okay?"

After hearing this, Ana Shen put down the black piece in his hand.

Looking at her absent-minded look just now, I knew she must be thinking about her child.

"Okay, I'm a little tired too. If the child is fine, you can come to Fengju to rest with me for a while."

"Yes." Su Ning'an nodded and watched the boat gradually approach the shore. A gust of wind passed by and the lake surface became rippled again.