Rebirth: Ruyi goes crazy in the harem

Feeling the emperor's burning gaze, Ruyi smiled and raised her glass in toast.

Such a scene deeply hurt Jingse's heart.

She stood up suddenly, and her inappropriately loud voice destroyed the warm atmosphere between the two of them.

"Father, I have also painted a picture myself. Please appreciate it!"

As she spoke, Jingse walked to the center, holding a gorgeous brocade box with gold patterns.

After all, she was a legitimate princess and the only offspring left by Empress Xiaoxian.

Although Jingse was sometimes a little arrogant and rude, the emperor was always more tolerant of her for the sake of the late queen and the Fucha family.

Li Yu stepped forward personally and took out the scroll.

"Father, this is a picture I drew with my own hands, with great effort and under the guidance of Painter Lang. It is called Family Happiness!"

Along with Jingse's smug and arrogant voice, the scroll was slowly unfolded.

The painting shows the Emperor and Empress Xiaoxian in their court robes.

Empress Xiaoxian smiled kindly, holding a young child in her arms, who seemed to be Yongcong from the looks of his attire.

The man and woman standing on the left and right of the emperor and empress were Yonglian and Jingse respectively.

The figures are realistic and lifelike, which is indeed the style of figure painting that Lang Shining is good at.

Although Jingse's skill is far from that of Lang Shining, he can still draw the figure 80% like. The emperor and empress in the painting are in harmony and very loving.

It can be seen that Jingse has indeed worked hard for today.

Jingse said that she had often dreamed of Empress Xiaoxian in recent days, so she painted this picture to express her thoughts and dreams to commemorate the deceased.

The emperor looked at Yonglian and Yongcong and was distracted for a moment, with sadness in his eyes.

But Jingse just thought that the emperor missed Empress Xiaoxian, and gave Ruyi a provocative look.

Ruyi smiled indifferently, not taking Jingse's childish behavior seriously at all.

With Jingse's interference, the emperor began to immerse himself in thoughts of the past.

Ruyi quietly glanced at him sideways, chuckled and interrupted, "The birthday gifts for the princes and princesses have been presented, and now it's the turn of our sisters in the harem.

"Everyone has been preparing for the emperor's birthday for a long time. Would the emperor be willing to take a look?"

It has always been a tradition for concubines to perform to celebrate birthdays, and the emperor naturally nodded in approval.

As the imperial concubine in charge of the six palaces, Ruyi certainly cannot be in the limelight at this time, otherwise she will always appear petty.

Before Ruyi could speak and decide on the first performer, Gao Xiyue stood up weakly.

"Your Majesty, it has been a long time since I last listened to my pipa music. I have specially practiced a new piece, "Spring River Moonlit Night", and I hope Your Majesty will enjoy it."

Gao Xiyue was very good at playing the pipa.

The sound of the pipa that slowly came out from her hands was crisp and pleasant, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

As the melody gradually changes, it slowly becomes low and gentle. It is like a drizzle, gentle and watery. It is also like a mountain stream, flowing, clear to the bottom, and bright and shining.

When Gao Xiyue finished playing the piece, the palace was filled with thunderous applause, and the emperor clapped his hands and laughed, "Concubine Hui is worthy of being a national pipa player, her skills are getting better and better.

When it comes to playing the pipa, there is really no one in the palace who can compare to you."

Gao Xiyue showed a proud smile at the right moment, and said to the emperor in a soft voice, "Your Majesty, please don't make fun of me.

I haven't played the pipa for a long time. This time I started practicing again to celebrate the emperor's birthday.

It is a blessing for this pipa to be able to make His Majesty smile. "

With Gao Xiyue taking the lead, the remaining concubines were no longer humble and each of them tried their best like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

There were so many talents that Ruyi was almost dazzled.

Concubine Feng was pregnant, so during the performance she also used the technique of burying incense, creating a unique scene of subtle fragrance and sparse shadows.

Only Shupin sat aside, drinking alone, as if she was at peace with the world.

Concubine Feng kindly reminded, "Madam Shupin, if you don't show some talents on the emperor's birthday, you will be accused of being disrespectful by others.

I remember that you are good at poetry and calligraphy, and the emperor also likes poetry. Even if I recite a poem to the emperor, it will be good."

Shupin naturally understood Feng Guiren's good intentions.

In this harem full of constant fighting, anyone who gets the chance will want to step on others. If there is no conflict of interest, who would be willing to take the initiative to help others?

In the Forbidden City, it is rare to find someone like Concubine Feng who still retains pure kindness.

But Shupin just filled her glass again and shook her head, "Reciting poems and writing couplets is just my hobby. If I use it to flatter and please others, wouldn't it lose its original meaning?

They are vying for their favors. I am drinking my own wine and everyone is well. I don't have the time to care what others think.

Don't worry, Concubine Feng. I am just feeling sorry for myself and I have no intention of mocking you."

Faced with Shupin's dejected and self-deprecating look, Concubine Feng could only smile helplessly and stop trying to persuade her.

The performances of the concubines were coming to an end, and the last one to appear was Concubine Cheng, who had dressed up specially.

She deliberately changed into a goose yellow brocade robe with a slanting collar and floral and leaf pattern, and wore a blue bird and emerald ornament on her head.

The light and delicate tongcao flowers were densely gathered into a cluster and adorned in her dark cloud-like hair, which was enough to show her ingenuity.

Noble Cheng bowed, but before she could say anything, Jingse exclaimed,

"Empress Cheng's attire is different from that of the other concubines present here.

It looks exceptionally simple and elegant, and it has a lot of the style left over from when the Empress Dowager was alive."

Ruyi's gaze shifted to Concubine Cheng, and her eyes dimmed for a moment.

This Jingse, contrary to her usual behavior, called Concubine Cheng "Empress Cheng". It seemed that these two were either openly friendly or secretly allied.

Ruyi glanced at him, and Hailan covered her face with her handkerchief and smiled in surprise, "Lady Cheng's outfit today is really plain, different from our sisters, and makes her look extra special."

Concubine Cheng naturally heard the hidden meaning in Hai Lan's words, and she bowed modestly, "Empress Yu is joking.

I am still in mourning for Empress Xiaoxian, so I should dress simply to show my sincerity."

Hailan didn't want to say more to her, so she just smiled and said that was enough.

Concubine Cheng acted as if she was accepting a gift with all her sincerity and respect, and said to the emperor in a gentle voice, "I have prepared a poem, 'Xian Ting Xu', to wish the emperor a long life."

The palace servants had already brought Concubine Cheng's zither. She sat upright, playing the zither with her bare hands. The melodious sound of the zither spread in all directions, making people feel happy and relaxed.

I have to say that Mr. Cheng does have some real skills.

He is familiar with fingering and has profound attainments. He can play both scatter notes and harmonics with ease and perfection.

This song talks about the warm and harmonious daily life between husband and wife.

Concubine Cheng deliberately dressed up in the style that Empress Xiaoxian liked most during her lifetime. In addition, her appearance was similar to Empress Xiaoxian.

When the song was over, the emperor seemed to see Fu Cha Lang Ya smiling at him faintly across the jade harp.