After being reborn, she was pregnant with the cub of the late emperor

Tentative

I have never opened my arms in my life

The silk cloth on the puppet looked familiar.There are not many people who grow that tall in the palace.

Song Yun had a suspect in his heart, but he didn't make a big deal at that time, it was unnecessary.

It was enough to know that someone in the court was hostile to him, the act of cursing itself was not threatening.

After all, if such an ugly puppet can also work accurately, it would be unreasonable.With so much strange power and chaotic power, Qi Yin can't justify it if he doesn't come back to life.

The sacrificial activities in the palace continued, and Song Yun, as the empress dowager, summoned two concubines from the harem to embroider prayer flags for the late emperor.

Concubine Su said she didn't come when she was ill, but her niece, the queen, came here out of her busy schedule and said that she could take her share.

Song Yun had never seen such an easy-going empress—in fact, besides himself, he had only seen Su Mingzhu—the empress had given a good start to the concubines in Qi Chou’s harem, and everyone respected them in a respectful manner. The first emperor embroidered prayer flags with exquisite embroidery.

In comparison, the ability of Qi Yin's harem personnel is not very good.

Chen Meiren claims that she does not know how to embroider.

Coincidentally, Song Yun's embroidery is really not good enough.

Li Meiren poked her head in embarrassment when she heard the words, "Actually, I don't know how either."

"If you don't know how to embroider, then copy scriptures with Aijia and burn them to the late emperor. That's our wish." Song Yun handed Chen Meiren a pen dipped in vermilion ink, "Aijia looked at Chen Meiren's hands and ten fingers are slender Slender, like a hand holding a pen."

Chen Meiren took the brush with a trembling hand, and the red ink dripped down between her fingers. She looked up at Song Yun with hesitation in her deep eye sockets.

"Young lady... You forgot, I, I can't write... I can't read either."

Of course Song Yun didn't forget.

Subconscious habits cannot be fooled.Chen Meiren's posture of holding the pen is very correct, her hand has calluses, she is by no means an illiterate person.

"Chen Meiren is very smart. Even if she doesn't know how to do it at this time, she can learn how to copy scriptures quickly. The days ahead are still long, so let's take it slowly. It's fine if you don't know how to embroider, but you still need to know how to write. Still the same sentence, your hands should be used for writing, try it.”

After Song Yun finished speaking, he picked up the pen to copy the scriptures. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Chen Meiren was staring at her wrist while writing the script, with a dazed expression on her face.

Song Yun hadn't touched paper and pen for a few months, and his hands were still raw. With the cover of the empress dowager's identity, there was probably no risk of being exposed for taking the exam.

Therefore, Song Yun did not hide his talent. After copying one piece of "Ksitigarbha Sutra", he wrote another article for offering sacrifices to his husband.

Although he has no relationship with Qi Yin, under this style of writing, as long as there are enough rhetoric, the performance can still be somewhat sad and sad.

After reading it, Empress Su praised immediately: "Your Majesty shouldn't waste time in the harem. If you enter the court, you can take on the position of Zaifu."

Song Yun shook his head.

In the deep boudoir of Quezhou, no one disturbs and ignores the secular world. He has enough time to dive headlong into the vast sea of ​​ancient books and articles, and he can also write beautiful and gorgeous examination papers.

But exams and being an official are two different things.Words are dead, and they can be operated at will. As long as they look good, even if they are unreasonable, they can be considered successful.But what an official calculates is the treacherous and ever-changing personnel and affairs, and the city is unpredictable, and he is not a master.

In his previous life, he tried to become an official, but the result was not good. It was only when he was dying that he realized where he was lacking.

In this life, I have changed positions, just to improve on the deficiencies.

Song Yun burned the sacrificial text, and turned her head to see Chen Meiren's sad eyes and red eye circles.

This is an infatuated person, a dead man seems to have lost his soul.

Song Yun was sure that it was Chen Meiren who cursed him, but he didn't plan to care about it for the time being.The motive of the curse may be that Song Junke died of his beloved emperor, but it is not necessarily so, let's wait and see for a while.

Empress Su led the new concubines to concentrate on embroidering prayer flags. On the other side, Li Meiren, who couldn't embroider and couldn't write well, was inexplicably close to Tieniu. Pastries offered by the first emperor.

Song Yun looked at the melon and fruit snacks placed in front of everyone, but didn't move, only Li Meiren's plate was almost bottomed out.

The little girl speaks crisply and sweetly, she is not tall enough, her face is round and flushed, even if she is dressed in plain clothes, she still makes people feel festive and lively, she does not look like a new widow, she is simply a doll in New Year pictures, a petite version of an iron bull.

The two of them went to the imperial dining room together, let's not talk about whether they were good or not, the cakes they made might not be able to serve the altar, and entered their stomachs first.

"Although Beauty Li is very cute, you still have to be careful, Ayun. I haven't seen many scenes in Gongdou's book where she pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger." Melon seeds, while exhorting.

"She's only 15 years old." Song Yun knelt on the couch and said, looking at the handwritten scriptures left by Chen Meiren on the small table.

"Yes, but..." Tieniu sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pet Song Yun's cat. The cat avoided him, so he hugged Mrs. Tang resentfully, poohed out a mouthful of melon seeds, and said in a low voice, "The first emperor is really not human." Ah! I can't do it myself, and I only harm the little girl. I heard that Li Meiren followed the late emperor before he came to the throne, how old was he then... Tsk, fortunately, he can't do it."

Maomao sneezed, almost blowing away the rice paper on the table.

Song Yun pressed the corner of the paper and reminded Tieniu with his eyes, "Speak carefully."

The dead are the greatest.Although according to Qi Yin's physical condition before his death, and the fact that he had no children until Song Yun's death in his previous life, it is very likely that he could not do it, but after all, he has not verified it personally, and Song Yun still feels sorry for the behavior of leaking people's privacy.

Tieniu nodded, put aside this issue and continue chatting.

Song Yun could tell that although she was still vigilant about bluffing, she had already classified Meiren Li as a pure and harmless little sister in her heart.

Tieniu excitedly said that Li Meiren's boudoir name is Mengxian.

"She can play the piano?" Song Yun thought of seeing calluses on Li Meiren's fleshy hands just now.

"I don't know, I'll ask next time." Tieniu shook his head.

Song Yun thought about it, and felt that it should not be possible.

The calluses on Li Meiren's hands are in the palm and the mouth of the tiger, and playing the piano will not wear these two places.

Chen Meiren has calluses on her hands, on the pulp of her index finger and the side of her middle finger, these are the marks left by writing and playing the piano.

Chen Meiren claimed to not be able to write, but Song Yun observed the scriptures he copied. Although he deliberately distorted his strokes, he still leaked a few strokes. This is not a foundation that can be achieved in a day or two.

Chen Meiren not only knows how to write, but also writes well.Coupled with the look on his face when he saw the sacrificial text, his literary talent will not be bad.

Song Yun burned the scriptures and disassembled the puppet. What was stored inside was not straw or incense ash, but shredded paper scraps.

Song Yun managed to piece together a complete sentence from it.

The yellow raccoon also came over to watch.

——It is a talent with a vain ambition to rise above the clouds, and he has never opened his arms in his whole life. 【1】

The pen is strong and the font is square.

The cat's paw touched it and messed up the word order.

Song Yun lifted the cat up with difficulty, "The late emperor's harem is really full of talents. It seems that Chen Meiren hides a lot of secrets. What about you, you lead the way late at night, what secrets do you carry?"

The eyes of one person and one cat were facing each other. The cat opened its round eyes and said nothing. After being stared at by Song Yun for a long time, it unexpectedly moved up to him and stuck out its tongue to lick him.

Song Yun lowered her head, her nose was wet.

As soon as he let go, Deng Tumao trampled over the small table and landed on the couch, looking up at him, "Meow..."

"I'm stunned too. What are you doing interrogating? What do you know?" Song Yun wiped her face with a soft handkerchief, and flicked the yellow raccoon's wet nose with her fingers. If you have done meritorious service, you should be rewarded if you have meritorious service, and I will give you a place."

The cat squatted on the couch, looking at Song Yun from the side.

"Yellow nobility, I will seal you as..." Song Yun sat upright, holding the front paw of the yellow raccoon, "Huang Guiren! The gold book and gold treasure are all that matters, seeing your paw prints is like visiting in person."

Maomao: "Meow meow?"

"Don't think you are the lowest in the palace. Others are serving the emperor, you are different." Song Yun lay down, leaving a place for the cat in his arms.

"You are dedicated to serving me."

Maomao arched his elbow with its head, climbed up, and squeezed onto his shoulders where it could be touched by turning its head. Its tail made Song Yun's nose itch.

Who is serving who?Being an honored person was not happy yet, so he slapped his nose on his face just like that.But I can't throw it away, it's up to him if he likes to sleep.

"For Kitty Pei's sake, let you be presumptuous." Song Yun brushed his tail away from his face and stuffed it into the quilt, hearing the cat still meowing.

The author says:

The ranks of concubines are mixed and matched, and I picked up a few good-sounding ones to use.

"1" is quoted from Cui Jue's "Crying for Li Shangyin"