nashuaworldcup Chapter 317 Shaking Mushrooms on the Wall (The End)
Chapter 317 Shaking Mushrooms on the Wall (The End)
Wei Yanwan married Jinzhong, and to a certain extent, her status naturally changed, as Jinzhong had a wide network of connections.
She got promoted! She got promoted! She became the manager of the flower room.
Without Wei Yanwan, wouldn't Garfield's viciousness be greatly reduced? That won't do. This part of the plot is quite interesting, and it's necessary to move it forward.
Aruo.
Yes, it's her, it's her, it's definitely her.
Congratulations on her selection! Qingmo sent her to Consort Jia's palace.
Aruo doesn't need to kneel at the head of that scumbag dragon's bed every day anymore; she can kneel at the head of Jiafei's bed instead.
A treacherous servant, since he's kneeling anyway, what difference does it make which bedside he kneels at?
They're all the same, no need to worry about the details.
Jiafei Cat originally disliked Ruyi, otherwise it wouldn't have been possible for her to name Wei Yanwan "Ying'er" in the drama.
That's perfect, since A'Ruo happened to come from Ruyi's palace, her name Ying'er is just right.
"Your Majesty, I really can't hold on any longer. Could I please rest for a while?"
Aruo knelt on the ground, holding the candle high above her head. The scalding wax dripped onto her hands, solidified, and clung to her skin, visibly burning a large area red. The contrast between the old and new was quite terrifying.
Consort Jia didn't even lift her eyelids, slowly eating some snacks, and casually said, "Ying'er, I haven't slept yet, but you want to rest? Who gave you the guts? Keep kneeling, and if you dare to say another word, you'll regret it."
Aruo gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, but dared not utter another sound, and could only continue to maintain that humiliating posture.
Garfield is now carrying the Emperor's first precious child, and she is truly riding high on her success.
Of all the pregnant concubines in the palace, she is now the only one left. Ruyi and Hailan have both been sent to the Cold Palace. For her, the only threats now are the Noble Consort and the Empress. As for Consort Chun, she is not a threat.
The eldest prince and the third prince are not favored by His Majesty. If the second prince and the empress's legitimate son are excluded, wouldn't the child in her womb become more important?
Thinking of this, Consort Jia smiled smugly.
Unfortunately, before she could even make a move, she was placed under house arrest.
Qingmo directly issued an imperial decree, placing her under house arrest in her own palace, forbidding her from leaving the palace even a step, under the pretext of taking good care of her pregnancy.
They even dragged out her trusted confidante, Zhenshu, and beat her to death with sticks.
reason?
What reason do I, the emperor, need?
You have a problem with that? I'll shut you up.
Qingmo didn't want to kill Jin Yuyan because she was ruthless and vicious.
If it weren't for her being love-struck and having nothing but the Prince Yu in her heart, she would undoubtedly be the champion of this year's palace intrigue.
Then put him under house arrest for now, and see how things go. If things don't go well, then kill him.
Her throne was meant for the second prince. Consort Ling was gone, and even Yongqi was gone, greatly reducing the number of princes. But it didn't matter; quality is more important than quantity.
"Your Majesty, should we have the imperial physician take a look? I feel like Yonglian's illness is cured." Fucha Langhua glanced at Yonglian, her eyes full of smiles.
Qingmo chimed in, "I think I'm better now. It must be thanks to the Empress's careful care and the blessings of Heaven."
Empress Fucha Langhua quickly curtsied and said, "Your Majesty's great fortune has enabled Yonglian to have this turn of events. It is all thanks to Your Majesty's efforts."
"Langhua, I have decided to make Yonglian the Crown Prince. You should teach him well in the future, but don't be too harsh on him. After all, he is still a child. Don't worry, he is my legitimate son. As long as he is promising, the throne will naturally be left to him."
Upon hearing this, Empress Fucha Langhua's eyes were filled with surprise and gratitude. She quickly pulled Yonglian to kneel down and thank the emperor, saying, "Your Majesty is wise. I will do my best to teach Yonglian and live up to Your Majesty's expectations."
"Thank you, Father."
"Your Majesty, there's no need for such formalities. I trust you."
Hehe, Qingmo is still at ease about Fucha Langhua. She should hurry up and raise her son well, as she wants to retire and become the retired emperor.
Don't worry, she's definitely not the kind of emperor who's too old to die and waits until her son is old before abdicating.
She will definitely step down early, and then let Jue Er assist her from the side, there won't be any problems.
"Langhua, I feel that the Imperial Concubine has been by my side for so many years, yet she has no children. If any of the concubines give birth to a princess next time, you can choose a good-looking one and let the Imperial Concubine raise her."
"Xi Yue is beautiful and radiant. If you pick a pretty princess for her, she will be delighted."
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will make proper arrangements and will certainly not let Xiyue be lonely," Fucha Langhua replied with a smile.
Qingmo nodded in satisfaction.
She naturally had no intention of having Gao Xiyue give birth to a prince. Having a prince would give her ambition, and it would be just right for her to be a not-so-bright imperial concubine.
For Qingmo, being emperor was just so-so. She let Jueyi and Jueer do the work, while she was responsible for eating, drinking, and having fun. She would confiscate property from the emperor's house from time to time to replenish the national treasury. She was a very secure emperor.
What is the greatest advantage of being an emperor? It is that she can have the most beautiful dancers in the country come to the palace to dance for her.
Let's just put it that way.
Question King Zhou, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou.
This ancient-style dance is so charming and graceful; if she were a man, she really wouldn't be able to resist.
Uh! Okay.
She is now a man, and the most powerful man in the world.
If you have a beautiful woman in your arms, it would be a lie to say you're not tempted.
"Don't just think about it, take action. She can experience the joy that boys bring too."
Do you think I'm happy? Hehe.
It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken.
This way, there's no need for another generation to do it; she can do it.
As for the concubines in the harem, they probably didn't meet her standards. If she liked them, they were her happiness; if she didn't, they were just beasts of burden.
She only pays for what she likes.
Gao Xiyue clutched the handkerchief in her hand, and the thought of the Emperor watching the beauties dance made her want to tear the handkerchief to shreds.
She said indignantly, "Your Majesty, look at that Consort Li whom the Emperor has just appointed. That damned, seductive slut! All she does is dance. Look at her, she's made His Majesty completely infatuated."
"Her fur was so white it practically glowed; she looked exactly like a white fox spirit. You can't just stare at her like that."
Fucha Langhua was not as angry as Gao Xiyue. Her son was the Crown Prince and she was the Empress. Her position was unshakeable. As long as no one threatened her position, what did she have to be angry about?
“Sister Xiyue, there’s no need to be so angry. Don’t you know what kind of person our Emperor is? It’s just a momentary pleasure. In time, His Majesty will forget about it. New people replace the old. You should be able to accept it.”
Gao Xiyue: "But, Your Majesty, aren't you jealous? Whenever I see the Emperor being nice to someone else, I can't help but feel sour."
Fucha Langhua smiled and said, "Xiyue, you still don't understand. We can love His Majesty, but we should never expect His Majesty's love."
"Because His Majesty cannot love anyone, his affections are ephemeral. We only need to grasp what we can obtain, and that is enough."
"Think about Consort Xian in the Cold Palace. In the past, no one could match her in His Majesty's heart, right? She almost became Empress. But now? She's just a deposed consort."
"Think about Consort Jia, think about you, think about me. Who hasn't received the Emperor's fleeting favor? No one is an exception. If you're jealous of everyone, how can you possibly be jealous of everyone? Even if there's no Consort Li, there will be another Consort Lan, or Consort Yue."
After listening to Fucha Langhua's words, Gao Xiyue remained silent for a long time. The resentment in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of loneliness. "Your Majesty is right. I was too attached to appearances."
In this harem, as long as one has status and position, one need not expect the Emperor's love; in fact, they can live a very good life.
After that, the harem was peaceful. After all, with Qingmo as a powerful weapon, any concubine who disobeyed would be dealt with by her.
Who cares whose daughter you are? You can't possibly rebel.
"Come on, move it, move it quickly."
Since the shoe insole factory opened, this neglected place has been visited by people every day.
There was no way around it; the insoles, made by Ruyi, were embroidered too quickly.
In just one night, Ruyi could fill the entire room so much that it would be uninhabitable unless someone moved out.
At first, Hailan and Suxin would help with the embroidery at Ruyi's black factory, but they later realized that they could only make one pair every few days, which was no match for Ruyi's tens of thousands of pairs a day, so they gave up on the idea.
To maintain her dignity and to obtain armor, Ruyi embroidered day and night, all for the sake of appearances.
Even when Ruyi was in her sixties, her technique was still so fast that you could hardly see her hands. It must be said that Ruyi was truly a dignified person; she lived a dignified life.
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"Ding, congratulations on completing the mission. We will take you away from this world immediately."
"Ding, area score settled: 1000, balance..."
His cultivation level remained unchanged.
"Xiao Wu, let's start the next task."