Chapter 470 The pain of deceiving comes to an end 18
He found a porcelain spoon and placed it in the center. When the spoon turned, all the concubines watched nervously. When the spoon stopped, the concubine who was not hit naturally smiled, teased, or flattered her.
If the spoon is transferred to the Queen or the person who has already been drawn, it will be transferred again naturally.
Soon Xining saw something strange. In fact, the spoon could be basically controlled, and there was also something wrong with the lottery bucket.
The beauty with a big mouth and a low status won the lottery. Xiliang is an ethnic minority area, and most of the women can ride horses, shoot arrows, and even dance. If you ask them to write poems and paintings, it is better to ask them to dance with a sword.
He also deliberately asked her to draw a picture of this palace banquet. You can imagine what Qian Meiren's picture would look like if she could draw a tiger even worse than a cat.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help it. Qian Meiren sat down with red eyes and could only force a smile along with everyone else.
And what Dai Zan drew was dancing. So Dai Zan went down and put on her dance skirt. She performed a Jinghong dance very well. In addition, she practiced martial arts, her ligaments were very flexible, and her movements were as graceful as Jinghong, which made people feel amazing.
After a round of performances, Concubine De and Concubine Xian were okay, but the one drawn was the better one. The virtuous concubine is a swordsman, and the virtuous concubine is good at writing. This is not a problem for the virtuous concubine who was born in the general's palace or the virtuous concubine who was the daughter of the prime minister. Xiao Meiren, who was not a martial artist, was performing archery. Half of the ten arrows were under the target. She lost her strength. The last two arrows landed two meters away, less than half the distance.
Miss Lin, who can't dance, thinks about the long-sleeved dance, even if she doesn't know how to dance, waving her sleeves a few times is still pretty. The movements were performed stiffly, but the long sleeves became knotted and could not be pulled apart for a long time. With a red face, they were pulled tighter and tighter, forming a tight knot.
He Meiren won the lottery for singing. He Meiren is an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs. Her only shortcoming is that her voice is hoarse and seems a bit weak when she lowers her voice. Most of the local songs in Xiliang need to be loud and high-pitched. The songs sung are so predictable that I almost stopped covering my ears.
Anyway, for other concubines, those who are drawn are usually their weak points. In the case of Dai Zan, the ones drawn are for their strengths. Who would believe it if it is a coincidence. Anyway, Xining didn’t believe it!
After laughing enough, Dai Zan said with a smile: "Your Majesty, all the sisters have performed today, and only the Queen is left."
Xining smiled secretly, and sure enough he would not let her go.
The other concubines, especially those who made a fool of themselves, wanted the queen to make a fool of themselves too, so that they would not be so embarrassed. They all responded, asking the queen to show her hand.
They all looked forward and begged, making it difficult for Xue Pinggui to step down. They also asked the queen warmly: "Third Sister, what do you think?"
Qian Meiren shouted: "Why don't I get someone who is good at it? Just pick anything!"
This big-mouthed girl hasn't learned how to dance well yet. It seems that she has to dance on hot coals to improve her memory.
The other concubines also followed suit and said, "There is no need to draw lots for the Queen, any one can be successful."
So Xining said with a smile: "I don't know many skills. If I am good at it, I am naturally the best at throwing embroidered balls."
At that time, the hydrangea fell into Xue Pinggui's arms impartially...
Xue Pinggui burst out laughing. Seeing the king laughing, everyone else laughed too, whether they knew it or not.
Xining let out a long sigh, as if recalling his lost youth: "In the past 18 years, I no longer hold a pen or read a book. The pen has been replaced by a knife for digging wild vegetables, and the ax used to chop wood has become a book."
It is true that he has been in debt for such a long time. Just when Xue Pinggui was about to give it up, he heard Wang Baochuan say: "My body has not recovered yet, and I can only let down all the sisters today. As an apology, I have prepared some small gifts." ”
After winking, Linglong standing aside immediately shouted: "Send a gift!"
Seven maids came up with trays and walked to Dai Zan and the six concubines respectively. There were folded rupas on the trays. Although Dai Zan was full of disgust, he still let the palace maid accept it. The concubines also accepted it one after another.
Qian Meiren picked up the ropa on the plate and opened it. She knew at a glance that it was embroidered by the embroiderer in the palace, and the embroidery was lotus, lotus root and lotus seeds. Just fold it and put it back on the plate.
The other concubines saw it with keen eyes and were suddenly moved. However, they did not open their own gifts. When they returned, they opened their gifts and saw that in addition to the same ones as Qian Meiren, others got peanuts, grapes, pomegranates, and peaches. . They all have the meaning of having many children, good fortune, and having a noble son early, which made several concubines feel angina pectoris.
The Queen has good intentions and wants them to have children as soon as possible, but with the princess here, who dares?
After Dai Zan returned, he gave the handkerchief to the little palace maid who was sweeping the floor at the door without looking at it.
The little palace maid opened it and saw that it was a peony. She was so frightened that she immediately knelt down and gave it back to Dai Zan.
Looking at the red peonies on the veil, they are bright and luxurious. Dai Zan sneered, and with a bit of pride, he took the handkerchief and threw it on the table next to him: "She knows what's going on. Find a place to put it away."
In this way, Xining lived a "separate" life in Zhaoyangyuan, weaving, reading, and became obsessed with farming. They moved all the flowers and plants in Zhaoyang courtyard and said they would plant fruits and vegetables. In order to please the Queen Mother, Mr. Fu did as he was told. He asked people to dig up several similar crops in the farmland that were already blooming and waiting to bear fruit. They dug them out with the roots and mud and planted them.
Xue Pinggui walked all the way from the door and saw vegetables such as green onions, leeks, garlic, radishes, and cabbage on the left, and wheat that had already headed on the right.
Even the pond was planted with lotus roots, and the red and yellow koi fish that looked beautiful and festive were all replaced by black edible carp and bream.
The trees were replaced by osmanthus trees, elm trees, plum trees, pomegranates, and apples. Not to mention pomegranates and apples, osmanthus is planted for the sake of sugar osmanthus in autumn, elm trees are for elm money, and plum trees are for plums, all for eating.
There are also many bamboos planted in the wet areas of the pond. Of course, it is not for the sake of being arty. I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo, but for the sake of having bamboo shoots in the spring.
The good Zhaoyangyuan has been turned into a small farmhouse.
Dai Zan secretly laughed at this a lot, and Xue Pinggui felt guilty. Wang Baochuan has really suffered a lot in the past 18 years. He has to eat all the food. He is afraid of hunger!
Mo Ming: "Hehe, are you a farmer's wife or a queen?"
Xi Ning, who was watching the palace maid watering the water, didn't care: "Doing this will make Dai Zan take it lightly."
Mo Ming's big watery eyes lit up: "Then kill her and become the only queen. Then kill Xue Pinggui, kill the prince, and become the queen!"
"Uh..." Xining smiled bitterly: "You are overthinking it again. Do you think the real Wang Baochuan is worthy of being the queen?"
Of course...no! A person who has a strong appearance and a strong will is not the material to be a king at all. It is even difficult to be an official. She is the daughter of the prime minister and has turned into a yellow-faced woman digging wild vegetables.
"I'm lazy again. Anyway, the originally good plot was ruined by you again and again, and I don't know where it went. You turned the palace fighting drama into farming. I really deserve you!"
Xining rolled his eyes: "Then do you have any good suggestions? How do you think I, who don't know how to use martial arts, can kill Dai Zan and Xue Pinggui?"
(End of chapter)