Chapter 546: 546
His Little Concubine indeed noticed his attire as he had hoped.
He felt a secret joy, strangely enough, he had heard nurous flatteries whether from court officials or from people like Zhang Qing and Hu Miaomiao, and he never took them to heart, finding them tireso after a while.
But it was different with his Little Concubine; whether her praises were intentional or casual, they were always sincere and well-founded.
He felt delighted, because no matter how much others praised, none compared to a single word from his Little Concubine. The complints from her lips always sounded nicer and more genuine.
His Little Concubine also loved to praise him, from the initial awkwardness to the increasingly effortless flattery that relaxed him completely, especially when she had favors to ask.
Lian Hua pondered, recalling bit by bit, “Tall and stately, elegant, elegant sothing, then like a graceful tree against the breeze, uh…”
Scratching her head, she seed to have forgotten, that phrase was four characters long, a bit long, not commonly used.
That was the phrase, but this little rascal got it mixed up, morizing praises as if reciting from a book.
The Emperor couldn’t help but laugh silently, not giving any clues, just watching her playfully, “Elegant what?”
His Little Concubine hated rote learning the most; now let’s see how she morizes.
He loved seeing her like this, helpless and begging for his help, which softened his heart completely. Whenever this happened, he could find an opportunity to seek a reward from her.
Lian Hua did not notice the Emperor’s expression; her mind was fully occupied trying to rember that exact phrase, feeling it perfectly described His Majesty at this mont. She had specifically morized it and even had Xiao Linzi help her rember it.
Rembering Xiao Linzi, under the Emperor’s gaze, she did not hesitate and turned to shout outside, “Is Xiao Linzi there?”
The Emperor raised his eyebrows, wondering why she needed to call that Young Eunuch to praise him.
Rembering how his Little Concubine had Xiao Linzi recite love poems for him initially, the Emperor fell silent, hmm…
From outside ca a response, “Xiao Linzi is not here, but I am here, Master, what do you need?”
The voice had barely faded when Xiao Jizi appeared at the doorway.
“Oh, it’s you,” Lian Hua said, disappointed, feeling it useless to ask Xiao Jizi, “Never mind, you can go.”
“Oh…” Xiao Jizi was puzzled, “Yes…”
He walked away bewildered, noticing the disappointnt on his master’s face.
Could there be sothing that the fool could do that he couldn’t?
Was it about gathering herbs? No, that should not have let the master find out.
He was also busy, guarding the entire Canglan Court and watching for any disturbances with the people from Star Palace. With such a major event, now in Canglan Court, there was no idle person, oh, except for his own master.
Even the Emperor was sowhat unclear about her thoughts and couldn’t help but pull her closer, wrapping his arms around her and asking, “What’s the matter?”
Lian Hua pouted, “Thinking about how to praise you, sir, but I forgot the phrase; I need to think again.”
It was torturously frustrating; the words were on the tip of her tongue.
For praising His Majesty, she had done quite a bit of howork, jotting down anything appropriate whenever she saw it.
She hadn’t done this before, but each ti she needed sothing from His Majesty, cough cough, either to praise or to coax him, she ran out of words, repeating the sa phrases over, which weren’t effective.
Sotis His Majesty was so stoic that she ran out of complints, hence she ca up with this great idea: to write them down, always having one that would delight His Majesty.
Of course, her praises for His Majesty were always sincere. She wrote them down rely to expand her vocabulary, to review the old in order to know the new. Indeed, her comndations for His Majesty were truly heartfelt, not hollow flatteries without substance.
As the saying goes, relying on one’s mory is not as good as relying on a pen. Her mory was poor, but she was full of clever ideas. Whatever she wanted to do, she did it very seriously, and writing things down was just one of those tasks.
Oh yes, she rembered.
Lian Hua had a spark of inspiration and knew where to find the phrase.
The Emperor felt very helpless; he just wanted to tease her a bit and hear her sing a few praises, but he hadn’t expected this question to stump her. He had no choice but to prompt her, “Is it perhaps the part about being ‘eight feet tall, with distinguished bearing’…”
Lian Hua interrupted directly, “My lord, please don’t speak. Wait here for , I’ll check the phrase and co back.”
How could Master Kua’s words co from his own mouth?
She needed to be sincere to make his heart burst with joy from her praises.
Lian Hua said this as she freed herself from the Emperor’s grasp and turned towards the inner chamber.
The Emperor was instantly puzzled, watching her enter.
Go check the phrase?
What does this an?
Did she need to consult a book to praise him?
This seed just like taking an exam at school…
The workings of his Little Concubine’s mind always surpassed common sense, sotis really making him unable to grasp what she was thinking.
Since he couldn’t figure it out, he might as well see for himself.
Thinking this, the Emperor also rose and walked towards the inner chamber.
Just as he reached the moon gate, he saw her bowing her head, one hand on the bed and the other feeling around the edge of the bed. After a “click” sound, in no ti, she drew out a notebook and placed it on the bed. With another “click,” she closed sothing.
She blocked the front of the bed completely, and he couldn’t tell where she had found these items.
The Emperor felt very strange. He used this bed daily but had never noticed that things could be placed there, never paying it any mind.
He went over and stood behind her, curious about what she was up to.
After Lian Hua picked up the notebook, she flipped through it, feeling too uncomfortable bending over with her growing belly, not as nimble as before.
She held her waist and stood up, taking the notebook to the dressing table, placing it there, and skillfully sitting down on the stool, she began to flip through it seriously, not noticing the presence behind her.
As she moved away from the bed, the Emperor’s gaze fell on the area that seed to have a secret compartnt. He glanced at it twice, retracted his gaze, and followed her.
He wanted to see what his Little Concubine was up to.
To the north of the Imperial Capital, where Northern Liaoning ets Eastern Liaoning.
Two vagrants, clad in rags and shod in broken shoes, each leaning on a stick, entered the village. They seed to have lice, scratching themselves now and then, exhaling puffs of white breath. From afar, one could sll a stench.
The two were unremarkable in appearance—indistinguishable if thrown into a crowd, their faces filthy. Their hair clung with dust and possibly lice; they seed to have slept sprawled out sowhere the previous night, with bits of grass on their tattered coats and tangled hair, their hands and faces cracked and weathered.
Such people, to put it nicely, were called vagrants; less flatteringly, they were called beggars. Especially these two, who in their sleaziness exhibited a cunning nature, always seed the type to bully the weak and fear the strong, their eyes furtively scanning their surroundings.
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