What happened in the imperial garden was like a small stone thrown into the sea, splashing a small splash of water, and then quickly returned to peace. The big men turned a blind eye and would not care even if they saw it.

There are more important things to wait for them to see and do.

"Empress, Empress!" In the yard of Changchun Palace, the palace maid Mingyu hurried over and tried hard to follow her breath, "I'm going to choose the palace soon, you should prepare earlier!"

In such a huge yard, there are only jasmine flowers blooming.

Layered light white petals are dotted among the dark green leaves. Among them is a woman in plain clothes, holding gold scissors and trimming the branches intently.

When the wind blows, there is only the sound of leaves shaking and the sound of clicking.

Did she not hear it, or did she pretend that she didn't hear it? Mingyu was a little confused and had to wink at a beautiful palace maid next to her.

This palace maid was also dressed in plain clothes and holding a copper kettle in her hand. At first glance, it looked inconspicuous, just like a palace maid who had just entered the palace, but in fact, it was the great palace maid who served the Queen. Her status and weight were only a handful of palace maids.

Therefore, what Mingyu dares not say can be said, and what Mingyu dares not do can be done.

After taking a step forward, Erqing asked in a low voice: "Empress?"

Crack, a jasmine left the branch, and the woman in plain clothes turned around holding the jasmine in her hand. The spring scenery in the garden suddenly faded in front of her. The boundless orchid seemed to exist to set off her.

The orchid in the true empty valley is independent of the world.

It is the current queen, Fucha.

"Today's show girls are competing for beauty, what are I ready for?" Queen Fucha closed her eyes, lowered her head and sniffed the orchid in her hand, and smiled gently, "It's better to stay and serve the flowers."

The emperor was so anxious that the eunuch was desperate. Mingyu scratched his ears and cheeks, as if a monkey who couldn't eat bananas: "How can that be done? If the empress doesn't go, wouldn't she give Chu Xiugong the chance!"

"Mingyu, be careful!" Erqing looked like a monkey-taught monk. With an unhappy look, Mingyu calmed down. Later, she said to Queen Fucha with a happy look, "But Empress, the palace selection is a big deal, you should go and have a look. Otherwise, the Queen Mother knew, and you should blame you for ignoring the palace affairs again!"

It is said that when you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea. If this is true, the big fish in the sea eat small fish, and one end of the palace is the only one who can make Queen Fucha put down the branches.

"Oh." Queen Fucha had no choice but to get up and patted the dirt on her skirt. "Little little grade, so nagging, then go and have a look!"

Mingyu was happy and jumped three feet high: "Empress, I will dress you up immediately!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away, and in the blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace, leaving only dust flying behind her.

"What a monkey." Queen Fucha shook her head helplessly.

"She is just a monkey, and this--" Erqing stepped forward and carefully picked off the small jasmine ball on the queen's temple. The queen was slightly stunned at first, but laughed silently.

The location of the talent show is set in the Yanhui Loft of the Imperial Garden.

It was said that it was dressing up, but in fact it was just a little cleaner dress and washed away the soil on his hands with clean water. However, even though his face was plain, Queen Fucha still overcame many of the girls present, one because of her appearance and the other because of her status.

However, some people do not take her status seriously.

"Concubine Hui is here!"

As the eunuch sang, a rich-made concubine walked into Yanhui's attic with a graceful manner, with the help of her maid.

Some women cannot put on makeup, and when they are thicker, they will appear vulgar, such as Queen Fucha.

But some women must wear heavy makeup and wear rings, such as the Concubine Hui in front of her. There are two precious east bead pendants on her ears, and a string of jade bracelets made of eighteen green beads and two tourmalines are wrapped around her wrists. Especially on her head, there is a big wing on her head, the pearls are decorated with silver green butterflies and ruby ​​peonies. Both are vivid. As her steps, the butterflies fly and the peonies tremble.

If so many jewelry is placed on another person, I am afraid that this person will become a jewelry rack. Others can only see jewelry and not see others. However, Concubine Hui is different. She is as beautiful as a peony, and she suppresses the jewel spirit of this body.

She walked up to the queen and squatted and gave a squat. Whether it was her movements or voices, she exuded an unconcealed perfunctory feeling: "I respectfully invite the Queen to the Holy An."

Erqing had no expression on her face, but Mingyu was already angry. With only one word from Queen Fucha, the monkey could jump up and throw her into a big slap. However, Queen Fucha just smiled and said, "No gift."

Before he finished speaking, Concubine Hui stood up, walked to the queen's head and sat down. She raised her hand to take the tea handed over by the maid, took a sip, then put down the tea cup, and commented on the show girls outside: "This show girls are of good quality, but there are a few pretty and lovely people."

The queen looked calm: "My Qing Dynasty talent show was different from the previous dynasty. She had to choose a daughter who came from a famous family and had both virtue and served the emperor, which had nothing to do with her appearance."

Concubine Hui covered her lips and smiled. This smile seemed to be full of peonies, and the country was beautiful. Not to mention men, even women had to be worried about her romantic and colorful: "Then you can't choose a bunch of crooked melons and dates. The emperor should be so upset that it will also affect the appearance of the emperor, right?"

It seemed ordinary conversation, but it was actually a hidden murderous intent. The people around him were silent. The girls looked down and didn't even dare to breathe.

Although orchids and peonies have their own beauty, if two flowers fight each other, they will lose one after another. To everyone's surprise, Empress Fucha seemed to take a step back, and she said calmly: "No matter how beautiful the girls are, they are not as beautiful as the concubines."

Seeing her giving in, Concubine Hui was even more proud, and a silver bell-like chuck came out of her mouth, and said while laughing: "Empress, I am sorry, I am ashamed of you, but the peony country is beautiful and beautiful, and it is the king of flowers, and it is not everyone deserves it!"

"You..." Ming Yu was furious and was about to curse and betrayal, but he saw the queen wave his hand at her. Although he was unwilling to do so, he could only clench his fists and retreat.

"The Emperor is here!"

A singing interrupted the confrontation between the two. Shaoqing, a tall and handsome man walked in with his hands behind his back. In contrast, his outfit was more similar to Queen Fucha. Neither of them had too many jewelry embellishments on them. The black-green regular clothes looked extremely capable and quiet, with a scent of ink on the sleeves. It seemed that before coming here, he had handled a bunch of official documents before the case.

This person is the current saint, Hongli.

"I (sub) respectfully invite the emperor to the holy peace."

"No gift." Hongli quickly walked to Queen Fucha, reached out to help her up, and a gentle look appeared on her handsome face, "The queen doesn't have to be too polite."

The previous sentence was said to everyone, but now this sentence is just said to her.

Concubine Hui stared at the hands of the two holding each other expressionlessly, and a hint of jealousy appeared in her eyes.

Hongli had never seen this jealousy. This draft was more like a routine for him. He helped Queen Fucha sit down, and then he also sat on the imperial desk casually, supported his cheek with one hand, and casually ordered: "Let's start."

"No!" The eunuch said, "Socholuo Yuli, the daughter of Dali Temple Minister Socholuo, Daojin, is fifteen years old."

A tall and thin girl hurriedly walked up to her.

Hongli narrowed his eyes and looked at her, saying, "It's so windy today, so it's quite hard to stand."

"No, it's not a problem." The girl replied hurriedly, but unexpectedly, Concubine Hui chuckled, "Yes, Master, this person is too thin, and a gust of wind can blow people away."

Although Hongli stopped talking, he pursed his lips and smiled.

The eunuch is the best at looking at people's faces. When he saw this smile, he immediately said, "Give flowers."

A little eunuch immediately came up with a silver plate of flowers. The tall and thin girl had no choice but to leave with the flowers.

"The daughter of Gan Ruyu, the minister of Shangsiyuan, is sixteen years old."

A show girl who was too round and had developed into a ball came forward.

Hongli smiled at a glance: "How many meals a day?"

Since it was the emperor's question, he didn't answer, and the round and beautiful woman blushed and said, "San Du."

"More than that," said Hongli, "It's at least five meals. Otherwise, no matter how you eat this body, you'll be able to catch up with the sumo wrestlers raised in the palace."

There is no longer more sumo wrestlers in the palace, and there is no need for the harem.

"Give flowers!" The eunuch immediately said: "Zhang Jiaruhong, the daughter of Zhang Jiasixian, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, is fifteen years old."

A charming girl with charcoal skin stepped forward.

Two beautiful girls were not selected before and after, and the beautiful girls were a little nervous, afraid that Hongli would ask questions.

"Do you bask in the sun every day with soy sauce?" However, he asked again.

But this question was too strange. The black-faced girl yelled, then shook her head blankly: "No, my daughter has lived in the deep boudoir for a long time and rarely goes out to bask in the sun..."

"Haha!" Concubine Hui laughed out loud, "The emperor said you are dark-faced, oh, look carefully and there are spots on it!"

The black-faced show girl was blushed by her smile, and her eyes were filled with tears. After taking the gift of flowers, she turned around and ran away. Behind her was the eunuch's scroll name: "Next, Wu Ya Qingdai, the daughter of Wu Ya Xiongshan, Taichang Temple Minister Wu Ya Qingdai, at the age of 17."

Shaoqing, a beautiful woman came out.

Unlike her former domineering and domineering nature in the imperial garden, she now restrains her sharpness and shows her the only one of her most beautiful side - her walking posture.

Every beauty has her unique features. Queen Fucha’s valley orchid, Concubine Hui’s peony national color, and her appearance, Wuya and Qingdai are naturally not as good as these two people. However, her walking posture is very light and beautiful. When ten people walk together, others will definitely notice her at first sight.

Even if you don't notice her walking posture, you will notice-

"Hmm?" Concubine Hui suddenly raised her eyebrows, "What is on the ground?"

Everyone looked in the sound and saw two long strings of lotus marks where Wu Ya Qingdai passed by, blooming among the beautiful girl and ending at Wu Ya Qingdai's feet.

Hongli's voice came from above his head: "What's going on your feet?"

He indeed noticed...

Wu Ya Qingdai was ecstatic. Even though she tried her best to suppress her, she still showed her face, and even her voice was trembling with joy: "Your Majesty - this is called "By step by step."
Chapter completed!