Chapter 120: Safety

This day is a family banquet in the harem, arranged in Zhaoyang Hall. Not only the concubines, but also the noble daughters of the clan, princess and princess, and a number of princesses and concubines.
Yuan Luo and Queen Wei lined up on either side of Sikonglin. The imperial concubine and the empress were both on the high platform, which was not compliant with the rules. However, the imperial concubine and Si Konglin had the throne side by side, and naturally no one cared about this little rudeness.
The banquet on the New Year’s Day is particularly lively and gorgeous. Not only did the palace teaches various vaudevilles, but also called outstanding folk artists from outside the palace to perform. Even many princesses and concubines who love to lively have prepared singing and dancing. This era is not as particular about ethics as later generations, and famous ladies are proud of being good at vocal music.
Yuan Luo was holding a wine glass and looked at the dancing figure in the center of the wide hall with interest.
Concubine Zhuo Shu, dressed in a green palace costume, was performing, and the fast-rotating slim figure was particularly dazzling on the red embroidered gold thread carpet.
Concubine Zhuo Shu's face was plain, she didn't expect to dance so amazing.
After Concubine Zhuo Shu, a county lord showed off his voice again and sang a song praising the prosperity of the dynasty. The weak Du Zhaoyi put on a hunting suit and showed off a sword dance. Yuan Luo was amazed to see.
Even Queen Wei couldn't suppress her eagerness to try, and ordered the female officer to fetch the long piano and play a piece on the spot.
In all fairness, Queen Wei's piano art is quite good, and when the Queen's empress comes off the stage, everyone is constantly praised, and praised the sound of the sound which is pretty good.
Queen Wei smiled reservedly: "You are polite, everyone's singing and dancing are also excellent."
Yuan Luo, who glanced at the opposite side, smiled and said, "I don't know if the concubine is preparing for the show today? Let me open my eyes when I wait."
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone knew that the queen was not in harmony with the imperial concubine, and the origin of the imperial concubine had always been the focus of criticism. It is said that the family has been named as a declining family, and everyone is clear in their hearts, just the name.
Yuan Luo put aside the wine glass, this dead girl liked to poke herself if she had nothing to do. At the same time, he deeply reflected on whether his temper was so good these days that many imperial concubines no longer feared themselves.
Although this was originally Yuan Luo's goal, but sometimes a little irritable.
"Since the Queen has spoken, this palace is not easy to hide. Speaking of which, the palace has been practicing painting skills recently and has made great progress. It is better to paint a picture to open your eyes."
The people in the hall were a little bit funny when they listened. What is an eye-opener? Would anyone praise themselves so much before painting?
Queen Wei said with a smile, "Then I'm looking forward to it."
Yuan Luo stood up slowly, and when she passed by Queen Wei, she lowered her voice and laughed, "Then turn your head up."
Empress Wei stiffened, her cheeks flushed with anger, and she was bulging like a pufferfish.
Liu Xiuchun has hurriedly brought the little to the desk and prepared pen, ink, paper, inkstone and various colors of paint.
Yuan Luo walked to the table and waved a big pen, but with a little bit of tea, she raised her head and said, "It's finished."
Everyone in the hall was shocked, and I had never seen painting so fast. Everyone is even more curious about the quality of the finished product.
Yuan Luo instructed the two eunuchs: "Show the works of the palace to all the sisters and ladies."
Everyone looked at it intently.
Those with flattering attributes, thinking of Yuan Luo's overwhelming power at this time, prepared to pinch his nose to compliment no matter how bad the painting was. At this time, he was dumbfounded when he saw this painting and couldn't export it.
Because it can't be called a painting at all. On the snow-white paper, there are only a few thick ink marks, which are messy and disorderly.
Yuan Luo laughed: "How is this painting in this palace? Please taste it."
Everyone looked at each other, and didn't know whether they should praise their conscience or remain silent. The main reason is that this painting is too far beyond their tolerance limits. It is praised, and it may become a joke in the capital in the future.
Concubine Zhuo Shu couldn't help asking, "What kind of scene does the painting of the unknown empress describe?"
Yuan Luo said lightly, "Can't you see this? Of course it's a snow scene."
Everyone:...
This vast expanse of whiteness can really be regarded as a snow scene.
Princess Yichang asked: "The black in it..."
"Those black are the houses in the snow."
Everyone is complaining, is there such an ugly house? Isn't such a house a mess of wood?
"Speaking of which, these private houses look like some messy wood." Yuan Luo came to his masterpiece and touched his chin.
It turns out that this imperial concubine also knows herself.
Yuan Luo glanced across the noble ladies in the hall and raised her voice: "This kind of messy wood-like house is exactly the real scene under the blizzard in Beijing today, and it is what I saw with my own eyes."
In the astonished sight of everyone, Yuan Luo walked to the hall.
"The emperor, and you all, today, in the high seat hall, what we ate is splendid, satin, silk, ambergris burning around, and golden velvet under our feet, enjoying the day of swallowing beads and eating jade, but not I know how many people have been struggling since the beginning of winter. In the recent blizzards, there have been 2,221 residential damages in the capital, and more than 8,000 people have been affected. This is the case at the feet of the emperor in the capital. There are so many people who have been displaced. Even those who barely suffer from disasters, they live in thatched huts and are wrapped in linen cloth. The days are difficult..."
She went to the palace to see the scene of the snow disaster in Beijing.
Sikonglin thought for a while, "Is that the story in "Ma Liang" that A Luo told me before?"
The picture book Yuan Luo made for him before, combined with folk tales, filled a lot of people's livelihood issues at the bottom of the population, and guided Sikonglin's three views, so now Yuan Luo remembered the snow disaster when he mentioned it.
"The emperor is wise." Yuan Luo smiled kindly at Si Konglin.
"So this palace drew this snow disaster house map today. It is an advocacy, sisters in the harem, and ladies, if you have more money, you may wish to donate it. This palace wants to set up a special fund for this time. The people affected by the disaster built houses and bought food and clothing so that they could survive this winter safely."
Everyone in Queen Wei was stunned. How did the good banquet suddenly change its style and become a government fundraising meeting.
"Since this palace is the first advocate, it will be a good start."
The imperial chief Liu Xiuchun personally took the little eunuch, holding a large golden lacquer tray, and knelt in front of Yuan Luo.
Yuan Luo pulled out the golden phoenix with a bunch of rubies from her hair bun and put it in a tray: "In addition to this golden hairpin, the palace will also donate thousands of silver patterns to help the victims."
Looking at the people who were still in a daze, Yuan Luo kindly added: "This donation is all voluntary. Everyone will do what we can. After the victims are relieved, a stone tablet will be erected outside the city to engrave all of you. Credit."
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The nobles have complicated faces. If you really do what you can, cry for the poor and have no money, and donate only one or twenty taels, which will be engraved on the stele in the future, that would be a public sentence. Can only catch the ducks on the shelves. Fortunately, the standard set by the imperial concubine was barely acceptable, one thousand taels.
The imperial concubine donated one thousand taels, so these follow-ups could not steal the imperial concubine's limelight.
Except for one person.
Empress Wei looked at the plate brought in front of her with a twitching corner of her mouth. This kind of thing, shouldn't it be her empress's duty, that this woman took the limelight again.
Angrily, she pulled out the hairpin with twelve large pearls inlaid, threw it on the tray, and raised her voice: "My palace donated three thousand taels."
Yuan Luoxi smiled and bowed and said, "The empress is really kind."
Queen Wei sat up upright contentedly, as if she pressed Yuan Luo a head, turned her head to think about it, but there was another pain. That was her favorite pearl hairpin, and the night pearl in the middle was hard to find. Looking at Yuan Luo again, he was hypocritical in every way.
Fortunately, other people didn't entangle like this. According to their status, they were 800 taels, 600 miles, and 300 taels.
Yuan Luo returned to his seat and was very satisfied with the increase in the amount of money accumulated.
The people who reluctantly paid for the money in the audience were not so relaxed. Many of them still wondered how a good palace banquet suddenly turned into a charity party.

At the end of the banquet, Yuan Luo returned to Zichen Palace.
Lian Yanqiu came out from the main hall. Yuan Luo couldn't wait to ask: "How much money did you receive in total?" Liu Xiuchun had already sent both the silver and silver donations to the Zichen Palace.
Lian Yanqiu replied: "The total amount of silver is forty-six thousand one hundred taels. There are too many jewelry to be counted, so I can only count them slowly."
Yuan Luo couldn't wait to take a look at the list of accounts, and the list of numbers above made her excited and let out a satisfied cheer.
Lian Yanqiu wanted to laugh, in such a mood, it was really like a cat stealing a fat fish with a mouth full of fat, snoring comfortably. After a pause, he asked, "How did the empress think of this trick?"
"Who makes them always like to laugh at me. They can't be laughed at for nothing, and simply collect some money." Yuan Luo closed the accounts.
"Ha, congratulations, Niang Niang's small vault has become a lot richer. It's just that these pearl hairpin jewelry are too distinctive to be directly collected in the warehouse. It is better to send them to the workshop and disassemble them before processing."
"No need, just auction it out." The value of those jewelry is not only the material, but also the exquisite craftsmanship. Dealing with it after dismantling will greatly depreciate.
"Also give the lady who likes her pearl hairpin a chance to take things back. After all, gentlemen don't seize the love of others." Yuan Luo said very considerately.
"Niang Niang." Lian Yanqiu's eyebrows twitched slightly. With this method, one can imagine that those noble ladies would spend more money.
Lian Yanqiu hesitated for a moment, and euphemistically persuaded: "Niangniang, this kind of money-gathering is too opportunistic, Niangniang shouldn't repeat it in the future."
"My palace knows that this time it was a surprise to achieve this result. Once they are prepared, they will never pay for the reputation of the palace."
Lian Yanqiu laughed out loud: "Emperor is wise." What he worried about was that Yuan Luo's indulging in such small tricks intensified the contradiction with the family's elite.
"There won't be another time. People know themselves." Yuan Luo shrugged, "This money is for the victims of the disaster in Beijing. The people in Beijing have an extra tile to cover the wind and rain, and an extra grain of rice to satisfy their hunger. Wouldn't it be better than being moldy locked in a box."
Lian Yanqiu was surprised, "The empress meant that she really wanted to send this money out of the city."
Yuan Luo said with a calm face, hey, is the lord even suspicious of the character of the palace?
Lian Yanqiu put away his surprise and looked solemnly, "What percentage is your mother going to put out to help the victims?"
"Of course I took out everything." It seems that his character is really a problem.
Lian Yanqiu's expression was solemn: "The news of Niang Niang's move will surely praise Niang Niang for her kindness."
Yuan Luo blinked. This was originally her goal. The strategy for the most recent period is to seize every opportunity to ruin the reputation of the East Sea King, and at the same time give himself reputation.
"Isn't it a good thing that the reputation of this palace becomes better?"
Lian Yanqiu took a deep look at her, "Niang Niang wise."

Queen Wei returned to Kunning Palace angrily.
The confidant female officer around him persuaded: "The lady should not break her body because of such petty people. She is just a poor and humble person, so she can use all means to search for money."
Queen Wei still sulked, and it took a long time to persuade her to become a little bit more embarrassed. Then he asked: "By the way, what "Ma Liang" was mentioned by the emperor before and what happened?"
Mother Miao thought for a while, and said, "I heard that Zichen Palace had made some scripts for the emperor to read. It must be the case."
"Show it to my palace."
He did not recognize himself! How about the sight of the protagonist in the original work? I have changed too much. After all, the imperial concubines are all golden hairpins, with heavy makeup. But now pretending to be Li Jieyu, with his face turned upside down, there are more scars on his face.
Yuan Luo suppressed his heart and nodded pretentiously: "I've heard that General Gu was incorporated into the guard, and I saw it from a distance when I went out. I just didn't expect to see it here." The answer was very vague, but Gu Yi automatically completed the process. The disposal of Gu's family was a major event in the court, and the palace officials knew it was normal.
Gu Yi said solemnly, "Sorry, the girl was frightened."
It's quite frightening!
Yuan Luo finally confirmed that there was no haunting in Yuxiu Palace, and while he was relieved, a fire broke out in his heart, because of his gaffe.
You're not good at yourself, what kind of paper money are you burning here in the middle of the night? Is the work of the guard so leisurely?
In anger, Yuan Luo dare not say anything. She is afraid of revealing.
In silence, Gu Yi looked at Yuan Luo twice again. By the light of the fire, he could see Yuan Luo's face clearly, somewhat familiar, and the thick and beautiful face that impressed him was just more elegant. It's a pity that the scars and dark spots will only be 20-30% of the original.
Startled by the look in his eyes, Yuan Luo couldn't help taking a step back.
"Wait a minute..." Gu Yi's reminder was still too late. Yuan Luo stepped on the small basket.