The Princess's Notebook

It was almost dawn now, and Shiqi Niang heard a very familiar voice giving a lecture in a trance.

"What, have you been confused studying the Criminal Code? You are a son of a noble family, a pillar of the country, but you are forced into the government by a small servant. What a shame. Is that girl's whole family full of brainless idiots?

Yes, it is indeed an idiot, an idiot like you."

Shiqi Niang jumped up in a daze and refuted loudly: "Oh, that's amazing! The young master not only understands the law, but also understands human nature. He is really a great pillar. If there were a few more pillars like him in our dynasty over the past hundred years, they would have been eaten up by others and reincarnated into another generation."

Seeing that she was stubborn and unyielding, the man said angrily, "No wonder you look like this. You were born in a humble family and don't know the ways of the officialdom."

"My dear young man, I have a piece of advice for you. You can't bear to see me like this. Turn left when you leave. I won't see you off. Don't come here again in the future. Who do you think is happy to see you every day?"

Although she couldn't see it clearly in her dream, when Shiqi Niang said this, she could vaguely see the young man shaking his sleeves in anger, turning his head and saying "stubborn" before walking away.

It looked like she had really pissed someone off, and Shiqi Niang laughed out loud, looking up to the sky, feeling extremely pleased.

This is the life that Seventeenth Mother should live.

All that happened before was just cowardice.

From now on, it’s better not to see each other again.

Just when Shiqi Niang was happy, a gentle voice sounded beside her ear, "Shiqi, Shiqi, it's time to get up! If you sleep any longer, you will miss breakfast soon."

Shiqi Niang rubbed her eyes in a daze, half opened them, and saw that it was Aunt Feng who called her. She muttered, "Aunt, I was dreaming about something good, and you woke me up. I don't know if I can dream again in a while. Oh, it's such a pity."

Aunt Feng reached out and stroked her arm, rocking it gently. "It's time to wake up, my son. What good things can you dream of? None of us in Qiu Shuang Ju is under the care of the Bodhisattva. There is no good thing. You'd better get up. If you miss the breakfast in the big kitchen, you will have to pay more money to the cook to beg for food."

When Shiqi Niang heard Aunt Feng talking about silver, she opened her eyes with a start and suddenly came to her senses.

"Auntie, what silver? Wasn't it enough to punish me for confinement yesterday? Do you still want to fine me a monthly salary?"

Speaking of money, Aunt Feng's slender figure trembled slightly in the spring breeze that came through the window.

She sighed softly, "No, no... there is no fine... it's... it's... it's... it's because I, your aunt, have no ability. I was not born into a good family, and I don't have a dowry of a copper coin. So my son, at such a young age, has to work hard all day for a few copper coins... it's all because of me, your aunt, who have no ability... no ability..."

Seeing that the monk was about to start chanting again, Shiqi Niang immediately got goose bumps all over her arms.

He gathered his inner clothes and jumped off the couch.

He grabbed Aunt Feng and said, "Aunt, get up quickly. As a son, how can I care about your money? I was just thinking about what the lady asked yesterday. She said..."

In order to pull Aunt Feng out of the quagmire of self-pity, Shiqi Niang used her ability to make up stories when writing storybooks and made up a whole story about the lady's trip yesterday.

Aunt Feng was so frightened that she stopped talking about the silver.

After breakfast, Shiqi Niang heard Jin Gui say that Aunt Shangguan had woken up. She hurried to check on her and saw that she had regained consciousness and no longer looked crazy. She went back to sit down by the south window.

There was a small table under the south window, with half of its legs missing from the east side and a large patch of paint broken from the west side. On it were just ordinary writing brushes, inkstones, paper and inkstones. In addition, there were newly acquired storybooks, such as "The Secret of the Eastern Palace", "The Imperial Concubine, the New Emperor and the New Scholar", and "The Third Marriage of Li Sanniang"...

Shiqi Niang turned back and forth on the rose chair, and after staring blankly for a long time, she slowly began to grind the ink.

I was thinking to myself: After being confined for a month, what kind of fresh storybook should I write to make up for the money I lost in the past few months?
After much thought, I still can't come up with any new ideas.

The young lady put one hand on the paperweight, rubbing it constantly, muttering to herself: It's all that eunuch's fault. He can't show off his power in the palace because he has to endure the bullying. I don't know where he found this sorcerer who comes into my dreams every night to show off his power.

Suddenly, the young lady pursed her lips and smiled.

Hehe, got it.

Isn't this guy a eunuch? A very young eunuch at that? He must be unmarried.

Thinking of this, Shiqi Niang wrote on the rice paper: The marriage life of the eunuch

Chapter 1: Encountering a pretty lady on a snowy night, the eunuch is reluctant to do so

It is said that there was a Song State in the past, the country was weak and the people were tired, and the imperial city was small. Two miles outside the Yanqing Gate of the capital, there is a Taiping Street, which is the most novel place at the moment, because most of the eunuchs and eunuchs serving in the palace have their houses here. The second courtyard at the beginning is the residence of a low-ranking eunuch.

This young eunuch was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with eyes like copper bells and a face like bitter buckwheat, and his appearance was so difficult to describe.

One day, the man went out to buy something, but encountered a snowstorm that blocked his way, so he had to stay in a dilapidated temple. In the middle of the night, the snow fell heavily and the ghost wind howled.

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door.

The eunuch looked outside intently and saw the temple door wide open. A young woman in pink clothes and hairpins came out gracefully from the wind and snow.

……

Let’s not talk about how Shiqi Niang became happier as she wrote, and let’s talk about the eunuch in Huili Tower.

This fellow was scolded openly by Seventeenth Lady downstairs yesterday. He returned to the palace with murderous intent all the way. He walked straight to the East Palace in the northeast corner of the imperial city and entered the main hall.

It turned out that this eunuch was none other than our crown prince, Zhao Feiran. He was always a person who cursed people, but when had he ever been cursed like this?

Just yesterday, when he was just finishing his work and was still being helped to change his clothes, he told Zhonglangjiang Sun Du through the window, "I'll give you half an hour. Who is that person today? Hand it to my desk."

However, as luck would have it, before half an hour had passed, the Grand Tutor came to Zhao Feiran to discuss important matters, and they stayed until midnight. Zhao Feiran had forgotten about the matter. Seeing this, everyone in the East Palace didn't care. They all said that His Highness was always like this. If you get angry, he will fight back on the spot. If you don't have the chance, then forget it.

It's not a big deal.

This morning, when everyone thought that the matter was really over, the female official in charge of the accounts of the Eastern Palace saw Zhao Feiran standing up with a sullen face. She sighed silently in her heart: How could it be more serious than when he came back yesterday?

Did something go wrong at night?

Zhao Feiran didn't like anyone serving him closely while he was sleeping, so naturally no one could answer.

When she got up to change her clothes, the female official moved very lightly. She glanced at Zhao Feiran in the bronze mirror from time to time. Seeing his frown, she became more and more impatient. She felt uneasy for a moment, and her hands trembled slightly. She hoped in her heart: Your Highness, just scold me a few words, don't hold it in.

The female accountant, who was in her twenties, was a rare and clever person. Because the East Palace was the son of the current queen, he had been doted on since childhood and had been the Crown Prince since birth. He had never seen the brothers fighting and fathers killing each other in the previous dynasty. Therefore, the entire East Palace was luxurious and magnificent, and everything he saw was a treasure, and all the people who served him were smart.

Zhao Feiran was acting so strangely right now that even though she had been serving in the Eastern Palace for many years, she had rarely seen such behavior.

While trying to calm himself and helping Zhao Feiran get dressed, he was thinking about asking the eunuch who served in the outer room last night to find out what the reason was.

Your Highness was merely criticized a few times. Logically, you should have forgotten about it long ago and not gotten even more angry.

Before the female official could figure out anything, she heard Zhao Feiran chase her away, "Get out, you are not needed here. Go to the outer room and invite Zhonglangjiang Sun Du in."

The female official bowed and left. When she reached the eaves, she saw Sun Du waiting in the courtyard.

"General Sun, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants you in."

Sun Du bowed, thanked him, and walked in with great vigor.

The female official did not dare to stay any longer and slowly returned to her own residence. With nothing else to do, she began to think about what went wrong last night.

As for Sun Du, who was inside, he had just bowed when Zhao Feiran asked, "What's the news?"

Sun Du immediately took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince opened it and his face grew darker the more he looked at it.

Nothing else, the first line reads: Xuandefang Wangfu, the Seventeenth Lady of the Wang Kang family of the Fourth Master Wang... her family was poor since she was young, and she had a very hard life...

At first, Zhao Feiran thought it was someone that those brothers who loved to be noisy had found, and he didn't take it seriously. After seeing off the Grand Tutor yesterday, he didn't see any news about Sun Du at the desk, so he thought about it for a while and thought it was better to just leave it at that. It was just a bold young lady who said a few words that shouldn't be said, and he didn't lose anything.

I never expected that after one night, I felt even more upset. I felt so upset for no apparent reason.

It seemed like someone had scolded him again. That was why Sun Du was waiting at the door early in the morning.

Now that he knew that this young lady was living such a miserable life, Zhao Feiran felt sorry for her and coughed lightly, "Who is Mr. Wang Si?"

If he couldn't bring himself to scold the young lady, couldn't he teach his father a lesson?

Sun Du: "The fourth master of the Wang family, Wang Kang, is the Minister of the Imperial Household Department, and is a sixth-rank official."

The Crown Prince suspected that his ears were not working well, so he looked at Sun Du. He saw that the man was dressed in armor, and he was majestic and let the rain and wind blow, with no expression on his face.

Only then was I sure that I had not heard wrongly.

But he couldn't help but confirm: "A sixth-rank Guanglu Temple official? Can't he enter the palace to see the emperor without a grand court meeting?"

"Your Highness, it is true."

Zhao Feiran was unable to catch his breath again. What was going on?

Why is it so difficult for him, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, to vent his anger from yesterday?

The young lady was miserable and helpless, so she could not reciprocate. Her father was a lowly official who could not make a pilgrimage, so he had to wait until the grand court meeting to take care of her.

When has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ever felt so aggrieved?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Feiran told Sun Du, "Go to Guanglu Temple and praise Wang Kang... Don't let anyone know."

Sun Du took the order and left. Zhao Feiran saw his receding figure and suddenly laughed.

Zhonglangjiang Sun Du was born in the Changqing Marquis's mansion and was the second son of the mansion. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he was born with a cold face, as if he owed someone eight thousand taels of silver. When talking to people, even with a smile, it was intimidating.

After a while, I found Wang Kang and praised him a few words, but I didn't know what the situation was.

(End of this chapter)