A Mistaken Marriage Match: Mysteries in the Imperial Harem - chapter-74
Mysteries in the Imperial Harem: Chapter 74
Chapter 74: Shu Chuan Courtyard (Part 2)
â€œSo it seems that winning a game of chess would equals to getting a
request fulfilled. Zhen will try it too.â€
The deep male voice sounded a little brisk. In addition to Ming Jian, the
two persons in the pavilion stiffen. Xiao Yu recovered first and calmly
got up to great Yan Hong Tian before retreating to the side and picked a
white porcelain teacup to brew a come of Liu Yue for Yan Hong Tian before
separating the black and white chess pieces into the different holders.
When Xiao Yu was busy clearing the chess pieces, Qing Feng finally
recovered from her trance. It was not the arrival of Yan Hong Tian that
made her stunned, but it was because she saw someone behind Yan Hong
Tianâ€¦ Ming Ze. Wasnâ€™t he a guard in the Palace? Why would he be
following Yan Hong Tian to other residences.
â€œBeloved Concubine look not bad today.â€Bring the cup of maroon clear
tea to his lips for a sip, the aroma hit him. He usually like red mugwort
tea and did not think that the taste of Liu Yue was that unique. No
wonder she likes it. Calm and light. Only when water was added then its
characteristics would be drawn out, which was somewhat similar to her.
Qing Feng cast some doubts with her eyes and when she looked up, there
was only a faint smile, â€œThat would be something to thank the Emperor,
for allowing Chenqie to rest â€کquietlyâ€™ for so long.â€ Seeing Yan
Hong Tian seated opposite of her, Qing Feng picked up a black chess piece
and played with it, â€œThe Emperor really want to play chess with
Chenqie? Whoever loses will need to allow the other to do one thing.â€`
â€œWhatever reason not?â€
After he finish speaking, Yan Hong Tian picked up a white chess piece and
waited for Qing Feng to place hers down.
As Yan Hong Tian is a monarch of a country, even though he did not
particularly like playing chess, he had teachers to provide pointers.
Except for Lou Xi Yan, he had never lost to another. One naturally did
not need to mention about Qing Feng. Qing Moâ€™s chess skills was world
famous, and if one were to play with her own younger sister every day,
how weak would her chess skills be? From the beginning both of them
started off casually but as the game progresses, they were amazed with
each otherâ€™s skills. Both of them were prideful persons, they did not
give way at all. As the game went on, the more exciting it became.
As both of them were concentrated on pitting against one another in
chess, Xiao Yu was attended by the side and Ming Ze had quietly retreated
out of the pavilion. Ming Jian wanted to go over but when he saw Ming
Zeâ€™s colder than ice expression, he ultimately decided to wait till his
temper simmer a little before approaching him. After all the Emperor was
still here and Ming Ze still had that stubborn personality. Ming Jian
sighed in his heart, its just so difficult to be an elder brother, he
obviously arrange for his own good but at the end it seems that it was
all his fault.
It did not matter if it was a chest match or martial arts tournament, as
long oneâ€™s heart was in battle, there will be a winner. Finally, the
black pieces had no where else to go. Xiao Yu mentally calculated
carefully before smiling at Qing Feng, â€œYour Ladyship lost by one
She did not think that Yan Hong Tianâ€™s chess skills would be that high
and it made Qing Feng frustrated but she still asked frankly, â€œWhat
does the Emperor want Chen Qie to do?â€
What did he want her to do? Glancing at her increasingly large stomach,
Yan Hong Tian found it funny. She was in already such a state, what else
can she do? His eyes sweep across the beautiful scenery outside the
pavilion and casually said, â€œDraw Zhen a painting then.â€
Painting? Qing Feng thought a bit and smiled, â€œAll right.â€
Ru Yi arranges the painting tools properly and Xiao Yu was at the side
preparing the ink. She had long heard that Qing Feng was both peerless in
books and paintings and after that she saw the painting of the hunting
ground at the Emperorâ€™s Imperial Study. At that time when she saw it,
she was scared and excited at the same time. It was a pity that she had
no chance to see Qing Feng personally painting it. Since there was a
chance like this today, she would not miss it.
Yan Hong Tian did not go over to see what Qing Feng was painting and just
lay down on the couch and closed his eyes to rest. He was indeed very
tired lately. The celebration was finally successfully completed and
there were news of pirate ravaging in the East Sea. Only the east of
Qiong Yue was facing the sea and not only area was not wide, there was so
many years of peace. Thus Qiong Yueâ€™s navy was not strong. With the
current issue of the pirates coming to shore to plunder the citizens, it
really gave him a headache.
So fast? Only half a shichen (1 shichen = 2 hours) had just passed. Yan
Hong Tian open his eyes to looked over and he saw Qing Feng placing the
brush away to wash with a proud smiling face. But Xiao Yu, who was
standing beside her wanted to laugh but did not laugh expression. That
made Yan Hong Tian a little curious and he got up to walk over.
Taking a glance at the painting on the stone table, Yan Hong Tianâ€™s
face immediately turned black. She actually paintedâ€¦ Him?
On the plain white paper, there was only a roughly sketched chair and he
was laying on it just like that. Unlike the previous painting of the
grand landscape kind of style, this painting was paled in comparison. The
him in the painted had both eyes shut and brows furrowed with the entire
body filled withâ€¦ Exhaustion. It was indeed beneath of a monarch. Yan
Hong Tianâ€™s originally sullen heart tightened, he just now actually
unabashedly showed his tiredness? Was it that he was this careless or was
it her who could read him?
Seeing his brows wrinkled and his dark eyes dulled, even though she did
not know what he was thinking about, she knew that his mood was
definitely unpleasant. Qing Feng picked the painting up so that Yan Hong
Tian would not be able to tear it up and smiled unsparingly, â€œDidnâ€™t
the Emperor said â€کDraw Zhen a paintingâ€™, so Chenqie drew a painting
Qing Fengâ€™s sentence was a fun provocation, interrupting Yan Hong
Tianâ€™s cold mood. Yan Hong Tianâ€™s brows raised slightly, this became
his fault? After so many days of not sparing, he had forgotten about her
â€œPlay another round?â€
Her hand was empty and Yan Hong Tian had already folded the painting up
and place it into his sleeve. Qing Feng took her hand back indifferently
and shook her head nimbly, â€œNo more. It is obvious that that it is
beyond oneâ€™s capability so one should not force it.â€ She had did her
best just now but still lost so if they still played then it would be
â€œSo you know this rationale.â€ The deep voice was as if it was saying
casually but Qing Fengâ€™s heart still shivered uncontrollably, what was
the meaning of that sentence? Looking at Yan Hong Tianâ€™s face, he was
still putting on that inscrutable face, so that words was a warning or
was it said casually? As she was unable to guess in temporarily, Qing
Feng thought and pretended to laugh easily, â€œOne should always try out
if it is within oneâ€™s capabilities.â€
â€œOh really?â€ Yan Hong Tian was laughing like he was quite satisfied
with her answer. But before waiting for her answer, he strode out of the
pavilion leaving Qing Feng stiffen at her original position. Did heâ€¦
Found out about anything? Whyâ€¦ Did he bring her to this residence?
As there was countless number of questions in her heart, Qing Feng only
ate a few mouths but Yan Hong Tianâ€™s appetite was very good. After both
of them finished their dinner, the skies had darken and both of them
walked on the long winding trail for a long time before reaching in front
of a wooden hut. The wooden hut was much larger than those before and
even though it was constructed by wood, it was still simple. Qing Feng
entered the courtyard and her attention immediately went to the large
plum blossom forest.
It was currently the start of winter and the plum blossoms were not open
yet. In the darkness of the night, one can only see the tall branches
growing insolently while ignoring the wind temperament.
â€œIt is such a pity that the plum blossoms have yet to open.â€ Hao Yue
is a small country and also had a warmer climate. In an entire winter,
one can only see about two or three plum blossom tree blooming and would
not be able to see the petals falling like snowflakes. How would anyone
not feel disappointed. The plum blossoms in front was very different.
Even though it had yet to bloom, that strong thick branches seemed to
recount its urgent wait for the snow fall. Breathing in deeply, Qing
Fengâ€™s heart rate increases just thinking about the bright red colour
against the snow.
Qing Feng stared at the plum blossom forest till her eyes start to heat
up until Yan Hong Tian, who was numb to the plum scene, could not help
but to give it a few more glances. The plum blossom forest was a sheet of
darkness under the moonlight and the shadows of the trees and branches
were crossing one another. There was a bit of desolation which was also
considered a different style. The night breeze began to blow but she did
not have any intention of going into the house. Yan Hong Tian did not
urge her and only lightly said, â€œIt would eventually open.â€
â€œThatâ€™s true. Unfortunately I have no fate with them this year.â€
The blooming season should be when she would give birth.
That disappointment and desolate was like she had missed a rare treasure.
Yan Hong Tian smiled, it was only a plum blossom forest, â€œIf you really
like it this much then during the blooming season next year, Zhen would
allow you to come here again to view the flowers.â€
Next year? Every year was similar for flowers but each year was different
for people. Who knows what would the scene be next year? Who will be the
person that would be standing here listening to the wind and appreciating
the snow? But Yan Hong Tian would not understand. When one have to much,
one would not be able to feel what was precious. Wasnâ€™t that another
form of lamentable?
Yan Hong Tian naturally do not know that Qing Feng was disagreeing with
him in her heart as her and his mood was good as he looked at the scenery
of the plum blossoms forest that he had long grow tired with.
â€œWhat is the Emperorâ€™s mood today?â€
After one night of not eating much, she finally willing to say it? Yan
Hong Tianâ€™s expressions was fixed as he spoke, â€œIt is not bad. Is
there anything you want to say to Zhen?â€
Qing Feng finally turned around and the night breeze made her dress
flutter. Yan Hong Tian frowned, her stomach had become so big but why was
her body still so thin?
â€œDonâ€™t know if it should be spoken or not.â€ Qing Feng felt a little
indescribable. Just now she was filled with smiles, how was it in just a
moment a cold look was on that face?
After that she walk to the bamboo chair in front of the wooden hut to sit
down and Yan Hong Tian exclaimed, â€œYou finally know when to be afraid?
Speak, Zhen will grant you not guilty.â€
Not guilty? Was it truly possible to not be guilty? It was said that a
monarch would not go back on his words, so should she take this
opportunity to tell him about Chen Zhen and that child? Under Yan Hong
Tianâ€™s watchful eyes, her heart considered it very long but the words
that she spoke became another sentence, â€œChenqie was only thinking if
â€کheâ€™ is a boy or a girl.â€
At that moment just now, she was actually afraid? Afraid that once she
spoke, that pair of smiling eyes would be overcast with storms. She was
afraid because she was worried that the child in her stomach would be
hurt right? It should be. Thatâ€¦ Should not be spoken yet, at least
until the child was born.
Even though he knew that this was not what she wanted to say, Yan Hong
Tian was not anxious and followed along with her words and asked, â€œSo
do you want to give birth to a Prince or Princess?â€
â€œFor meâ€¦â€ Her hand landed on the chubby stomach. Thinking of the
tossing and turning that this child had made for the past months, Qing
Feng smiled, â€œWant to have a son.â€ If it was a daughter who was this
naughty, what will she do.
â€œOh?â€ He also hoped that this birth of hers would be a son, so why
was his heart a little disappointed.
Her thoughts were on the unborn baby thus Qing Feng did not felt that
look from Yan Hong Tianâ€™s eyes and said, â€œA daughter is a cloud in
heavens and must be brought up with care and coddling so as to retain her
softness and radiance. A son is like the mountains and rivers on earth
and must be honed so that he would overlook the world. Soâ€¦â€
So? So what?
â€œSo a daughter need to be raise delicately and a son can be raised more
roughly.â€ Anyway, Chen Zhen had already given birth to a son, so even
if she did not give birth to one, it would not matter. She also like a
daughter but she felt that it would be much easier to discipline a son.
If it did not work, one can scold or beat but for a daughter, she would
not bear to do so.
Was she joking? Qing Fengâ€™s face was seriously and after Yan Hong Tian
was stunned for a moment, he could not help but laughed out loudly.
â€œHa ha haâ€¦â€ A loud hearty laugh swept away the haze and also
startled the Xiao Yu who was preparing hot tea and the Ming brothers in
the house. What matter was worthy to make the Emperor laugh like this?
The night breeze was still blowing and it was a seemingly quiet night but
no one noticed that there was a few agile black clad figures who were in
the plum blossoms forest were observing them for a long time. Another
night breeze blew which shook the leaves and the black figures quickly
disappear in the darkness of the night.