205, The Queen's Favorite Husband

Removing makeup, impossible, it is impossible to remove makeup in front of so many rivals in this life.

The idea is very strong, but under the pressure of reality, several concubines still let the servants take their clothes from Yan Chu, and then carried clean water and fragrant soap into the back courtyard of Chenxiao Palace to change clothes and make up.

Chenxiao Palace was originally an ordinary palace, but no concubines moved in since the time of the previous emperor, and it has been vacant.

Feng Zhao ordered the reconstruction of Chenxiao Palace, and turned its front yard into a small martial arts field, but the back courtyard was still preserved, used as a place for Yan Chu to clean himself and change clothes after practicing martial arts.

There are not many concubines in the harem now, so the empty rooms in the back courtyard are more than enough for each person.

The originally radiant concubines changed their clothes, removed the makeup on their faces, and simply tied their hair into a bun, looking much cleaner and neater.

Yan Chu looked at those shy concubines and finally felt a lot more satisfied.

"Don't think I'm cruel. The Queen really likes me to be clean and fresh. How could you please the Queen with your previous dress?"

Yan Chu looked at the reluctant crowd and threw some bait in front of them. After hearing his words, the concubines who covered their faces with sleeves or scarves listened to Yan Chu's words, opened their slightly red eyes, and looked at Yan Chu as if to verify whether what he said was true.

The skin color is not white at all, the body is too strong, isn't it just a simpler dress, so it can be called clean and fresh?

The concubines thought in their hearts, thinking carefully, it has been more than half a month, the Queen ran to Fengyi Palace as soon as she entered the harem, and she would go to Zhang Deqing and Liu Huiqing to sit in the past. In the past half a month, even those two couldn't get a share. Could it be that the Queen really likes Yan Chu's type?

Except for Zhang Ruyi, who thought he had seen through the truth, everyone else was like Liu Lin, thinking wrongly, and the resistance in their hearts was not that great.

"Okay, do some warm-up exercises, or tomorrow morning, none of you will be able to get up."

Yan Chu was relieved when he saw these concubines finally smile. Otherwise, he would feel like he was bullying a child when they looked at him with resentment.

"No, I can't run anymore."

"How many laps have I finished? How long will it take? I can't run anymore."

The martial arts arena is not big, and one lap is only two hundred meters long. However, these concubines are pampered at home. They ride in sedan chairs when they go out, and someone will deliver whatever they want. They don't need to use their legs at all. After just two laps, a group of people can't run anymore.

Yan Chu realized that he had overestimated them. Let alone twenty laps, it would be difficult to finish ten laps today.

The speed at which he led the race was already slow, no different from brisk walking, but even at this speed, it was still too difficult for them. It seemed that they had to proceed step by step and not eat a fat man in one go.

He ran ahead without changing his expression or heartbeat, estimating the physical fitness of these people and thinking about how many laps he should run today.

Following closely behind Yan Chu were Zhang Deqing and Liu Huiqing. They seemed to be holding back their strength. They were almost exhausted, but they just didn't want to be ahead of them.

Liu Huiqing was thinking about the Queen's preference. Since he had decided to sacrifice his stunning appearance, he must do his best and strive to become the Queen's favorite as soon as possible.

Zhang Deqing guessed that today was the first day they would exercise with Yan Chu. Maybe after the morning court, the Queen would come to visit. At that time, only if he performed well could he be noticed by the Queen.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but they had the same idea. They didn't want to be outdone by the other. Even if their legs were like lead, they were unwilling to stop.

With the two of them leading the way, how could the other concubines dare to be lazy? They followed behind one by one, running while panting and saying that they couldn't do it anymore, hoping that Yan Chu, a heartless man, would let them go after hearing the opinions of so many people, and let them go after running two laps.

At this time, the most regretful ones were those concubines who secretly didn't remove their makeup. Including Zhang Ruyi, one by one, they wiped off the conspicuous lip balm, and then wiped the rouge with a wet towel to look more natural, thinking that they were removing makeup. In fact, this makeup was not completely removed at all.

Today's cosmetics are not waterproof. Once you sweat and oil, those white powders and rouges will begin to appear on your face with sweat and oil secreted on your face. Mottled patches, especially those rouges, will be black and gray when they slide down with sweat, seeping into the eyebrows and eyes, and the originally delicate willow-leaf eyebrows will become a black mass, and some will even flow onto the eyelids, which is almost like a panda.

Now everyone was so busy running that they didn't pay attention to what other people's faces looked like. They didn't notice it for a while, except for the palace servants standing by, who lowered their heads, partly because they couldn't bear to look at the miserable state of their masters, and partly because they were holding back their laughter, afraid that they would burst out laughing when they saw the faces of those concubines.

Looking at the concubines who wanted to lie on the ground after running, Yan Chu felt a sense of responsibility. Perhaps in this world, he could become a great physical education teacher, and the first batch of students would be these delicate concubines in front of him.

Feng Zhao came by chance, just when a group of people finished running six laps, Yan Chu asked them to rest for a while, and then started practicing with guns.

"Your Majesty, all is well."

When they heard that the empress was coming, the concubines who were originally so tired that they just wanted to lie down seemed to be pumped up. Their waists and legs were no longer sore. They wiped the sweat off their faces with handkerchiefs, combed their hair, and stood in various postures, trying to make themselves look the most beautiful in the eyes of His Majesty.

Because the empress came unexpectedly, the people brought by the concubines could not remind them of their current appearance, especially after they wiped their faces with handkerchiefs, the black rouge was wiped to other places, and their faces were black and white, which was as funny as it could be.

The only ones who were better, Liu Lin and others, ran six laps, their cheeks were red, and the sweat stuck to their foreheads, they were definitely not particularly beautiful.

But they still thought they were themselves after dressing up carefully, looking at the empress with affection, and secretly throwing her a coquettish look.

This is what Feng Zhao saw when she came in. Looking at her "beautiful" concubines, she wondered if she came in the wrong way. Who are these people? She didn't know them.

In contrast, Yan Chu, who ran six laps without blushing or panting, and didn't even sweat a drop, looked much fresher against the background of these red-faced, black-faced, black-faced, and black-faced people. It was at this time that Feng Zhao understood why there is a saying that beauty also needs to be compared.

It seems that she still underestimated her Feng Jun. He is not without heart, but he has used his heart to compete for favor.

Look at what he did to those concubines. Those who were originally 70% beautiful now only have 20% and 30% beauty. I am afraid that when she sees them dressed up in the future, she will think of today's scene.

Feng Zhao's eyes are dark, and she glanced at the man who stopped standing in the middle of the crowd and saluted her.

He succeeded and successfully attracted her attention.

"Hui Qing just performed well. Jiang Liu, I remember that the south has offered a box of fine deep-sea white pearls as tribute. I will send it to Hui Qing when the time comes."

When Feng Zhao just came, she vaguely saw Liu Lin following Yan Chu closely. Zhang Deqing was also very close, but he violated Feng Zhao's taboo by passing the news outside the palace privately. This time it was also a warning to him.

Liu Lin's face was red to begin with, and now it was like a lobster that had just been boiled. He guessed right. His Majesty's aesthetic taste was indeed abnormal. He liked Yan Chu's type. Now His Majesty recognized his determination, so he specially rewarded him.

Liu Lin couldn't help but get a little excited. It was just a face. He didn't want it. In the harem, His Majesty's favor was always the most important.

There were many people who thought the same as Liu Lin. They were secretly annoyed that they didn't behave better before, otherwise they would be remembered by His Majesty.

Only Zhang Ruyi lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Obviously, his performance was similar to Liu Lin's, but His Majesty missed him when rewarding others, which was obviously unreasonable.

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The training plan for men in the harem led by Yan Chu was in full swing. With Feng Zhao as the bait, everyone was full of motivation. Moreover, with the experience of the first time, those concubines who returned to their own palaces and found themselves in such a ghostly state were sad for a day. When they came to Chenxiao Palace again, they changed into suitable clothes and did not put on any makeup.

Especially Zhang Ruyi, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. As long as he thought about the day when he was wearing such a ghost face and flirting with the empress, he wanted to beat himself to death.

He also thought that he had found the reason why the empress did not reward him last time because of Liu Lin, the fool, and half of the stone in his heart was put down.

However, in the days that followed, no matter how active everyone was, the empress never came to Chenxiao Palace again.

Days passed, and the empress's coming-of-age ceremony that the whole Tianhuang Kingdom was looking forward to finally arrived.