Chapter 152 Thunder, Lightning, Rain, and Dew, All Are Grace From the Lord

Yan Donghuang didn't know Yan Zhang's plan yet.

After dealing with today's memorials, the ministers left one after another. It was already noon.

She returned to Chongming Palace and started to have lunch.

Meng Zhou came to report: "Your Majesty, there is news from the harem that... Young Master Sheng has been trained quite effectively recently. I wonder if Your Highness..."

Yan Donghuang's expression was just like that.

Training quite effectively?

She knew every word of this sentence when it was separated, and she could understand it when it was put together, but she always felt it was weird and strange.

Yan Donghuang was silent for a moment, thinking that she had nothing to do in the afternoon, and she had dealt with the memorials that needed to be handled, and had given orders for things that needed to be given.

It was the emperor's right to have some fun in his spare time.

So she nodded slowly: "Bring Sheng Jing'an here."

"Yes."

Sheng Jing'an has been in the palace for a month.

Yan Donghuang had never seen him, but she knew that his life in the harem should not be too easy, after all, the eunuchs in the inner court all had some tricks.

However, when Sheng Jingan was brought to him, Yan Donghuang was still surprised by his change. He almost didn't recognize him at first sight.

Sheng Jingan knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live your Majesty."

Yan Donghuang looked at him silently.

It must be said that the eunuchs in the palace are much more powerful than the maids in the Princess's Mansion before. In just one month, Sheng Jingan has completed a complete transformation.

If the previous Sheng Jingan could barely be called handsome and outstanding, then the Sheng Jingan in front of him is fair and weak, thin and docile.

A loose and flowing palace robe makes him look particularly... well, fragile.

The drooping eyebrows, white neck, elegant clothes, and the quiet kneeling posture are quite pitiful.

Yan Donghuang had to admit that it was reasonable for those emperors in history who liked weak beauties to favor only one person.

Weak people can always get more pity.

But Sheng Jingan is not a teenager after all, and it is normal for an adult man to have a larger frame.

"Slave..." Sheng Jingan saw that Yan Donghuang did not speak, and spoke again, with a tone of shame and forbearance that was difficult to speak, "Slave is willing to serve His Majesty."

Slave?

Yan Donghuang turned his head and looked at Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou bowed and said: "The eunuch in charge of the inner court said that Mr. Sheng has not yet had an official status. It is his duty to call himself a slave in front of His Majesty, unless His Majesty grants special grace."

Yan Donghuang leaned against the couch, and there were two desserts on the tea table in front of her, which looked delicate and delicious.

She held a teacup in her hand, with a lazy posture and a careless look.

There was silence in the hall.

Sheng Jingan just knelt on the ground.

The inner court taught him a lot of rules for serving His Majesty in the past month. They said that he should be proactive, gentle, charming, and make His Majesty feel distressed.

That kind of humiliating and unforgettable teaching process is enough to make Sheng Jingan unforgettable for life.

However, when he really came to Yan Donghuang, he found that he had no way to do what the inner court chief asked him to do. He couldn't do it.

Yan Donghuang had the same idea as him at this time.

If it were any other handsome man today, she might be interested in playing chess with him, chatting, talking about her views on family and national affairs, or appreciating his talent.

Only Sheng Jingan...

Thinking of the selfish, mean and shameless man in her previous life, Yan Donghuang felt disgusted at this time.

She lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea, and said with some annoyance: "Let him go back, I'm not interested."

Meng Zhou took the order: "Yes."

"Your Majesty!" Sheng Jingan suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, as if he had suffered great grievances, "I have Your Majesty in my heart, I am willing to serve Your Majesty, please Your Majesty give me... give me a chance..."

Yan Donghuang looked cold: "Thunder, rain and dew, are all the grace of the king. I have no interest in you, shouldn't you thank me?"

Sheng Jingan's heart sank, and great humiliation spread in his heart.

He suddenly felt a surge of hatred in his heart, thinking of the teaching that was worse than death for the past month. It was teaching in name, but it was actually humiliation, humiliation and trampling without any dignity.

He finally couldn't help but explode: "I am also a son of a noble family. Your Majesty, isn't it enough for me to be humiliated for a month? You must kneel on the ground and beg you, be humble and suffer like an ant?!"

"Master Sheng!" Meng Zhou was shocked and hurriedly spoke to stop him, "How can you be so disrespectful to His Majesty? Why don't you apologize to His Majesty-"

"No need." Yan Donghuang said in a light tone, "Sheng Jing'an was disrespectful in front of the emperor, drag him out and beat him with a stick thirty times. Old Madam Sheng was not good at educating her children, and she was stripped of her title of imperial decree, It has been a year since the death of the Duke of Zhenguo. The plaque of the Duke's Mansion has been removed and it has been changed to Sheng Mansion... No, Sheng's House. "

Sheng Jing'an was struck by lightning and quickly crawled forward: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I was wrong, it's all my fault, please forgive me this time, I-"

"Drag him out." Yan Donghuang said coldly, "Stop his mouth."

Meng Zhou hurriedly ordered: "Quick, drag him out! Don't get in the way of your majesty, and stop his mouth too."

Yan Donghuang put down the teacup and gently closed his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent.

Yan Ling is dead.

Next, it's Sheng Jing'an and Yan Ming's turn.

She still has a lot of things to do, so she doesn't have that much time to spend with them.

Sheng Jing'an thought that entering the palace was an opportunity, but he didn't know that he was simply walking into a trap.

Painful groans were heard outside.

Yuan Ziying stood beside Yan Donghuang, her eyes fell on the side of the empress, her eyebrows slightly deep, always feeling that the empress had an unknown hatred for Sheng Jingan.

Yes, not just disgust, but a kind of hatred and hostility from the bones, just like the look she gave Sheng Jingan just now.

So cold, cold without a trace of temperature.

Yuan Ziying lowered her eyes.

Her Majesty seemed to have a lot of things hidden in her heart.

When she was busy, she was only vigorous and resolute, and was a decisive emperor.

But every night when she was alone, she always felt that there was an invisible loneliness wrapped around her, so lonely and deserted.

It was as if no one in this big world could enter her heart.

Yuan Ziying thought of General Yaoguang who was thousands of miles away.

He was a rebellious and handsome man, loyal to the empress, and deeply in love with him.

Can he enter the heart of the empress?