Jiang Yulin almost fainted.
She is going to enter the palace and become a queen, who wants this tattered silk flower?
Wang Ruolan and Meng Wanru looked as mournful as if they were concubines. They took the silk flowers sent by Wang Dequan and were helped down by their maids.
These two women were devoted to the royal family and took the initiative to perform, but they were not favored by the emperor. They could not marry into a good family after leaving the palace.
Ordinary officials would not dare to ask for a daughter-in-law who has a heart as high as the sky. They are afraid that if she comes in, she will make the family uneasy.
Facing Zhou's stern gaze, Jiang Yulin collected the silk flowers rewarded by the emperor in her hair, and said with a sweet smile: "Your Majesty, I have a very good relationship with my sister at home. Can you please let me talk to my sister for a while? talk?"
When she smiles, there are two small dimples on her lips. Even if she smiles, she looks extremely cute.
Emperor Xuanwu had very high requirements for his bedside people. He investigated whether Jiang Xinyue and Jiang Yulin had a good relationship better than Jiang Xinyue himself.
He turned his head and asked, "My beloved, do you want to come over?"
Jiang Xinyue shook her head: "Concubine, my direct sister, has never understood the rules. I am a person who obeys etiquette, how can I be on good terms with her?"
She doesn't have a gentle personality. The emperor has long been accustomed to her straightforward temperament. He doesn't think she is unkind at all. Instead, he thinks that she doesn't hide her dislike of Jiang Yulin in front of him because she believes in him.
This kind of affirmation was very useful to Emperor Xuanwu.
He smiled and said, "Jiang Shaoqing's concubines are quite well educated, but why do you think it's so bad when it comes to your legitimate daughter..."
He tilted his head and said with dissatisfaction: "I still need to work harder, I love you. It would be best if everyone was as frank and honest as Gui Jirong."
As for those sweet-faced and evil-hearted ones, there are already enough in the palace, there is no need for one more Jiang Yulin.
If Wang Ruolan and Meng Wanru had just left the scene with a huge blow, then Jiang Yulin could be said to have a pale face.
Which aristocratic family would be willing to marry a woman whom the emperor said was not well-bred?
Even those poor students would rather marry the daughter of a small family.
"Mother……"
Jiang Yulin looked lost. Jiang Xinyue would not comfort this sister who always bullied her in the Jiang family.
As the night gets darker, a few stars hang in the sky, indicating good weather tomorrow.
"My beloved concubine, it's almost the same. I will go to your palace..."
Suddenly, a burst of rapid drumbeats interrupted Emperor Xuanwu's speech. Six shirtless, muscular men wearing red headscarves walked in smoothly, carrying a big drum.
Everyone present was attracted by the woman wearing a red dance dress on the drum, revealing a soft white waist.
If the precious appearance is the coexistence of charm and purity, the fusion of elegance and beauty, then the woman with the tulle on the drum is the ultimate enchanting, sexy and alluring.
"Concubine Li..."
Jiang Xinyue muttered something silently, with a faint smile on her lips, and her hands under the table were silently released.
Emperor Xuanwu looked at Concubine Li like this with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. Jiang Xinyue glanced at Jin Chongyi and met Jin Chongyi's eyes in the air.
She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Israel a servant?"
It seems that Concubine Li is the one who serves people in Israel, right?
As if Jin Chongyi understood the look in her eyes, her fair face turned red and she looked away in panic.
hateful!
He wanted to see Zhen Guirong make a fool of himself, but instead she caught him and made him embarrassed.
After an enchanting belly dance, Emperor Xuanwu changed his title from Concubine Li to "Beloved Concubine". The banquet was coming to an end, and the emperor and Concubine Li left together in the dragon chariot.
As soon as the emperor left, the banquet was almost over. Jiang Shaoqing had to make arrangements for the envoys and the post house, so he did not leave with his wife and daughter.
Looking at it from a distance, I only felt that the back of my concubine sitting on the chariot was particularly depressed and desolate.
In the past, at home, the second daughter loved to act coquettishly with him and cling to him most, treating him as a respectable and amiable father.
After entering the palace, I felt quite unfamiliar.
But he understands Sister Yue's changes. After all, life in the palace is difficult, and only those who have experienced it know it.
From Xihe Palace to Hexi Palace, from Hexi Palace to Leng Palace, and back to Huixi Palace again, she must have experienced pain that is unbearable for ordinary people. How could her temperament not change drastically?
That ignorant woman of the Zhou family really thought that the palace was a good place. She had already lost a legitimate daughter in it, and she wanted to send the only remaining legitimate daughter into the palace just to compete with Sister Yue.
Simply stupid!
"Precious face."
Walking in a chariot to the Chuxiu Palace where the previous show ladies lived, a pleasant voice came from behind: "Precious appearance..."
But why does this sound sound so painful?
The distance is already very close. If Jiang Xinyue doesn't want to meddle in other people's business and gets involved in any disputes, she will inevitably be able to avoid it.
She could only look back, but she saw Rong Bin sitting on the chariot, leaning back. On such a cold day, she was actually sweating on her forehead.
"Honorable Concubine!"
She stopped the chariot and trotted to the chariot of Concubine Rong: "I see you, Concubine Rong, what's wrong with you?"
Rong Bin bit her lip tightly, the unbearable pain made her growl, and a stream of warm liquid flowed out of her lower body.
She grabbed Jiang Xinyue's hand in panic: "My child! Precious Rong, save my child!"
Jiang Xinyue held her hand back: "Go to Taiyuan Hospital! It's too far from Changxin Palace, but close to Taiyuan Hospital. Go to Taiyuan Hospital now, hurry!"
After giving the instructions, she started running with the chariot and asked the maid of honor, "What happened to your empress?"
Mei Xiang wiped her tears and said: "My wife just came out of Baohe Hall. Some of the servant girls who served food spilled oil at the door and didn't clean it up. Our wife fell down, but she protected her stomach. I thought it was. It’s okay, but as soon as we walked out of this road, our queen became red..."
Jiang Xinyue didn't believe this.
Wang Dequan was responsible for supervising the eunuchs and maids at the entire banquet. He always did things carefully, so why did he leave oil stains on the door of Baohe Hall?
Not to mention the pregnant concubine in the harem, even if any envoy falls due to his negligence, it cannot be easily overcome.
Concubine Rong obviously didn't believe it either. Her expression was extremely painful, but she still had to endure it: "Zhen... precious face, escort... escort me to the Imperial Hospital. I... I owe you a favor."
The most difficult thing in this palace is to repay favors. She showed her sincerity and only hoped that Zhengui Rong would be a kind-hearted person with compassion.
After all, it is a small life. Jiang Xinyue supported the chariot and said with a serious expression: "Magpie, Shuangsheng, go ahead and explore the way, Xiaoxuanzi... go to Changxin Palace to invite the emperor."
She couldn't handle such a big plate, so it was better to share it with someone who could.
