"I haven't even entered the palace yet, and grandma wants to teach me?" Fang Zilan curled her lips, "It's a pity that this is Prince Zhongzheng's palace, and the prince and princess have not spoken yet. I don't know what qualifications mama has..."
"Presumptuous!" The gnashing mother could not hold back and scolded: "Madam Prince, do you know where the Miluo Mansion is? As the nurturing mothers, let alone you, the newly married bride, we are the princess..."
"This is the first time I have seen a mother-in-law being so disrespectful to the princess. It's really new." Fang Zilan interrupted the mother-in-law unceremoniously, "I always thought that Miluo had strict rules. I think they should pay the most attention to respect and respect. No. I never thought that what mama calls upbringing is actually transgression."
After hearing this, most of the arrogant arrogance of the nun suddenly disappeared. Although the nuns in their mansion can discipline the nobles, they must also exercise discretion. Now that she is not in the palace, and Princess Zhongzheng is not in the period of admonishment, her remarks are indeed disrespectful to the princess, and she has suffered a hidden loss.
"My wife, the Crown Prince, is admirable for her sharp tongue." Another nanny smiled and said, "My wife is originally a noblewoman from a great capital. I guess she is not as good at learning rules as the ladies of Miluo. It is reasonable to act without control."
Before she could finish her words, she saw Fang Zilan approaching, "What did mama say?"
"The rules in Dajing are indeed different from those in Miluo. The Fang family of the prime minister's office..." As soon as she spoke, she received a slap from Fang Zilan. There was a crisp "snap" sound that shocked everyone present.
"In my prime minister's house, the Fang family, the eldest sister is the Queen of Dajing, and the second sister is the wife of Duke Jui." Fang Zilan shook her red palm, "Mammy's words mean she looks down on the Fang family, the Pei family, and Dajing. Your Majesty?"
She lowered her voice every word. The nanny who was slapped by her was already stunned, but the nanny next to her was still trying to kill herself and said: "The Duke of Gui has passed away, so there is no such thing as the wife of the Duke of Gui. She is just a husband." of……"
Fang Zilan slapped her backhand again, "Mommy, although I, Fang Zilan, am weak and can't take care of myself, if someone dares to say anything bad about the Fang family in front of me, I will fight her to the death."
She did not do it lightly, and fingerprints instantly appeared on the faces of the two nuns, which were red and swollen.
Seeing the tense situation between Fang Zilan and the grandma of the palace, Princess Chen couldn't help but smooth things over and said: "It is human nature for Zilan to care about her family. Mammy, please don't..."
"You care about your family?" Mammy said with a shy and swollen face, throwing fire on Mrs. Chen, "Princess, you are a bride who not only disobeys the rules, but also frequently hurts others. Even if she is imprisoned, she will not do it. What’s wrong, you actually said that she cares about her family?”
"Mommy, I'm the one who beats you. If you have anything, just come at me." Fang Zilan glanced at the mammy who was speaking rather contemptuously, "Don't embarrass the princess."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Mrs. Prince? I..." Just as Mammy was about to argue, she heard Murong Xun say in a deep voice: "That's enough."
After all, he was a killer on the battlefield. Even though he was not as good as before, his intimidation was still there, which shocked the two nuns to the point where they dared not show their anger.
"General Meng, please go get the medicine." The person who spoke was Murong Qing. Meng Tingyang, who was guarding the door, left in response and soon handed the ointment into Murong Qing's hands.
"Give me your hand." Murong Qing pulled Fang Zilan to sit down without any explanation, then grabbed her hand and gently applied the medicine to her.
Fang Zilan subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Murong Qing held it tighter, "Sister, these hands should be used for fertility and nourishment. They are not suitable for shouting and killing. If anything like this happens in the future, just tell others to do it. "
"Prince..." Fang Zilan pursed her lips, always feeling that Murong Qing had ulterior motives for his words. From the moment he saw her hands, he knew that these were definitely not hands raised in a boudoir.
She has been holding a sword all year round, and the calluses and wounds on her hands coexisted. She did not deal with them before marrying into Prince Zhongzheng's palace, because she never expected that there would be such a moment.
Seeing this, the two nuns stopped talking and exchanged glances with each other. Just as they were about to say something, they heard Murong Xun say: "Qing'er's bride has injured her hand and it is not appropriate to go to the mansion. You two nuns, please come back."
"Your Majesty..." As soon as the two nuns started to speak, they were stopped by Murong Xun, "Tingyang, see the guests off."
"Yes." Meng Tingyang raised his sword and walked up to the two nuns, bowed and said: "Please."
The two nuns took two steps back involuntarily, but they still boldly said loudly: "Your Majesty, we are following the orders of the king and the queen. You drove us out of the house indiscriminately. Aren't you afraid that the king and the queen will be punished?"
Queen? Fang Zilan was stunned when she heard this title, and then realized that they were talking about Miluo's new queen-Princess Dejia Li Qianning.
It turned out that he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, so don't let everyone in Prince Zhongzheng's palace suffer.
Thinking of this, Fang Zilan stood up suddenly, "Mommy, what do I have to do with the prince and princess when I enter the palace?"
"What do you mean, Madam Shizi?" The two nuns looked wary, and Fang Zilan curled her lips and smiled, "Isn't it the Miluo Palace? It's not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den, so why should I not be allowed in?"
Murong Qing held Fang Zilan's hand a little tighter, but she didn't notice it and broke free from his shackles. She looked at him steadily and said: "Your Majesty, I told you last night that I have my own way. "
"But you are now my wife, the bride of Prince Zhongzheng." Murong Qing also stood up and met Fang Zilan's gaze, "As long as you don't want to, no one can force you."
"Your Majesty, are you sincere in what you say?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, clearly saying, you, Murong Qing, are Miluo's hostage sent to the capital, and Prince Zhongzheng is powerless, so how can you do anything for her?
"Sister..." Murong Qing frowned, but Fang Zilan ignored him. Instead, she leaned towards the two nuns and said without sincerity: "You two, please."
The two nuns both received a slap from Fang Zilan, so they felt much more at ease. Without saying anything more, they took her into the mansion.
There is only a wall between Miluo Palace and the palace city. However, the dark red brick walls and gray black tiles make it much more depressing than the palace city. After entering, it is even more lifeless, with almost no sound.
Fang Zilan felt chilled for no reason, and a thin layer of goosebumps appeared all over her body. She couldn't help but close her sleeves.
After walking into the discipline hall and standing still, a nun said sternly: "Mrs. Zhongzheng Crown Prince, you are originally a noble lady of the capital. You are not very familiar with the rules of Miluo, so you must study hard today..."
Fang Zilan couldn't listen, so she lowered her head and pretended to be well-behaved, but she was thinking in her heart that it was really unfair. As newlyweds, Murong Qing has nothing to do, but she calls it "learning the rules" and wants to waste time in this big mansion.
However, I think Murong Qing was already very familiar with all kinds of rules, unlike her...
