Lu Zhaorong covered her fan and said: "Sister Song Yuchuo is always troubled. Song Yuchuo saw that Mei Su was about the same age as her and was much calmer in dealing with things, so he often thought: How great it would be if Ningzhu could be as gentle as Mei Ren Su!

"

After saying that, Lu Zhaorong took the fan and lightly pressed it on Song Yuchuo's forehead. At this moment, Song Yuchuo completely understood the meaning. He looked around and said with a smile: "There are many gentle and gentle women in the palace. Jinnian is not necessarily the best."

The one ".

Lu Zhaorong's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "Are you talking about Ning Shunyi?" He suddenly smiled again, like a flower blooming in early spring, he came close to Song Yuchuo and said softly: "The two are different.

The hot summer is like a thorn in the back, but Lu Zhaorong has good intentions. On the surface, he gave Song Yuchuo a bouquet of fragrant flowers, but secretly, it was unknown whether the flowers were thorns or poisonous poison was applied on his back. She was a good friend of Song Yuchuo. Her name was Lu Xiaomin. Song Yuchuo and her

They had not been together for long, but Song Yuchuo knew her status in Song Yuchuo's mind. Song Yuchuo didn't like her, but she liked Song Yuchuo. After all, after such a long time apart, she didn't even want to look at Song Yuchuo at first, so she left Song Yuchuo behind.

Xiakong waited for more than half an hour. He must have disliked Song Yuchuo. How could he deliberately take Song Yuchuo under his command?

Lu Zhaorong lowered his brows and stared at Song Yuchuo for a long time. He couldn't wait for Song Yuchuo's answer as expected. He smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and said, "Why don't you come to Yangui Hall to see Song Yuchuo some time later."

While the two were talking, three or five servants came into their sight, hugging Mrs. Mingzhen. Mingzhen asked: "Who are you?" The servants replied: "What are Song Yuchuo here for? They are here to invite you."

You are a guest." Mrs. Mingzhen said with a smile: "How do you know? Song Yuchuo and Lu Zhaorong straightened their clothes, and Shi Shiran saluted the woman in the gorgeous palace dress: "Hail Miss Mingzhen!"

Mrs. Mingzhen walked very close to her maid Cui Yu. Her light red gauze phoenix-tail skirt was dazzlingly embroidered with gold threads in the sunlight. She held a Korean folding fan in her hand and had a mutton-fat jade hairpin inserted into her bun. This woman,

She is the first of the Mingzhen women - Lu Xiuqing, the lady of Mingzhen in Feng Menglong's "The Mingyan of the World". Mrs. Mingzhen was born in a scholarly family. She was smart and beautiful since she was a child. She was casual and carefree.

With her graceful and luxurious appearance and carefully dressed, Mrs. Lu is naturally comparable to her. She is worthy of being the "Mrs. Yao Huang" who is more beautiful than Peony.

Mrs. Mingzhen held her emerald armband and said straight to the point: "There has been a falling out in Fushu Guan a long time ago. The eldest sister does not understand etiquette. You, the eldest sister, always know how to advance and retreat. If you follow my words, you should take it lightly!

"

"My roommate is young and ignorant, so please forgive me," Lu Zhaorong said with an apologetic smile, but did not give in. He made eye contact with Mrs. Mingzhen and smiled slightly, "I don't know that ignorant people, such trivial details are too tiring for my wife to worry about.

It’s such a hot weather, my wife and I should have a good rest at home, so why bother with my sister-in-law’s ideas? Be careful to prevent the recurrence of heart palpitations.”

Lu Zhaorong hinted at Mrs. Zhen's gossip, but Mrs. Mingzhen brushed the hair from her cheek without any anger and said: "Why don't you ask someone to come here to talk too much? If something happened within a small area of ​​the harem, everyone in the palace will know about it.

."

Lu Zhaorong suppressed his disguised smile, leaned forward and said: "Concubine, you must give a good lesson to that incompetent sister when you go back. I think the young lady will also go to the show at Concubine Jingren. If it is not convenient for concubine to disturb you, please leave first!"

Lu Zhaorong looked at Song Yuchuo meaningfully, then took a group of palace maids and chamberlains and left. Song Yuchuo knew that the road she was going to take was difficult, but she did not leave a word to make Song Yuchuo believe that she was leaving? Could it be that she

Are they going to take everyone away? Song Yuchuo couldn't help but feel a little worried. When Lu and his party left, the path suddenly became empty. There were only Song Yuchuo, Mrs. Mingzhen, and his personal maid.

Song Yuchuo also hesitated secretly when she wanted to ask her about a farce in the Fushu Hall just now. Song Yuchuo said to her: "Song Yuchuo knows that you are going to Jingrenfang to listen to the play, so I invite Miss Su to come with you."

Go." She said: "No, Song Yuchuo doesn't want to go." Song Yuchuo stopped asking. Unexpectedly, she told Song Yuchuo: "You have also heard that I am going to listen to a play at Concubine Jingren's place, and I will go there alone.

It’s boring, so I want to invite the Sumerians to go with me. I wonder if the Sumerians think it’s possible?”

It is rare to hear a play in the palace, and it is only possible to have a grand banquet. Song Yuchuo felt happy. "Song Yuchuo wants to invite you to listen to music with her. But he dare not agree immediately. After all, it is Mingzhen who invited Song Yuchuo.

Madam, Madam Mingzhen often refuses people thousands of miles away, and her relationship with the palace concubines is even more alienated. This time she took the initiative to treat guests to dinner, which made Song Yuchuo feel uneasy.

Song Yuchuo suppressed his impetuous heart and said calmly: "The concubine invited my wife, but I didn't invite the concubine. The concubine is gone, so I'm afraid it will disturb Yaxing!"

Mrs. Mingzhen showed a rare gentle smile to Song Yuchuo, and said without any worry: "The concubine loves to be lively, she will not notice anything strange! I see Song Yuchuo, you also know how to joke! You don't understand, right?"

!" She said it very seriously. Song Yuchuo felt sad for a while. "Is she a woman?" Song Yuchuo asked doubtfully. She smiled: "Yes! She is a woman." Song Yuchuo couldn't help but tremble in his heart. After saying this,

Then he spread out the Korean folding fan in his hand. The bright red color of the fan was like the flowers blooming under the fingernails. Actually, there was still a peach blossom blooming, but it was just a lonely peach blossom.

She looked at Song Yuchuo and said in a sweet voice: "When the spring breeze hurts, you smile lazily, and the soul drifts away and the water drifts away with sadness. The beauty is naturally stained by picking it. It's wonderful in Xu Xi's hands, you can draw it."

Her raised eyebrows seemed to imply that Song Yuchuo's blood fan and his words hit Song Yuchuo like an awl that day. Apart from the ink and grease painting on the blood fan, only Song Yingche and Song Yuchuo should know what the fan was, and on the day it was presented,

Song Yuchuo begged Song Yingche to lock her in a private drawer. How did Mrs. Mingzhen know? Song Yuchuo almost didn't know who she was. Song Yuchuo seemed to be controlled by her. Could it be that Song Yuchuo arranged for her subordinates in the palace? Who was she? Why did she do it?

Do you want to do this? Song Yuchuo was confused in his heart, but the appearance of a woman clearly appeared in front of him. Song Yuchuo's eyes passed over the wrinkles on her face, which were traces of time. Song Yuchuo tried his best to suppress the surprise in his eyes. She

He deliberately said that he wanted to listen with Song Yuchuo. What was the purpose?

"Because these reasons have failed, Su Meiren should not stop prevaricating." Mrs. Mingzhen did not notice Song Yuchuo's absent-minded look. She clicked lightly, put away the folding fan and said, "Song Yuchuo thought when he saw this fan.

The concubine likes to listen to "Sending a Fan". I might finish it today. I wonder if it's good to sing?"


Chapter completed!