Chapter 100 This expression is so impressive...(1st update)
The queen gave birth to the prince, and the Leng family was in the limelight. However, Jiang Feixue was also pregnant, so the Ye family did not lose too much.
Well, Ye Wanwan has been regarded by default as an existence that has nothing to do with giving birth to children. Except for the Queen Mother who is still a little delusional, no one else thinks about this matter at all.
Jiang Feixue has been particularly fond of sour food recently. Everyone thought that the child in her belly should be a prince. The more the Queen Mother thought about it, the more she felt that it was not enough, so she asked Jiang Feixue to be a concubine. Now she is the sweet concubine.
As long as a prince is born, Jiang Feixue will definitely be the concubine.
The other people in the harem were only jealous and had no choice. Who prevented her from getting pregnant and not having an aunt who was the queen mother.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and the year was coming to an end. Ye Wanwan was bored and picked up the embroidery bandage.
She looked at Xiu Bao and then at her own hands. In her previous life, all her fingers were pinched off. Although she was later treated, she still suffered from disabilities. She couldn't even hold chopsticks, not to mention needles.
Now her hands are flawless, without any scratches.
She is very, very satisfied with her body and has never liked it so much. Therefore, she will not let go of anyone who hurts her, such as Zhao Yi, who hurt her again and again.
I was feeling furious in my heart, but suddenly I was stunned and pricked my hand with a needle...
Just... very suddenly.
Looking at her bleeding fingers, Ye Wanwan felt like crying inexplicably. It wasn't that she felt particularly painful, but a surge of emotion came over her that she couldn't control for a while.
Yan Chen noticed something strange and came over: "Mother, what's wrong?"
Ye Wanwan raised her head, with tears still in her eyes, and showed her finger to Yan Chen: "It's okay, it's pricked."
Yan Chen: "..." The imperial concubine probably doesn't know how impressive her expression is...
Finally, he sighed in his heart and took a handkerchief to wipe away the blood beads: "I'm going to get the medicine."
Hearing this, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, the wound can't be seen, why do you need medicine? Although I am noble, I am not a porcelain doll, okay?"
The emotions came and went quickly. Ye Wanwan smiled and shed tears. This time she was really not wronged.
Wiping her tears, she picked up the embroidery fabric next to her and said, "I haven't touched needle and thread for a long time. I don't know what to embroider. What do you want?"
You want to embroider it for him?
"Mother...this is unreasonable."
Ye Wanwan waved her hand: "What's wrong with being polite? I'm just practicing my skills, don't forget about it."
Yan Chen pursed his lips slightly and said, "I like to grow flowers, and I love Ye Youtan the most... Thank you for the gift, your Majesty."
She hasn't embroidered it yet.
"Ye Youtan." Ye Wanwan thought of the short-lived flower she saw last time. It was beautiful and unique to the beauty of the night.
His eyes fell on Yan Chen's face, which suited him very well.
Knowing what to embroider is half the problem.
Female beauty is not difficult for Ye Wanwan. It is also one of the subjects she must learn. Although she has not done it for many years, it does not stop her.
Splitting threads, threading needles for embroidery, and after a few fumbles, I quickly got started.
Ye Wanwan was embroidering seriously and completely forgot about the things around her. Yan Chen liked to play with his flowers when he had nothing to do. He took care of Ye Wanwan's small garden ever since he came here.
While plowing the ground and planting flowers, I occasionally looked up at Ye Wanwan, and I had a strange feeling of peace and tranquility. But this is the palace, where can such tranquility come from?
Embroidery is something that requires a lot of patience and time. It is difficult for people with an unstable mind to calm down, but once you take it seriously, time flies very quickly.
When Ye Wanwan regained her composure and looked up, it was already night.
Two Yeyoutan flowers have been embroidered on the embroidery, one is in bud and the other is in bloom.
The embroidery is quite satisfactory, which proves that the embroidery skills have not fallen behind. This fabric is just enough to make a purse.
Mainly, it was not appropriate to say goodbye. As a noble concubine, she was making clothes for a young eunuch. If word spread, Ye Wanwan would be drowned in the spit of those people. Of course, she would also find it strange.
The embroidery work wasn't finished yet, so Ye Wanwan put it down and continued tomorrow.
When I got up the next day, the first thing I did was to pay my respects to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother did not like these concubines and would not let anyone else come over except the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. On weekdays, only Ye Wanwan and Jiang Feixue would come over. Unexpectedly, all of them came over today.
Everyone is here, except for the queen and the grounded concubine Li, who is late.
Ye Wanwan was slightly surprised and walked in. After greeting the Queen Mother, she sat directly next to the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother was sitting upright, with no expression on her face, and it was hard to tell what her mood was.
"The Ai family has already discussed the matter. The Ai family will send people to each palace later. You should prepare early when you go back. Don't wait if it's late."
"yes."
Ye Wanwan was in a daze for a moment and understood.
At the end of every year, all concubines can send letters and things back home. There will be dedicated people to help deliver them. At the same time, if their families want to reply to letters or bring things, they will also be sent back. This is a rare opportunity once a year.
Nearly half of the concubines' natal families are not in Beijing, such as Jiang Feixue, but Jiang Feixue is better than them. With the Ye family as her backer, it is easy to contact her.
But other people are not so lucky. If you want to contact them on weekdays, it will take a lot of effort and a lot of money to deal with it. Therefore, unless it is urgent, you will not contact them.
The palace stipulates that they are allowed to correspond with their families and send things to each other one and a half months before the New Year every year. By the time they come back and forth, it will be almost the New Year.
Everything was arranged, and the Queen Mother asked them to leave directly.
"Concubine, please retire."
A group of people pushed him down one after another, and only Ye Wanwan and Jiang Feixue stayed here.
The Queen Mother looked at Ye Wanwan and sighed: "Wan'er, you should also learn to help the Ai family take care of these things."
There are many affairs in the harem, and it is not that simple to take care of them, especially at the end of the year when there are a lot of accounts to look at.
The Queen Mother can actually be lazy, but if she wants to hold on to power and help Zhao Yi take care of things, she will naturally have to suffer.
Ye Wanwan didn't want to cause trouble for herself, and she didn't want to take care of Zhao Yi's harem, but she had to reply to the Queen Mother's words.
"I will learn as much as I can, and I will definitely share my worries for my aunt in the future."
Let’s leave it at that. As for the rest, we’ll talk about it later.
Jiang Feixue pouted at the side: "Aunt, I can help you share your worries."
The Queen Mother smiled: "Okay, okay, I'm very happy that you have this heart to care for me. But the most important thing now is the children in your belly. They are all going to be mothers. Be calm and don't jump up and down."
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Jiang Feixue touched her belly and said angrily: "Obviously the child is making trouble for me."
The Queen Mother looked at her belly and her smile deepened: "Just make trouble, boys have to make trouble."
Ye Wanwan did not participate in the discussion. It had only been a few months and the child was probably no bigger than a palm. Why did they all seem to see the child running on the ground?