Under the gaze of the Yongshou Palace, Ye Wanwan narrowed her eyes, sighed, and said with a sad expression: "The Queen Mother is angry, I'd better not bother her anymore, go back!"
Looking tired and uncomfortable, she walked back slowly, looking as if she was upset for the Queen Mother, but in fact she was in a good mood.
When I returned to the gate of Guanju Palace, I saw Jiang Feixue, dressed in delicate pink and white, extremely delicate and delicate, walking out with brisk steps.
She was so happy when she unexpectedly bumped into Ye Wanwan. Her expression suddenly changed and her smile froze: "Cousin, aren't you going to see your aunt? Why are you back?"
Why does this look so guilty?
Ye Wanwan's thoughts changed, but she did not embarrass her: "The Queen Mother is in a bad mood, so I didn't dare to disturb you. But you look good and you seem to be fine."
"Haha, is that right?" Jiang Feixue touched her ears uncomfortably, her eyes evasive: "Um...I've been bored in the room these past few days, and I'm about to go out for a walk, so I won't delay my cousin.
I'm leaving."
After saying that, he walked away, as if he was afraid that others would catch up with him.
Qingsha was puzzled: "What is Mr. Jiang doing? In a hurry, and he didn't take anyone with him."
Ye Wanwan had some guesses and curled her lips coolly: "You'll know soon."
Ye Wanwan went back to her room to have dinner, wash up and was about to go to bed when the news came that the emperor had left Jiang Feixue to attend the bed.
Look, isn't this the answer?
As a concubine, Jiang Feixue is qualified. She will do whatever it takes to win favor. This is what a concubine should do. Thinking about it this way, is she too unmotivated now?
Oh, she was so obsessed with it in her previous life. As a result, she learned a bloody lesson and understood one thing. The more a woman throws herself at Zhao Yi, she will definitely die the worst in the end.
She wasn't cursing Jiang Feixue, she could only say... wish her good luck.
The autumn wind was blowing and the night was cool. Ye Wanwan was in a rare mood and asked someone to warm a pot of wine.
We set up a lounge chair in the garden, covered it with soft cushions, a bottle of wine, and a few plates of snacks, and savored them carefully.
She has an average drinking capacity, and after drinking a bottle of wine without realizing it, she felt a little dizzy.
This wine is a fine pure brew. It is very strong but does not hurt anyone. After drinking it, I will only feel dizzy and not have a headache. I feel quite comfortable.
She was already drunk and didn't know what she was doing. She just felt warm and dizzy, and her body was weak. She found a comfortable position and lay softly on the couch, holding the wine bottle in front of her chest with both hands.
His feet were curled up, like a drunk cat who had secretly drank wine.
The evening breeze in autumn was already very cold, and since she was outdoors, Ye Wanwan's body was weak and she could easily get sick.
Qingsha asked people to clear things on the table, while she went into the room to get a blanket.
But at this moment, Ye Wanwan, who was curled up on the chair, lowered her head forward and was about to roll off the chair.
Just when Ye Wanwan was about to fall, the figure standing in the corner quickly stepped forward. No one could see his movements clearly, but he had already firmly caught the falling Ye Wanwan.
In fact, the fall wouldn't be too serious at such a height, but Ye Wanwan's delicate skin would suffer a little.
After being caught, Ye Wanwan was still confused and had no idea what had just happened.
Yan Chen caught the person, his arms were full of fragrance, soft and sweet as he had never felt before, but he did not move his face, he just picked up the person and prepared to put him back on the chair gently.
He put down his feet first, and then slowly lowered Ye Wanwan's upper body. Because he was leaning forward, the two of them were very close. He could clearly smell the fragrance of her mouth and nose, which seemed to be stronger than the strong aroma of wine.
Want sinners.
Her hair is messy and hanging down, her eyebrows are misty, her red lips are pretty, and her clothes are wrinkled, as if she has been bullied all over again. The drunken style of this most noble lady in Beijing is such that even a man would be unable to control himself.
At this moment, Ye Wanwan half-opened her eyes in confusion, turned her head slightly, her eyes were empty, but she didn't know where the corner of her lips had brushed.
Yan Chen stiffened, slowly put Ye Wanwan down, and stood up as if nothing had happened. Qingsha was startled when she saw Ye Wanwan rolling down, but luckily Yan Chen caught her and quickly brought a blanket to Ye
Cover with Wan Wan.
Yan Chen said nothing and silently retreated to the corner, as if nothing had happened. The hot chin and slightly red ear tips were covered by the night.
Those dark blue eyes stared at the drunken concubine in the darkness. Something was slowly growing in a place no one knew about.
? ?A long time later, when Yan Chen became a traitorous minister, he was deceived.
? “My dear concubine, you were the one who flirted with the slave first and even kissed the slave.”