The old nanny immediately understood, let go of her beauty, went to the back kitchen to ask, and returned to the main hall within a moment: "Madam, this is indeed the case."
"Oh, Huarong, how dare you ignore the mistress of the house and go to the East Palace alone. You must have made a lot of jokes in the East Palace once you were unable to board the concubine's room." Mrs. Shangshu said with disdain, and there was an inexplicable anger in her heart.
, she wanted to scold him a few more times.
Someone suddenly stood outside the hall. She hurriedly kept silent and greeted him happily: "Husband, you are back."
Li Shangshu Li Rui, who is more than eight feet tall and looks better than Pan An. Before getting married, he was one of the sons of aristocratic families that women in the capital most wanted to marry.
This man has a meticulous nature and is a smiling tiger. He basically has no political enemies in the court, and his relationships with everyone are neither cold nor hot.
The reason why he was able to become a minister at such a young age was that he was really good at his skills, had many achievements, was outstanding in ability, and was quite trusted by the emperor.
"Rong'er." Li Rui passed over Mrs. Shangshu and held Hua Rong, who had her head lowered, in his arms. "I'm not in the house, but I'm being bullied?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Shangshu's heart was in doubt. She gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes, feeling nervous and resentful that Li Rui always looked for flowers.
Huarong is the daughter of Li Rui who met her father when she went to Jiangnan three years ago on an errand. Her father was a policeman in a small county in Jiangnan. She grew up with no worries about food and clothing, and she has a sweet and gentle temperament.
He felt happy the first time he saw her. After helping him handle the funeral, she took her directly back to the capital and became his concubine.
A year later, they gave birth to a son, who is just two years old this year and is named Li Chen.
Huarong nestled on the man she thought was heaven, shook her head, and said softly: "No one bullies me. Your Excellency, you are tired from going to court. You should rest more and don't worry about the affairs of the back house."
Li Rui rubbed her hair lovingly: "Okay."
Mrs. Shangshu watched them leave hand in hand and threw the porcelain on the table angrily: "This bitch, overtly and secretly, is mocking me for making things difficult for her, and she also asked her husband not to worry about the affairs of the back house?"
"I didn't realize it, but she is very scheming! In my husband's eyes, she is a weakling!"
"Madam, please don't get upset with yourself. The most urgent thing now is that you want to have a child." The old lady advised.
When she mentioned the child, Mrs. Shangshu felt like there was a lump in her throat, and she couldn't swallow or spit it out.
She had been married to Li Rui for ten years and had never gotten pregnant.
Since Hua Rong came back, Li Rui rarely touched her, so Mrs. Shangshu regarded Hua Rong as a thorn in her side, and not long ago she specially selected a few thin Yangzhou horses to serve Li Rui.
What made her angry was that although Li Rui accepted them, he never favored them.
Nowadays, in the huge Shangshu Mansion, only Hua Rong has given birth to a son. Mrs. Shangshu once thought of adopting a son in her own name, but Li Rui actually refused.
How could this not make her crazy and jealous? She was waiting for an opportunity to leave Hua Rong dead without a chance to survive.
What happened in Shangshu's Mansion reached Ye Fuxun's ears that night.
At that time, Ye Fuxun was eating cakes in Ji Yannuo's arms. When he heard such trivial matters in the Shangshu Mansion, he couldn't help but get excited: "Has Huarong been bullied?"
"No." Feiying shook his head.
Ye Fuxun tapped her index finger on the table, and poked Ji Yannuo, who was reading the official document: "Yannuo, what kind of person is this Li Rui?"
Ji Yannuo said: "Outstanding ability."
"No more?" Ye Fuxun was dissatisfied. When she saw that Ji Yannuo still looked serious at work, she turned her eyes slightly, raised her head and took a breath on his neck.
Ji Yannuo's eyes flashed darkly. He looked at the piles of documents on the table and felt quite headache.
Ye Fuxun continued: "Prince Jin, please read the official documents obediently. I am going to have a rest."
"Okay." Ji Yannuo chuckled and pinched her cheek, "Xun'er goes to bed first, I'll wait for a while."
Ye Fuxun looked at the faint dark blue in his eyes, feeling distressed in his heart, and then sat down on the pear blossom stool next to him: "I'll finish it with you, hurry up."
Ji Yannuo's unfathomable eyes flashed with light, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Okay."
At this glance, he saw that it was late at night. Ye Fuxun couldn't help it and kept taking a nap. His posture was silly and cute.
After reading the last memorial, Ji Yannuo gently picked up Ye Fuxun, kissed her cheek with great piety, and walked steadily towards her bedroom.
When Ye Fuxun woke up the next day, she found that she was still a little dazed on the bed. Her memory only lingered on reading documents with Ji Yannuo, and then they disappeared.
Just as she was about to get up, the curtain suddenly opened and Ji Yannuo came back from morning exercises.
Then the two of them finished their breakfast together!
Ye Fuxun has always been a resolute person. Now that she decided to open a pastry shop, she went to find a suitable shop after breakfast.
After walking around the capital and still not finding the right one, Ye Fuxun was not discouraged. Everything is difficult at the beginning.
"Princess Jin."
The sudden sound made Ye Fuxun and others stunned. When Xiluo looked around, what he saw was Mrs. Shangshu's face that was dignified enough but not beautiful at all.
She took a step back and leaned into Ye Fuxun's ear and said, "Princess Jin is the wife of Li Shangshu, Qin Meimei, the daughter of Taishi."
After Xiluo came to the capital, he remembered all the ladies of the aristocratic families in the city clearly. After all, Ye Fuxun was the princess of Jin, so it was inevitable that she would meet her.
Ye Fuxun understood, it turned out that Mrs. Shangshu's name was Qin Meimei.
"Mrs. Shangshu." Ye Fuxun nodded lightly. In the past, she had little contact with the ladies of these aristocratic families. She was either busy at the herbal shop or looking for food, drinks and entertainment.
Qin was beautiful and beautiful. She had seen Ye Fuxun at a palace banquet, but she only saw him from a distance and could not see his face clearly. Now that she saw him up close, she was even more amazed, and she couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.
A woman like Ye Fuxun who was loved by the people for her superb medical skills, who was also the Princess of Jin, who had outstanding beauty and clean temperament was simply the kind of person that all women in the world aspired to.
Not to mention, Jin Wang Ji Yannuo doted on her in every possible way. Even though he was in a high position, he never had a concubine, not even a maid.
Ye Fuxun was also a smart and intelligent son who was loved by the emperor and was named the King of Chang'an when he was only five years old!
Seriously, comparing people to each other is really annoying.
Qin Meimei was lost in thought for a long time, and the old woman hurriedly pulled behind her.
"Mrs. Shangshu, I have something important to attend to, so I'll take my leave." The road Ye Fuxun took happened to be where Egret Academy was, and she also wanted to visit Hongyi.
Qin Meimei said hurriedly: "Princess Jin, do you know the Hua family in my house?"
Ye Fuxun stopped in his tracks, looked back at her and nodded: "Yes, Mrs. Hua's cakes are very delicious, I really like them."
So that's it! When Qin Meimei got the answer she wanted, she immediately smiled: "I also like to make cakes on weekdays. How about I make them and bring them to the East Palace for you to try?"
"Yes." Ye Fuxun wanted to refuse, but thinking that this might cause trouble for Hua Rong, she nodded and turned to leave.