Chapter four hundred and thirty sixth, do not have deep meaning
"I have met His Highness King Yong." Zhang Wanyin raised her head and looked at the person who came, and immediately raised the corners of her lips in a salute.
Yu Xijiao followed her and bowed sideways.
The brave king Feng Yi'an smiled lightly: "No courtesy."
Among the three princes, King Yong is the most proficient in martial arts, and has the closest relationship with the Zhengyuan Hou Mansion. In her last life, Yu Lanxuan met King Yong. If her father returns to Beijing, he will definitely come, and he will always come to him every time.
Dad asked for advice on how to prepare troops for battle, and would send a special gift during every year and festival.
Since my father passed away, I have stopped sending gifts to my door.
Compared with Duan Wang Feng Lanxiu, Yong Wang's eyes are a bit sharper, his nose is as bold as a hanging nose, and his eyes are slender. Many civil servants are optimistic about Duan Wang, and the generals are more optimistic about Yong Wang.
"Your Highness King Yong, this is the third girl from the Xuanping Hou Mansion." Zhang Wanyin said softly.
Feng Yi'an glanced at Yu Xijiao. The woman in front of him had cloud-like hair and a delicate and bright face. Her long and curly eyelashes flickered slightly. Her eyes were as clear as water, but there was a little more in her eyes when she looked back.
Fen Charming, she was the one who exposed Yu Lanxue’s matter on the spot!
Was it because of her that Yu Yuxi fell from the position of principal concubine to side concubine?
There was a hint of darkness in his eyes, was it an accident or was it intentional? How could a young lady who had just come to Beijing have such a heavy burden? All the young ladies raised by the Xie family in Jiangnan were like this?
Zhang Wanyin has been observing Feng Yi'an carefully, not missing the hint of admiration in his eyes. The corner of her lips curled up slightly, she stepped forward and pointed at the painting on the table: "This is the embroidery painting painted by Miss Yu just now.
I think it’s not any worse than paintings by some famous artists.”
Feng Yian's eyes withdrew from Yu Xijiao's body and fell on the drawing paper. He picked up the drawing paper and looked at it carefully before nodding and praising: "It is indeed a good painting. Such a good painting must be put away.
I wonder if Miss Yu can part with her, Changping has always liked this kind of embroidery, how about I give it to Changping?"
The seventh princess gave her the title Changping, also known as Princess Changping.
"Your Majesty, King Yong, this is your fault. I asked Miss Yu San to paint this painting. I also spent a lot of thought on it. I asked Miss Yu San to help modify my previous embroidery paintings. If it were given to the elder,
Princess Ping, what should I do? What about the half-embroidered pattern?"
Before Yu Xijiao could speak, Zhang Wanyin had already rejected her with a smile.
She grew up in the palace, and she grew up with several princes. Although she left for several years, she quickly became familiar with her after returning to the capital. The events of her childhood were still vivid in her mind.
Princess Mingqing, who they grew up with, is also different from other daughters of aristocratic families.
"I gave the painting to Chang Ping. I can also show it to you as an embroidery painting." Feng Yi'an said, his eyes fell on the embroidery painting, and he obviously admired it very much.
"How about I embroider it first and then send it to the Seventh Princess?" Zhang Wanyin thought of a solution that would make the best of both worlds.
"That's okay, but remember to tell Chang Ping that I gave it to her as a gift." Feng Yi'an nodded.
Yu Xijiao looked at the two people in front of her speechlessly. This painting was painted by herself, but the decision-making power was in their hands. Without saying a word, she said that her painting was given by King Yong to the Seventh Princess. She had not left the palace yet.
The beautiful lady is now regarded as the future concubine of King Qi. The painting fell into the hands of King Yong and was sent away by his prosthetic hand. Some things are both good and bad.
Yu Xijiao was unwilling and looked thoughtfully at Feng Yi'an and Zhang Wanyin who were joking. How could she get this painting back?
Zhang Wanyin's attitude today is also very strange...
"Why is your second cousin here?" Feng Yu's voice came from the door, very lazily, and several guards carried his wheelchair across the threshold smoothly.
When the wheelchair landed, Huaibao reached behind and pushed the wheelchair over.
"Why is my cousin here?" Feng Yi'an raised his eyes, his eyes a little gentler than before.
"After talking to the imperial grandmother, I came over to take a look. I didn't expect my second cousin to be here? I just thought that the speculation I talked about with Princess Mingqing was my eldest cousin." Feng Yu leaned on the wheelchair, feeling a little tired.
Lazy, handsome eyes turned from Feng Yi'an's face to Zhang Wanyin's face with a smile but not a smile.
Then from Zhang Wanyin's face, to Feng Yilian's face, a hint of a clear smile appeared: "I heard that when I was a child, my second cousin had the best relationship with Princess Mingqing!"
Feng Yi'an turned his head and coughed heavily, then turned his head and smiled coldly: "It's been so long since I was a child, I don't remember it anymore. Brother Yu was so young at that time, I don't even remember it, Yu
How can I still remember this?"
"Maybe there was nothing going on at that time. The three cousins were older and didn't play with me, so I just paid attention to this." Feng Yu said disapprovingly.
Feng Yu left Beijing when he was about two years old. He was almost raised under the Queen Mother's knees because of the Queen Mother's liking. He was extremely domineering when he was young, and he had developed close friendships with several of his cousins.
"Brother Yu was cute when he was young and liked to play with girls." Feng Yian smiled.
"But then there were no girls to play with me." Feng Yu sighed, his eyes swept over Yu Xijiao and landed on the paintings on the table. The wheelchair moved forward and was pushed in front of the table.
"This is a good painting." Feng Yu picked it up casually.
"Miss Yu San's paintings are naturally good. The embroidery in the south of the Yangtze River is different from that in the capital. The ones I embroidered before were a bit biased." Zhang Wanyin laughed softly.
"Since it was painted by Miss Yu San, it belongs to me. Take it." Feng Yu closed the painting and handed it to Huaibao. Huaibao took it hurriedly and carefully. This is the painting of the mistress. He will get it after he returns.
Frame it and collect it.
Yu Xijiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that Feng Yu put the painting away...
"Prince Qi, this is a painting given to me by Miss Yu San. It's not good for you to put it away like this!" Zhang Wanyin joked.
"Would you rather give it to me?" Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and pointed at Feng Yian, "If Princess Mingqing likes it, just ask your second cousin to find some good embroidery paintings."
Zhang Wanyin is the future Princess Duan. She likes to embroider paintings but asks King Yong to collect them. The meaning in this painting is quite evocative.
Zhang Wanyin blushed, red with anger, pursed her lips, and the smile on her face faded.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is what I should do?" Feng Yian glared at Feng Yu.
"Yes... it's my brother's fault. I must have been my eldest cousin. I forgot about it for a moment. I hope Princess Mingqing will forgive me." Feng Yu bowed down in the wheelchair in a decent manner and said with a big smile.
He said it was Dao Qian, but he was not sincere at all. It even made Zhang Wanyin embarrassed to speak, for fear that he would say something embarrassing again.
"Has the Imperial Grandmother come to see me?" Feng Yi'an stopped talking about the painting. If he continued talking, he was not sure what his cousin would say.
His eyes swept over Yu Xijiao's face calmly, and he realized that this third girl from the Xuanping Hou Mansion was really at a loss. With such a stunning appearance and courage, she was such a pretty girl but she had to marry such a bastard.
This is not a normal person.
"The Imperial Grandmother is indeed looking for you, second cousin, go and have a look." Feng Yu said lazily.
"Brother, let's go take a look first." Feng Yi'an said, then nodded to Zhang Wanyin and Yu Xijiao, turned around and strode away.
"Prince Qi, would you like to drink the scented tea brought by Wanyin? The way of drinking it is a bit different from the one in the capital. I wonder if the prince will get used to it?"
Zhang Wanyin invited with a smile.
"No need, I want to tell Miss Yu San a few words not to disturb Princess Mingqing." Feng Yu said.
"Then I'll go and see what the Queen Mother has to say first. At this time in the past, the Queen Mother would have to go and study scriptures. I'm afraid I can't do that today," Zhang Wanyin said with a smile.
After saying that, he said to Yu Xijiao: "I had a very interesting conversation with Miss Yu today. I hope we can have a good chat next time Miss Yu comes to the palace."
After bowing to Feng Yu sideways, she led her people back out.
Yu Xijiao looked at the back of her leaving, and then at the embroidery thrown aside. It was said that she had specially embroidered it, but now it seemed that she didn't take it to heart at all, so this was... deliberately done for her to see.
?Why are you here?
The wheelchair moved forward and sat down next to Yu Xijiao. Huaibao waved his hand and everyone else left, leaving only him and Mingyue waiting beside their respective masters.
"Princess Mingqing seems to want to say something to me, but because you guys came here, I don't have time to say it." Yu Xijiao said thoughtfully, and then pointed to the embroidery painting placed aside, "Said it was embroidered by her.
Yes, let me see if there is anything wrong with it. This embroidery is too biased, there is too much white space, and it doesn’t look right.”
"So, you added a flower?" Feng Yu asked with a half-smile.
Yu Xijiao nodded: "Princess Mingqing...is very thoughtful."
"You are indeed very courageous. After returning to the capital, the first person you sent to see off was Prince Yong's Mansion, and then Prince Duan's Mansion and Prince Yi's Mansion. It seemed that they were all treated equally, but in fact, the sequence was wrong." Feng Yu said disapprovingly.
.
Zhang Wanyin doesn't seem like someone who would really get the order wrong.
"After Princess Mingqing enters the capital, she will hold a lotus appreciation banquet and decide on the positions of the principal concubines and concubines of each prince's palace." Yu Xijiao said thoughtfully, her eyes raised, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
This order may seem unimportant, but it still sounds a little different. Would someone like Zhang Wanyin make such a mistake?
Thinking back to the situation between the two of them just now, a sudden thought came to my mind: "Before the lotus appreciation banquet, everyone thought that Princess Duan was Yu Yuxi's?"
With King Yi gone, the only one left is King Yong. It seems that the relationship between Zhang Wanyin and King Yong Feng Yi'an is really good.
Feng Yu smiled, his voice neither soft nor serious, and sounded leisurely in the hall: "The imperial grandmother should have chosen her as Princess Yong first, but no one expected that something would happen to Yu Yuxi, so the position of the royal concubine became vacant.
Grandmother is really fond of Zhang Wanyin, or it can be said that the imperial grandmother is more optimistic about Princess Duan than Princess Yong."
The sentence is more optimistic, and it refers to the attitude of the Queen Mother. The prince has not yet been established, and everyone is suspicious. What Feng Yu said so openly is definitely treason...
No matter how courageous she was, Yu Xijiao's expression immediately changed after hearing these words...