"It's better for Concubine Xie to be blessed. She is obviously a concubine, but she is more glorious than us!"
A lady said this, her eyes staring at the carriage, especially after seeing Zhan Beihan get off the car, she turned around and stretched out her hand, holding Xie Yurui out of the car, and was so jealous that she even had the silk handkerchief in her hand.
All wrinkled.
But in fact.
After Zhan Beihan got off the bus, he didn't want to take care of Xie Yurui on the bus.
Xie Yurui also waited deliberately, wanting to wait for him to help him get off the car with a reserved attitude.
As a result...the man had no intention of reaching out.
Xie Yurui could only speak in a sweet voice: "Prince, this carriage is too high. Can you reach out and help me?"
Zhan Beihan frowned and turned his head: "Isn't this a horse stool?"
"The horse stool is also a bit tall, I'm afraid of tripping to the hem of the skirt..." Xie Yurui looked at him pitifully and stretched out her hand, "Can you help me? Just do it?"
The man looked at her impatiently. He wanted to wave his hand to let the coachman help her down, but he caught a glimpse of the carriage behind him. Xiao Lingyue opened the car door and came out.
He immediately changed his mind and reached out to say, "Come down."
Xie Yurui was both surprised and happy, so she hurriedly put her hand in his palm, held the hem of her skirt and stepped on the horse stool and got out of the car.
A few meters behind.
Xiao Lingyue looked at the two of them coldly and smirked in her heart.
"Minister, please get out of the car." The coachman put down the horse stool and reached out to help her.
"Need not."
Xiao Lingyue refused the coachman and got off the car himself.
"Empress of the Concubine!" At this time, a sincere, enthusiastic and familiar voice sounded.
Xiao Lingyue looked over and found that it was Mrs. Dongyang Bo who had met before, with her two daughters, and four or five middle-aged ladies who also had daughters, with their warm smiles on their faces.
Walk towards Xie Yurui.
"Oh, I didn't expect to meet the concubine here. It's such a coincidence..."
Mrs. Dongyang Bo smiled all over her face. After saying that, she looked at Zhan Beihan beside her, and her eyes lit up, "You are His Highness, Prince Yi, right?"
Xie Yurui held Zhan Beihan's arm intimately, raised her chin slightly, and nodded arrogantly: "Madam Dongyang Bo, the ladies are polite, this is my prince."
Then, she turned her head again and smiled at Beihan and said, "Prince, this is the wife of Dongyang Bo Mansion. Have you never seen her?"
Zhan Beihan's eyebrows and eyes were cold, he glanced at many women and nodded perfunctorily.
How could he have time to meet these women?
Even if he had seen it before, he couldn't remember it, let alone recognize it.
Not to mention Mrs. Dongyang Bo and others, they rarely have the opportunity to see King Yi. Most of the time they just take a look at him from a distance, and they may not even be able to see his eyebrows and nose.
I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to speak up close today.
A group of wives were so excited that their faces turned red. They stood half a meter away and did not dare to approach them. The leader of Mrs. Dongyang Bo smiled enthusiastically so that her eyes were all covered with flaws.
"Your Highness, King Yi!"
"I've seen His Highness, King Yi!"
After a noisy and chaotic salute, Mrs. Dongyang Bo flattered and praised: "His Royal Highness Yi personally sent the concubine to the banquet? You two have a good relationship, and it makes the wife envious when she sees it."
Xie Yurui smiled with a reserved smile: "Where is it? The prince just happened to have time, so he gave me one by the way."
As he said that, the pride in his eyes could not be hidden.