Yanmenchun

Chapter 23

Shen Tuchan shook her hand away heavily, Zheng Cuicui was staggered by the force, Shen Tuchan had never seen such a stupid girl before, she took a step forward: "Miss Zheng, you don't ask before you bully others Did you inquire? I warned you last time! You still dare to come to me, why, didn’t Mrs. Guo stop you?”

Zheng Cuicui's face was extremely ugly. In fact, Mrs. Ming Guogong had warned her before coming to the banquet today that no trouble was allowed. She had other plans to teach Shen Tuchan a lesson, but she was so angry that she took advantage of Shentu Chan followed when she came out.

She raised her other hand and swung it over again, this time Shen Tuchan grabbed her hand and twisted it back to hold her.

Zheng Cuicui couldn't help but let out an ah, exerted all her strength but found that she couldn't move at all, her face was filled with horror, she thought that only the maidservant beside Shen Tuchan knew kung fu, but she didn't expect that Shen Tuchan could do it herself, so she couldn't help but speak Cursed: "Let go of me! You are really a barbarian girl who grew up in Mobei! This is the palace, you are so brave!"

Shen Tuchan was almost laughed at by her stupidity and clumsiness: "Miss Zheng, could it be that I kicked the little girl that day and you just took it as a coincidence? I don't want to have any entanglements with you at all, but you are endless! "

Zheng Cuicui's face was full of gritted resentment: "You've made me lose face, why don't you let it go? Let me go, or there will be no good fruit! If you dare to touch a hair of mine, you will die tomorrow!"

She looked aloof, as if Shen Tuchan should be allowed to be harmed by her, resistance was Shen Tuchan's fault, there was no princess's life, and a princess' disease.

Shen Tuchan locked her arm with one hand, and with the other hand pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and pressed it against Zheng Cuicui's face. The golden hairpin was extremely cold in the autumn night, Zheng Cuicui felt very uncomfortable, and a trace of panic surged Turning to his heart, he stared wide-eyed at Shen Tuchan's cold expression in the night lights.

Shen Tuchan's voice was even colder: "Miss Zheng, you are the one who came to my door again and again, and you provoked and framed me endlessly. I am too lazy to warn you. The horses in Mobei know how to be obedient even after they have grown up. I only say what I say now, you remember! If you dare to provoke me or want to harm me again, give me your life!"

After she finished speaking, she pushed Zheng Cuicui hard, and Zheng Cuicui fell on the stone, screaming in pain for the rest of her life.

After Shen Tuchan finished speaking, she quickly turned around and left. When the maids holding lamps came over, they saw only a shadow passing by.

When Shen Tuchan walked to the exit, she saw Jiang Lan and Qin Wenyu sitting on the gazebo next to her.

Qin Wenyu was leaning on the pillar and watching her, as if he had just watched a big play by Shen Tuchan.

Shen Tuchan was expressionless, turned to Jiang Lan and saluted, "I have seen the prince, I have seen the prince."

Jiang Lan didn't speak, he nodded indifferently, Shen Tuchan turned and left without looking at Qin Wenyu.

Qin Wenyu looked at Jiang Lan suspiciously: "Why does she look like she can't see me? Are all the noble girls in the capital city so defiant now?"

At this moment, Jiang Lan couldn't help but twitched her lips: "You look like you're watching a good show, and it would be nice for her to greet you."

Both of them have very good ears, and they heard the whole conversation between Shen Tuchan and Zheng Cuicui just now.

Qin Wenyu couldn't help sighing: "If Miss Zheng does anything bad or wrong in the future, she will be appointed to do it, and the two of us will be witnesses."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "You are, I am not."

"Why? Is she the lady from Zhenbeihou's Mansion?" Qin Wenyu asked without thinking, "You really like her? But you two are quite compatible, she is a woman with this personality, you You don’t need to marry a side concubine or concubine in this life, and you may even be clean in the future. After all, she doesn’t seem to take the initiative to care for you. You two don’t care about each other. You can live a lifetime. Hey, don’t go !"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Lan had already disappeared, and Qin Wenyu hurriedly jumped up to follow.

When Shentuchan came back, Shentuqi was already waiting for her. As soon as he saw her, he stepped up and pulled her: "Big sister, where have you been?"

Seeming very nervous and scared, Shen Tuchan had no choice but to bend slightly and hugged her, saying: "There was a little matter just now, and it has been resolved now. Is it my fault? I apologize to you, don't be angry with me."

Her tone was gentle, Shen Tuqi was hugged by her, and the fear in his heart dissipated a lot, so he said with some embarrassment: "No, I'm not angry, I didn't wait long."

Shen Tuchan hummed and led her back.

Just now Feng Yingru saw that the two had been away for so long and didn't come back, thinking that something happened, and was planning to send her mother to take a look, but now she was relieved to see them come back.

After Shen Tuchan sat down, Feng Yingru turned to this side and said, "Are you in trouble?"

While she was talking, she saw a court lady whispering something in Mrs. Ming's ear, and Mrs. Ming immediately looked at Shen Tuchan.

With four eyes facing each other, Mrs. Ming's eyes were like knives, but Shen Tuchan just averted her eyes lightly.

Feng Yingru looked at the back of Mrs. Ming Guogong who hurriedly got up and went out and asked, "Miss Zheng?"

Shen Tuchan nodded, took a sip of tea before responding, "I delivered it to the door, but I fell down."

The same water in the capital city raises all kinds of people, but the same rice in the Ming Dynasty’s mansion first raised Zheng Zhe, and then Zheng Cuicui. The Ming Guogong and his wife may really have problems educating their children. .

Thinking of these things, Feng Yingru helped her forehead helplessly, and looked at Shen Tuchan worriedly: "Be careful, they must have other plots."

Shen Tuchan comforted her with a hum: "Don't worry, I will guard against her."

Feng Yingru could only nod her head worriedly.

On the emperor's side, Li Xiangshan and Concubine Rong were singing together to make the emperor happy. Princess Ningguo sat next to the queen and looked at them like a monkey.

Only then did Shentuchan feel that something was wrong, she asked Feng Yingru in a low voice, "Where is the eleventh prince?"

On such occasions, it is understandable that the unfavored and untitled prince would not come. The eleventh prince is the only prince under Concubine Rong's knee, so how could he be absent from such a big banquet.

She didn't mention that Feng Yingru almost forgot about it, and explained after hearing the words: "It is said that I have a cold occasionally, and I am afraid that I will infect the emperor."

Feng Yingru's expression was obviously disbelief, but Shen Tuchan smiled slightly: "No, it should be true. If it is a fake imperial concubine, she must be sighing and trying to draw the emperor's mercy, because it is true, so she is very happy." It's a pity that the eleventh prince lost this opportunity to show his face in front of the emperor, you can see how hard she and Li Taiwei are working hard to have fun on Bohuang."

Feng Yingru looked at her close friend in shock, she turned her head to look at the emperor and Concubine Rong, and then looked back at Shen Tuchan, thinking in her heart that Shen Tuchan was right.

Shen Tuchan explained with a smile: "I'm learning physiognomy, and I also learned something called Guanxin."

Feng Yingru had heard before that some books taught people how to be courteous and good-looking, and how to distinguish people's hearts through details. She always thought it was nonsense. Some of people's cleverness and ability were born in their mother's womb, and some were instilled in their lives.

But Shen Tuchan never lied to her, it should be true, she couldn't help sighing: "I never thought you have such a talent."

Shen Tuchan just smiled and didn't answer this sentence.

　King Yan is the direct prince, and he was only crowned king at the age of fourteen. The eleventh prince is too young to be crowned king, so he is called the eleventh prince in order.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)