Empress is forced to be the favorite concubine every day

Chapter 326 Leng Furong is really a ruthless person

The smile on Leng Furong's face deepened.

"Sister Yuan and Sister Xu are making good progress. I think I can finish it tonight. I don't trust you, so I want to go to the apse to embroider with you."

Song Lieyin was surprised for a moment.

Did she think too much?
Leng Furong actually didn't know that charcoal fire would release poisonous gas?
But in an instant, Song Lieyin denied this idea again.

Leng Furong has devoted herself to the layout for so long, even considering the weather, and specially asked people to seal the windows of the back hall, and hung thick cotton curtains on the door of the hall, all of which are obviously for today's situation.

Something flashed through Song Lieyin's mind.

A flash of sharpness flashed across her eyes very quickly.

If it is as she imagined, Leng Furong is really a ruthless person!
He even counted himself in...

The little palace maid guarding the door opened the door curtain a thin slit and invited the two of them in.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Lieyin felt that uncomfortable feeling came back all of a sudden.

She glanced at Yu and Zhao.

Yu Meiren raised her eyes slightly, her eyes sank when she saw Leng Furong, and she quickly turned her eyes back to the embroidered cloth.

Concubine Zhao smiled flatteringly, and made a gesture to get up and salute.

Leng Furong waved her hand generously, signaling her to sit down.

"It's almost free. Embroidery is important. I'll be with you."

After all, she sat down at a place near the door.

Time flies by like this.

In the hall, the quiet needle drop can be heard.

Song Lieyin was a little absent-minded.

With her eyelashes drooping slightly, she seemed to be embroidering, but in fact, she had been secretly paying attention to the movements of the three of them.

Because she knew that after tonight, no matter whether the birthday ceremony was completed or not, she didn't need to do embroidery anymore.

Leng Furong had a peaceful complexion, she was skillful in acupuncture, and she seemed to be concentrating on it.

Meiren Yu and Concubine Zhao had brows furrowed, their faces flushed, and their lips began to gradually turn purple, obviously showing signs of slight poisoning.

There was a light knock on the palace door, and Song Lieyin withdrew his thoughts.

Then I saw two little palace maids coming in, carrying four large delicate food boxes in their hands.

"Masters, it's time for dinner."

Leng Furong raised her eyes, "Time flies so fast... How much have you embroidered?"

Concubine Zhao twisted her wrist, and said weakly: "Hurry up, there is still half a foot..."

Leng Furong expressed satisfaction.

She looked at Yu Meiren again, and signaled with her eyes, 'What about you? '

Yu Meiren said indifferently: "Same, I still have half a foot left."

Leng Furong nodded, "That's great, sister Yu hurry up and embroider, after we finish embroidery, I will have to work hard for my sister to stitch the silk together."

Yu Meiren really wanted to say, 'Why me? '

However, her status is the lowest here, and dissatisfaction is meaningless.

"Sister Song, how much have you embroidered?" Leng Furong asked again.

Song Lieyin rubbed the center of his brows, looking very tired.

"I'm afraid I really need my sister to help me, I still have more than one foot left here..."

Leng Furong took a deep breath and said to herself, "Yesterday you only had one and a half feet left, now you tell me that there is more than one foot left, did you embroider on this day?" '

However, she was not annoyed on the surface, she just shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, I've been tired all day, let's eat first~"

Concubine Zhao got up immediately, but felt dizzy for a while, and her eyes turned black.

She held on to the table for a while before she could stand still.

Leng Furong said with concern: "Sister, keep at it. After finishing the embroidery today, you can rest as much as you want when you go back."

Concubine Zhao pulled the corner of her mouth reluctantly, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)