The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 7
Feng Yiyuan's complexion couldn't help turning blue and then white, and she stroked her heaving chest with her hand, looking at Mu Zhaoyue puzzledly. Today's Mu Zhaoyue seems to be a little different, and secretly glanced at the forehead-supporting man in the high position. Queen, I don't know where I went wrong, and things will develop like this.

Obviously everything was calculated, first deliberately let Yun Ji of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion take Bo Qingqing's seat, Bo Qingqing will definitely ask Mu Zhaoming for help, and Eunuch Tao will stop her, she has calculated these small things, and then Yuyanhua deliberately let Yuyanhua say those words, embarrassing Bo Qingqing.Although Mu Zhaoming wanted to save the siege, but due to his status, it was not easy for him to come forward. If she came out to make the siege in person at the right time, the matter would be a matter of course.

In this way, she not only saves Mu Zhaoming from the siege, but also shows her virtuousness and generosity in front of everyone. Mu Zhaoming will definitely be grateful to her.Unexpectedly, Mu Zhaoyue didn't know what medicine she had taken wrongly, not only did she not sell her account, but instead called her as ulterior motives in a few words, it really pissed her off.

In fact, how did she know that all this was taught to Mu Zhaoyue secretly by Bo Qingqing, and Mu Zhaoyue just repeated her words.Because she didn't put Bo Qingqing in her eyes at all, and naturally she would not think that all this was all secretly manipulated by Bo Qingqing.

Feng Yiyuan secretly glanced at Mu Zhaoming who was opposite, and saw that the other party still had the same expression, so she gritted her teeth and said apologetically, "What Zhaoyue said was that the princess was careless, please don't take offense, Mrs. Zuo Xiang." Eyes Looking at Bo Qingqing.

It is not a trivial matter for a dignified princess of a country to apologize to her subjects, but Mu Zhaoyue's performance is even more jaw-dropping.I saw Mu Zhaoyue attending calmly, saluted respectfully, and said apologetically: "The princess originally had a good intention, but Zhaoyue went too far. I hope the princess will forgive me." After speaking, she was respectful and polite again. An angry salute.

In the aristocratic circle of the capital, the well-known Miss Huobao suddenly became so knowledgeable, it really is going to rain red and the sun is going to rise in the west.

Feng Yiyuan took a breath, knowing that the other party was not acting, but she had to suppress her anger and said, "Miss Mu doesn't need to take it to heart about a misunderstanding." Don't offend Mu Zhaoyue now, when she sits on Mrs. Zuo Xiang's seat After the position, it will not be too late to clean her up slowly.

Mu Zhaoyue pulled Bao Qingqing and said: "Sister-in-law, your seat is in the front, I will take you there." Turning her head, she deliberately glanced at the empty seat just now, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Miss Yu, why are you sitting alone today? , I didn’t see your biological mother Yun Ji... Oh, no, it should be called Aunt Yun, why isn’t she by your side?”

Also in the noble circle, Mu Zhaoyue is no stranger to Yuyanhua, thinking of her talking about her affection just now, she naturally wanted to vent her feelings.

The corners of Bao Qingqing's lips curled up involuntarily, Mu Zhaoyue's counterattack this time hit the opponent's vital point, and Yunji's background was Yu Yanhua's sore spot.

Yu Yanhua's complexion darkened in an instant, Ji, is a synonym for domestic prostitutes who were raised by the aristocrats of the Fengqi Kingdom and used to serve guests at banquets.

These women are equivalent to prostitutes in the brothel, even if they have been raised by the master to be aunts, if the guests need to occupy their names, they still come out to serve them, they are the most humble group in Fengqi Kingdom.

Yunji's predecessor was a prostitute in Bo's house. One time when Bo's house hosted a banquet, Yulian got drunk and lost her morality. Fortunately, she had Yuyanhua. It was only mentioned as my aunt.

Bo Qing glanced affectionately at the flying phoenix Bu Yao on Yu Yanhua's head. Given her background, even if she married Feng Yunyi, she could only be a concubine.

Concubine, side concubine, dream!
Yu Yanhua looked at Mu Zhaoyue with hatred so that her teeth were itchy. Damn Mu Zhaoyue, the pot was not open and lifted the pot. She took a breath, forced a smile and said, "Yan Hua can take care of herself, why does she need my aunt to accompany her?"

Yuyanhua's hateful expression made Bo Qing feel a little bit of pleasure.

hate it!

This is just the beginning, and I will hate it even more in the future.

Secretly and quickly wrote a sentence in Mu Zhaoyue Shui's palm.

Mu Zhaoyue pursed her lips and said with a smile: "That's right, Miss Yu is eighteen years old, she is already a big girl, and she really doesn't need someone to accompany her." After speaking, she pulled Bao Qingqing forward.

hum...

Bo Qingqing was hit hard again, and Yu Yanhua's expression distorted all of a sudden. She was an old girl before she was married in the eighteenth year of Fengqi Country. Mu Zhaoyue stepped on her painful spot again, and it was the most painful spot. Because Feng Yunyi still hasn't clearly given her a name.

The moment he turned around, he caught Yu Yanhua's distorted expression, and Bo Qingqing's eyes released a trace of pleasure, but it was a pity that Feng Yunyi led the army and did not return, and the pleasure immediately turned to hatred.

Yu Yanhua seemed to feel something, she raised her head abruptly, Mu Zhaoyue and Bo Qingqing had already turned and walked away, just in time to see the backs of the two, their eyes were fixed by their graceful, noble and cold figure.

This back... she is too familiar!

He raised his hand and caressed the flying phoenix Bu Yao on his head, the back of Mrs. Zuo Xiang looked like the tender love she had when she was 12 years old, what a hell!

Just as she was in a trance, she suddenly heard Mu Zhaoyue's voice raised in shock: "Aunt Yun, why are you sitting in my little sister-in-law's seat?"

Yu Yanhua turned her head to look, the blood in her whole body froze in an instant, her complexion turned pale, her eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at a high place and then immediately drooped down, she sat with her head bowed without saying a word.

Since the banquet hadn't started yet and they hadn't sat down for a while, everyone's previous attention was intentionally shifted to Bo Qingqing, and only then did they pay attention to Yunji who was sitting on Mrs. Zuo Xiang's seat.

Bo Qingqing took all these into view, the corners of her lips curled up almost invisible, her big eyes looked at Mu Zhaoyue innocently, she gently pulled her sleeve and said: "Today is the eighth princess's birthday, let's not make a fuss about it." It's too big, and it will make it difficult for the eighth princess to face it."

After listening to Mu Zhaoyue's retelling, Yu Yanhua couldn't help but secretly gritted her teeth. On the surface, Bo Qingqing was persuading, but in fact she was completely provocative. According to Mu Zhaoyue's irritable character, it would be strange if she didn't make things big. With a glance of love, the fortune will be counted sooner or later.

Sensing Yu Yanhua's anger, her thin and amorous peach-colored lips curved slightly, not paying attention at all.

Mu Zhaoyue was exactly as Yu Yanhua thought, she turned around and looked at a corner of the high platform, and said: "Eunuch Tao, you just said that there are rules for the seats of palace banquets, if there is no order for someone to sit on purpose In the banquet, how should we deal with it." In her eyes, Yunji's behavior has already bullied the head of Zuo Xiangfu, and she will never tolerate it.

Eunuch Tao lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully: "According to the rules, one hundred big boards should be hit hard."

"What?" Yunji cried out, her provocative look was still there, but she was stiff, and Yuyanhua's face was pale.

"Come here, drag it down, and hit a hundred big boards again." In Tao Gonggong's tone, there was no superfluous feeling. Thinking about it, he was already numb to this kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)