concubine poisonous concubine

Chapter 169 Sturdy, making a big birthday party

Ruan Wenhao touched the wound with his hand, stretched out his finger and stretched out Mo Yu.

Ruan Wenlin's face is clear, no wonder, since he was a child, his eldest brother has often been beaten by the second son of King Funing, and it has only stopped for a few years, and it has started again?

Unexpectedly, my third brother-in-law is so good at martial arts, my eldest brother, I can barely fight him with all my strength.

Looking at Ruan Wenhao's bruised face, Ruan Wenlin felt relieved for a while.

But he advised, "Brother, stay away from him in the future, he has been beaten dozens of times, and he should have a long memory, otherwise, the second brother will think that the elder brother has a tendency to be abused."

Ruan Wenhao gave him a cold look, and chased after Zhan Moyu with grinning teeth, and said, "Xiaoyu, don't be so proud, next time you will be the one with the blue nose and swollen face, no matter how beautiful you are, I won't be soft-hearted, huh."

Xin Ruo only felt that in Ruan Wenhao's voice, she heard a sound of teeth gnashing, which belonged to Zhan Moyu.

Xin Ruo sighed, Ruan Wenhao didn't deserve the bruises on his face, he was beaten like that, and he was said to be good-looking, but in fact he is not bad looking.

Zhan Moyu pushed the wheelchair angrily and was about to turn around, he had to beat him hard.

Xin Ruo hurriedly stopped him and said, "Master, your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as him, his skin is itchy, you can do him a favor by scratching like that."

Zhan Moyu listened to Xin Ruo's words, his seductive phoenix eyes overflowed with a smile.

Few people would call him beating someone as a tickle, or a kind of gift, but no, Ruan Wenhao rolled his eyes wildly when he heard it, his heart hurts, his face hurts, everything hurts.

His skin is itchy?His skin is itchy?It's okay if I don't say it, it's really itchy, but I can't scratch it, it's so uncomfortable, it won't work, I have to go back to raise it.

Sitting in the carriage, Xin Ruo looked at Zhan Moyu with a gossipy face, "Sir, what kind of hatred do you, Mr. Ruan, have?"

After hearing this, Zhan Moyu glared at Xin Ruo, "Why, you also think I'm a bit harsh?"

Xin Ruo quickly shook her head, "It's not heavy, it will be almost healed after taking the medicine overnight, it's not heavy at all."

Zhan Moyu hugged Xin Ruo in his arms, pinched her nose and said, "I told you to be so kind, why don't you give him some medicine, he wished his face would be swollen."

Xin Ruo opened her eyes wide in doubt, does anyone want her face to be swollen?
No, Ruan Wenhao walked back with his bruised nose and swollen face, not angry at all, but a little bit happy.

Well, with your face hurt like this, you don't have to worry about your marriage for a while.

But the strike is also a bit ruthless, but apart from being beaten by the prime minister since childhood, he has been beaten by him, and I feel uncomfortable when others beat me.

In the main room of the prime minister's mansion, a gorgeous woman was blowing hype, and the prime minister's wife sitting on the high seat nodded her head.

Seeing Ruan Wenhao come in with a bruised nose and a swollen face, he couldn't hold back his face anymore. When the gorgeous woman saw it, her eyes widened, "This, is Mr. Ruan?"

The prime minister's wife nodded embarrassingly, then turned her head and gave Ruan Wenhao a hard look.

Just as she was about to say something nice, the gorgeous woman stood up and hurriedly said, "I still have something to do in my house, so I'll go back first."

The prime minister's wife gritted her teeth angrily, glared at Ruan Wenhao and cursed, "Hao'er, you are almost nineteen, when did you get married, there are so many ladies and famous ladies, and none of them like you?

Your second brother is about to become a father!You can't understand me, a mother, who wants to hug my grandson..."

"Mother, my face hurts," Ruan Wenhao bared his teeth for a while, the prime minister's wife stopped talking and gave him a hard look.

He hurriedly called people to invite the imperial physician to go, and when he looked back, he remembered something and asked, "Hao'er, who hit your face? Who made you hurt so badly?"

"Xiao Yu," Ruan Wenhao said calmly while sitting firmly on the chair, but the angry Prime Minister's wife stared straight at him.

"Hao'er, listen to your mother and stay away from him, since when you were young, you can't do anything lightly or seriously.

People are stupid now, and they are even more ruthless. Seeing that the face is hurt, it won't be healed in ten days and a half months, so I just took this opportunity to stay in the mansion to raise my temper.

You have the leisure to learn more from your second brother, to help your father, and to make your father less angry, don't just think about it..."

"Mother, my face hurts," Ruan Wenhao gritted his teeth again, trembling even when he spoke, the distressed Prime Minister's wife ordered someone to urge the imperial physician.

Waiting and waiting, Duke Zhen's birthday finally came.

Early this morning, Xin Ruo dragged Zhan Moyu out of bed.

It doesn't matter that this guy doesn't go out often, Duke Zhen is his grandfather, and he will definitely go to worship on this birthday.

After dressing and washing, and having some breakfast, Xin Ruo pushed Zhan Moyu to the princess' room.

The prince was drinking tea in the room, when he saw Zhan Moyu, he put down the teacup in his hand, and walked over with a worried expression.

Patting Zhan Moyu's head, he said softly, "I'll go to the Duke of Zhen's mansion later, Yu'er be good, don't hit people with things like last year, you know?"

"Did I hit someone last year?" Zhan Moyu puffed his mouth, looked at the prince eagerly with his seductive phoenix eyes, and asked suspiciously.

His brows were wrinkled, as if he was trying to recall what he had done in Zhen Guogong's mansion.

If you look carefully, there are still three points of accusations against the prince for slandering him, but because the prince is his father, he dare not speak out.

The prince was startled when he was asked, the pain in his heart slowly dissipated, his face was stained with guilt, and he gently touched Zhan Moyu's head with his big hand.

After so many years, Yu'er's memory is still so bad, it's possible that the blood in her brain hasn't completely dissipated.

The chance of recovering the broken leg is probably slim, but if the blood in the brain is not cleaned, Yu'er may never grow up again.

Thinking about it, the prince raised his eyes to look at the concubine, seeing the flash of pain in the concubine's eyes, the prince's heart seemed to be beaten with a hammer.

Just as she was about to say something, the concubine turned her face away, and a gentle and soft smile appeared on her face, like an elegant orchid.

A bead curtain swayed outside, Zhan Liuxuan and Princess Bingxian walked in side by side, bowed down to greet the prince and concubine.

After they finished their salutes, Xin Ruocai blessed them. Zhan Liuxuan was also the son of the princess in name, so Zhan Liuxuan and Princess Bingxian were going to celebrate Duke Zhen's birthday.

Today, Zhan Liuxuan is dressed in crab shell green, with emerald green half-arm open-fronted trousers, and a jade belt around his waist. He looks handsome and unrestrained.

Princess Bingxian is wearing a green emerald smoked sweater, a pleated skirt of water mist and green grass, a thin emerald green gauze with gold silk, and the shoulders are cut into waists.

The flesh is as firm as fat, and the air is like a blue orchid, charming and boneless, three points of beauty, the drooping hair on the temples is slanted and inlaid with pearls and jasper, and the beauty is like a lotus in water.

Princess Bingxian entered the door and saw Xin Ruo's eyes lit up, a faint smile appeared from the corner of her mouth, she was in a good mood.

Xin Ruo's performance like this can make people feel more comfortable than those words of praise. She is already beautiful and has been carefully dressed, which is no match for Xin Ruo.

In the entire palace, the princess is more beautiful than her, but the princess is older than her, and her charm is not comparable to her.

Look at Xin Ruo today, with a pair of red gold chrysanthemum earrings on her ears, a white silk shirt, a rose green pair of skirts with carved silk makeup, and a light yellow skirt with plum, bamboo and lanthanum twined with flowers.

The skin is fairer than snow, and the eyes are black and dazzling, just like the flowers in full bloom. There is a faint elegance in the jerky, and a three-pointed charm in the charming, with a trace of tranquility and indifference.

Then look at her with her hands on the wheelchair, Zhan Moyu sitting on the wheelchair, dressed in blue-gray engraved silk auspicious clouds, covered with the same color engraved silk gauze, the whole person is impeccably handsome and glamorous.

But looking at the sky with both eyes, there is a hint of impatience. Princess Bingxian thought, if he hadn't fallen from the horse back then, he might be his husband now.

Thinking of her husband's gentleness to her last night, she felt a little lucky.

Several people sat down and talked for a while, until a little maid came in outside to tell the carriage that the carriage was ready, and then they got up and went out.

Xin Ruo didn't care, but he was going to attend a birthday banquet, and it's not like he hadn't attended it before, but Kyoto has always been a center where dignitaries gather, and at least one or two dignitaries celebrate their birthdays every month.

The concubine thought again that if she could get to know more people, there would be many days like this in the future.

It's just that the prince's worried look from time to time makes Xin Ruo a little puzzled. It is said that there are quite a few people smashed by this fellow, why does the prince worry so much when he goes to the Duke's Mansion alone?
On the carriage, Xin Ruo asked curiously, "Master, why is my father so worried about you hitting people in Zhen Guogong's mansion? Who did you hit? Don't fool me and say you don't remember."

Zhan Moyu couldn't help but grab Xin Ruo's nose, and gave Xin Ruo a white look, "When did I ever scare you? Are you so curious about who I hit?"

Xin Ruo tugged at his hand, nodded repeatedly, of course she was curious, otherwise she would have asked so many questions after she was full.

According to the look of the prince, the person who smashed her is probably a noble person. If he is a narrow-minded person, he can't help but take the opportunity to hurt her, so he asked a little bit more clearly, at least he knew it well.

Seeing Xin Ruo's gossip, Zhan Moyu told her. Xin Ruo's eyes widened when he heard it, and he raised his voice in disbelief and asked, "Did you smash the seventh prince and the second young master of Zhen Guogong's mansion?" Can you be more aggressive?
No wonder the concubine and Concubine Wen are not very close anymore. Didn't it mean that this guy used to be the attendant of the Seventh Prince? How could he fall out with the Seventh Prince? Did they do that back then?
Xin Ruo wanted to ask a few more questions, but the carriage had already stopped.

Xin Ruo lifted the curtain of the car, and saw two big stone lions lying at the door, majestic, the front of Zhen Guogong's mansion was very lively, and there was an endless stream of guests coming and going.

One can imagine the prominence of the Duke of Zhen's mansion, one of the two unique wives of the Great Imperial Dynasty was his son-in-law, and he also had a noble concubine.

The favor has not faded for decades, and the grandson is the Seventh Prince, who is expected to ascend to the throne of God. With such a good opportunity as Lord Zhen Guogong's birthday, those individuals are not willing to pay for it.

(End of this chapter)