Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 22

"What do you want to say?"

What a sensitive little girl.

Feng Qingli lowered her eyes and smiled, "Next month, Princess Fifteen Zhennan will hold a flower viewing feast at the palace." As he spoke, a trace of red slipped out of his sleeve and flew accurately into Qiu Mingyue's hands.It was too late to read the content in the red greeting card, and when I looked up, there was no shadow in front of my eyes?Only a few fallen leaves are left flying in the air.She sighed in her heart, this person's martial arts must have reached the point of perfection.So handsome and magnificent, but also so unpredictable, it's just a pity...

Shaking her head, she opened the greeting card, which clearly stated that Princess Zhennan invited Miss Qiufu to come to the palace to enjoy the flowers.

After closing the greeting card, Qiu Mingyue had some thoughts in her heart.Banquets such as flower viewing parties held by the dignitaries in Beijing and China are actually blind date banquets in disguise.I heard that the son of Prince Zhennan has not married yet...

The corner of her mouth curled up slightly, but she couldn't laugh halfway through the smile, and an angry look flashed across her phoenix eyes.

She is just a little concubine, what skills can she have to be admired by Princess Zhennan?What's wrong with Feng Qingli just throwing her an invitation like this?How will she explain it then?

Inside the wall, Qiu Mingyue was secretly annoyed with the invitation, while outside the wall, Feng Qingli was sitting in a wheelchair, with a joyful smile on the corner of her mouth.Leng Xiu looked at his master strangely.

"My son, Princess Zhennan doesn't know Miss Qiu, this..."

Feng Qingli looked at the handle of the wheelchair with her fingers, and said calmly: "What is Bo Yun doing recently?"

Leng Xiu was taken aback, as if he didn't keep up with his master's thinking.

Feng Qingli looked forward, "He is already 17 years old, and he has always refused to marry a wife. This time, Aunt Qin is posting this invitation, I am afraid that he will not allow him to do it any longer."

Seeing the gleam in his master's eyes, which was clearly looking forward to the show, the corner of Leng Xiu's mouth twitched, and he mourned for Feng Qingxian for making such a black-bellied friend.He was slandering in his heart, but his face was still cold.

"My subordinates don't know what the son of Prince Zhennan is doing, but recently the eldest prince has frequently visited the residence of Prince Zhennan."

Feng Qingli's eyes were dark, and the cold light flashed in her eyes, and then disappeared.

"Has he finally lost his patience? Hehe..." He murmured mockingly, his eyes were cold and sad.

Leng Xiu was silent.

After a while, Feng Qingli said: "Go back, the medicine for noon is already ready." His expression was indifferent, but there was boredom and forbearable hatred in his eyes.

Leng Xiu's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head and said, "Yes."

With a movement of Feng Qingli's fingers, a black silk thread overflowed from her hand, entangled with a tall tree branch, and then jumped onto the branch with the person and the wheelchair, and disappeared without a trace after a few leaps.Looking at the fallen leaves blown by the wind, Leng Xiu felt a sense of pride in his heart.Then the figure flashed and followed.

In Furong Courtyard, the eldest lady has just had her lunch and is ordering her servants to pack up the tableware.At this time, Qiu Mingyu ran in crying, and threw herself into the arms of the eldest lady without saying a word.

"Mom, woo woo woo..."

The eldest lady was taken aback for a moment, a little puzzled.

"Yu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Qiu Mingyu just kept crying and didn't say anything.

"Eldest aunt." Qiu Ming stood aside, hesitating to speak.

The eldest lady naturally knew that Qiu Mingrong had always been close to her daughter, and that Yu'er was fine this morning, and she came back crying after going out for a walk, so she couldn't let her not think too much.

"Mingrong, tell me, what exactly happened?" Her face darkened, and her tone became a little more severe.Although she is arrogant, the majesty of the master for so many years is still there.At this moment, his expression became serious, and his aura should not be underestimated.

Qiu Mingrong lowered his head, his voice was somewhat hesitant.

"Just now, Third Sister and I met Fifth Sister in the front hall, and Third Sister and Fifth Sister had an argument, so..." She wisely didn't finish, but these two sentences were enough for the eldest lady to think deeply.

When the eldest lady heard this, her complexion became even more serious, and she slightly pushed away Qiu Mingyu who was crying in her arms.Her hair was disheveled, her little face was a little pale, and her eyes were swollen from crying, which showed that she had suffered a great deal of grievance.

"Ma'am." Hua Rongyue also knelt on the ground cooperatively, crying with snot and tears.

"Miss Wu is too deceitful. Not only does she ignore Miss, but she even hits people. Look, ma'am." The two of them rolled up their sleeves while talking, revealing their white lotus-like arms, with bruises and red marks on them. Also bloodshot.

Qiu Mingrong glanced at it, thinking that Qiu Mingyu's attack was really ruthless.Just now she saw with her own eyes that these scars were pinched by Qiu Mingyu. Qiu Mingyu has a savage temper and has always been the only one who respects himself.How could he be reconciled to having suffered a loss at the hands of Qiu Mingyue this time?But this is also the result I want.She smiled, watching the two maids crying with emotion, and didn't intend to interrupt.

After listening to Hua Rongyue's appearance, the eldest lady's face was as serious as the bottom of a pot.

"what are you saying?"

Hua Rongyue cried heartily, and Qiu Mingyu pinched her body in pain. They also had resentment in their hearts, but they didn't dare to complain, so they had to vent all their anger on Qiu Mingyue.

"Ma'am, the Fifth Miss not only did not greet the Third Miss when she saw her, but also spoke in an arrogant manner. She didn't take the Third Miss seriously at all, and beat her." Yue Mao sniffed, crying in pain. up.She is a first-class servant girl, she is pampered among the servants, they always follow Qiu Mingyu to bully others, how can it be others' turn to bully her?

"Ma'am, the status of a servant is lowly, so it's fine to be beaten by the Fifth Miss. But... but the Third Miss is a thousand-dollar body, and the Fifth Miss is also... woo woo woo... I beg the lady to make the decision for the young lady."

"Ma'am, Miss Fifth is really going too far, woo woo woo..." Hua Rong was not willing to be lonely, and cried even louder.

Qiu Mingrong looked down at the patterns on the floor, thinking that the acting skills of these two maids are really amazing, black can be called white.Here with the eldest lady, it seems that she doesn't need to do anything by herself.That's okay, it's the real highlight when grandma is alarmed later.Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously.

Before Huarong Yuemao finished crying, the eldest lady slapped the table, shaking the teapot, Qiu Mingyu also subconsciously stopped crying, and looked at her frosty mother in a daze.

"It's unreasonable, that little slut Qiu Mingyue is just like her aunt Hu Meizi, she is a lowly bastard." After she finished cursing fiercely, she yelled outside again.

"Come on, go and call those two sluts, Shen Roujia and Qiu Mingyue, my wife is going to teach them a lesson today, and let them know who is in power in this Qiu residence."

"Yes" a servant girl immediately left outside the door.

Qiu Mingyu lowered her head, her face was still stained with tears, but her eyes were full of vicious jealousy and gloating.

There is a little warmth in the noon of spring, surrounded by a faint fragrance in the air, mixed with the scent of tea in the Shou'an courtyard at this moment, it makes people feel inexplicably calm and peaceful.Qiu Mingzhu held the teapot, her expression was peaceful and gentle, surrounded by white mist, which blurred her face indistinctly.The old matriarch sat on the grand teacher's chair, supported her head with one hand, and looked at her with a smile in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)