The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 578 Visit
Song Xieyu was holding the jade chopsticks like a light on her back, but she suddenly couldn't sit still because of the piercing eyes from behind her.

Sighing, Song Xieyu resignedly put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned around, and tried his best to keep calm with his clear peach blossom eyes.

"You two, are you going to stare at me for a flower?"

Yuxian and Yushu both had bitter faces, they just didn't speak, and they were all frowning. Song Xieyu understood that if she didn't let these two girls talk again, either they would be smothered to death, or she would be stared at by them. If you don't eat, your diaphragm should die.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, don't hide it."

Yuxian was calm and self-restrained, but Yushu couldn't bear it anymore. After struggling for a few moments, she said bitterly: "Princess, the prince has been sleeping in the study for several days. How can the study be so comfortable? If it's cold today , even if you send over there a quilt or something..."

These days, seeing that Miss does not delay eating or drinking, she really wants to make the two of her servants sick in a hurry. It is true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

In their view, King Yong really cares about his concubine, but no matter how much affection he has, it can't withstand the exhaustion of the cold war. The two masters are so angry, there is no way...

Song Xieyu guessed that this was what the two girls were worried about, turned around, twitched the corners of her mouth, and picked up the chopsticks again: "It's not that I didn't explain to him. He doesn't want to hear it. What can I do? Is it possible to pay him back?" Do I have to chase His Highness King Yong and recite these clichés in his ears every day like chanting scriptures?"

He put a chopstick of tofu into his mouth, chewed without taste, and said in an open-minded tone: "If he believes you, even a few words are unnecessary. If he doesn't believe you, even thousands of words can't explain it clearly. I won't bother you." strength."

Yushu was so blocked by Song Xieyu's words that she couldn't utter a word, she exchanged a glance with Yuxian, stomped her feet, and shut her mouth powerlessly.

After the two girls rested, Song Xieyu was finally able to eat two chopsticks safely, but the more he ate, the more tasteless he felt. idle days.

When Yuxian arranged the embroidery frame for her, she suddenly remembered the news from the mansion, and then she smiled and announced the good news to Song Xieyu: "Miss Seven returned to the Huaiyin Palace from the school, and specially asked the wife and the eldest son to come tomorrow Prince Yong's Mansion."

Song Xieyu was overjoyed when he heard the news, with a smile in his eyes: "Swallow is coming? This is a happy event, no wonder I have been hearing magpies chirping recently."

Huaiyin Palace.

The new year is approaching, and the schools in Beijing have also given annual vacations to the students one after another, which spoils Song Xieyan.

She finally didn't have to get up early and go to bed late, and was detained in the women's school all day long, not to mention being tested by the female teacher on school homework every day. Most importantly, she finally had time to visit Song Xieyu in Prince Yong's Mansion.

Because of going to school, the two sisters have not seen each other for a long time.

As soon as Song Xieyan was free, she went to Yang Li Rong to take her to Yongwang's Mansion to give her sister some gadgets that she brought back from the school.

However, there are many things in Huaiyin Palace, and Li Rong is so entangled by her that she can only trouble his son Song Hexuan to bring his young daughter there.

With her mother's consent, Song Xieyan happily stuffed the embroidery patterns she had learned in women's studies into a small box made of Jinpingtuo sandalwood, and took them to Prince Yong's Mansion along with the gifts her mother had prepared for her.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Xieyan got up early, changed into a newly made Shu brocade skirt embroidered with pomegranate flowers, and happily boarded a carriage with Song Hexuan to Yongwang's mansion.

When they arrived at the palace, before the carriage came to a complete stop, they hurriedly stretched out half of their body to get out of the carriage.

Song Xieyu knew that his elder brother and younger sister were coming the day before, and after sweeping away the haze of being awkward with Xie Chu these days, he waited at the door early, and when he saw the driver of the Huaiyin Palace, he took a few steps to meet him: "Seventh sister, slow down." , fell carefully."

Song Hexuan had sharp eyesight and quick hands, pulled him back into the car, and then leaned out: "Qiniang misses you very much, but she doesn't like my brother very much!"

Song Xieyan was very close to Song Xieyu, and Song Hexuan couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

My seventh younger sister was born in pink and jade, with a lively and lovely double-ring bun. She looks like a blessing boy who walked out of a New Year picture. Anyone who sees it will be very rare.

He naturally dotes on this younger sister, but Xiaoqi doesn't like him very much, and is even a little afraid of him.

Song Xieyu walked up to the carriage and carried Song Xieyan off the carriage: "Brother keeps a straight face all day long, either urging people to practice calligraphy or teaching people to recite books, not only Qiniang, but I will also detour when I see you .”

As he spoke, he scratched the tip of Song Xieyan's small and delicate nose: "Seventh sister said yes or not?"

Song Xieyan chuckled, her big beautiful eyes bent into two crescents.

The three brothers and sisters talked and laughed all the way back to the backyard, Song Hexuan felt something was wrong and asked in confusion, "Why don't you see the prince?"

Xie Chu dotes on his younger sister very much, whether he is returning to Huaiyin Palace or visiting Huaiyin Palace, no matter how busy he is, he will find time to spend with his sister for a while, but today is a bit abnormal.

Song Xieyu didn't want her elder brother to worry, so she said vaguely: "My lord is in a hurry today, he left the mansion early in the morning, and before he left, he promised to entertain our charming guest Qiniang well!"

Song Xieyan smiled sweetly when she heard the words, opened the box containing the embroidery, and handed the trinkets inside to Song Xieyu as if offering treasures: "Third Sister, see if Yan'er embroiders well!"

Song Xieyu picked up a brocade sachet with koi playing with lotus, on which was crookedly embroidered a green lotus, and under the lotus leaf was a small red and white fish with a large head and a small tail.

Song Xieyu remembered that in her previous life, Song Xieyan not only had a beautiful face, but also had excellent embroidery skills. She never thought that there would be such a young and unfamiliar time.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help blaming herself, she had been busy with her own affairs in her previous life, and seldom cared about this younger sister who was very close to her.

With this guilt, Song Xieyu looked at the little fish on the sachet again, and felt even more agile, and sincerely praised: "Seventh sister's koi and lotus embroidery is very cute, my sister really likes it!"

Song Xieyan smiled even sweeter after receiving her sister's praise, picked up the sachet, looked at it again and again, and suddenly said, "My mother said that my brocade carp is too fat, and the head is too big. It's not like a brocade carp, but it's more It is a close relative with the fat head fish..."

After speaking, he raised his head, and looked at Song Xieyu with big bright eyes: "When I got back, I told my mother that it was because she didn't know how to appreciate it, and it wasn't because Yan'er was poor in craftsmanship."

Song Xieyu's fingers were itchy because of her delicate appearance, and she couldn't help but pinch her fair and tender face: "Don't get carried away, I have to ask my wife for advice when I go to school. There is no shortcut in the upper red class, only by studying hard and practicing hard can you succeed, otherwise when you get married, you will be crying when you embroider the wedding dress yourself.”

Song Xieyan rubbed her face with a smile: "Understood, Third Sister."

(End of this chapter)