The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 580 Meal
Hong Huiyue took her own name very well, she was intelligent, her heart was like a bright moon, and she guessed Song Xieyan's identity in just a few words.

Who else is Miss Seven who can call the concubine's sister, except Miss Seven of Huaiyin Palace.

Hong Huiyue turned her gaze, and taking advantage of Nanny Sun's hesitation, she took out a pack of caramel from her arms, handed it to Song Xieyan, and introduced herself generously: "I met Miss Seven, my concubine came to the mansion to give to Nanny Sun The nurse who administers the acupuncture, this is caramel made from fresh sugarcane juice and Chuanbei juice, it is sweet but not greasy, it is the most suitable for children to eat, I hope Miss Seven will not give it up."

Song Xieyan loves sweets, but her mother, Li Rong, is strict with her, so she can't enjoy the sweets and cakes. At this time, her mother is not around, so she becomes bolder, smiles sweetly, and reaches out to take the caramel: "Thank you, sister doctor."

The maid next to her just wanted to stop it, but she was a step too late, and it was not easy to grab it from her own lady, so she could only shake her head helplessly.

Song Xieyan stuffed the caramel into her cuff with crooked smiles, and begged the maid in a low voice: "My good sister, just this time, don't tell mother and sister..."

The maid had no resistance at all to the coquettish and foolish Seventh Girl, and agreed in a muddleheaded way. She couldn't help admiring the determination of the two princesses, who could bear to refuse such a cute little girl.

Grandma Sun didn't expect this merchant girl to be so calm and composed, so she couldn't help but give her a higher look, but she didn't want to delay any longer, so she resigned from Song Xieyan and dragged Hong Huiyue to go in, when she happened to meet Song Xie who had been late. Pick jade.

Grandma Sun's scalp was numb, as if a cat was scratching her heart, she was really not optimistic about the almanac!

Song Xieyu took a look at the handsome Hong Huiyue beside Sun Nanny, raised her hand to avoid Sun Nanny's gift, and asked casually: "This girl is very unfamiliar, who is the daughter of?"

Sun Nanny's face darkened: "Go back to the princess, the old slave's leg disease has relapsed, this is the medical girl who was invited to give the old slave an injection."

"Oh?" Song Xieyu always felt that something was wrong, and said again: "Which family's master is it?"

Nanny Sun hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's Mrs. Hong from the Hong family in Beijing."

"The Hong family? It's because I'm ignorant and ignorant. I don't know that besides Hong Jijiu's, there is a famous doctor in Beijing. I don't know if Mrs. Hong is related to Hong Jijiu?"

As soon as this remark came out, Nanny Sun and Hong Huiyue were shocked. They had been deliberately avoiding this relationship, not wanting to be seen through by Song Xieyu at a glance.

No matter how calm Hong Huiyue was, she was still a little panicked at this moment, and said in a low voice: "Princess Lan Xinhui, the imperial concubine Jijiu Master Hong is the uncle of my concubine."

After Hong Huiyue left, Song Xieyu looked at her back thoughtfully and frowned slightly.

Although Hong Huiyue's words and deeds were all polite and well-behaved, Song Xieyu was very unhappy when she saw this woman for the first time.

"Princess, this woman looks soft and weak, and the slaves always feel uncomfortable looking at her." Yu Shu couldn't hold back anymore, and stood up, afraid that Song Xieyu would despise her for a while.

Since the young lady married into Prince Yong's mansion, Grandma Sun has given her authority on the day of her wedding. If King Yong hadn't doted on the concubine, their concubines were not soft-tempered to be bullied. I'm afraid that grandma Sun really suppressed her.

It was so hard for Ansheng to live in such a period of time, everyone lived in peace, and the well water did not interfere with the river water, but suddenly such a Hong Huiyue was brought over, no matter how he looked at it, he felt wrong.

Her identity is here, so it's hard to say it clearly, but after thinking about it, I know that when the prince and concubine have conflicts, Nanny Sun will start to deal with it. How can she be so kind?
Song Xieyu saw that Yushu's face was flushed with anger, she glanced at her lightly, and threw out two words lightly.

"Speak up."

Yushu looked at Song Xieyu's back, stamped her feet angrily, and chased after her.

Song Xieyan was carrying candy, sitting obediently, and when she saw Song Xieyu approaching, she quickly jumped down.

"Third sister!"

Seeing his seventh sister wearing an apricot-green jacket, which looked like small balls carved from jade, Song Xieyu couldn't help but brighten her mood.

He squatted down and helped Song Xieyan close the neckline. Song Xieyu touched the thickness of his hand, not very satisfied: "Why are you wearing so thin? The mountain is not as cold as the mountain, what if it is frozen?"

When Yiqiu heard Song Xieyu's words, he immediately apologized: "Your maidservant, go back to the courtyard and take a thick cloak with you."

Yiqiu is not much older than Song Xieyan. On weekdays, Miss Seven's daily life is taken care of by the old lady in the house. Nanny Song is the most careful in her work, so it is not surprising that Yiqiu is negligent now.

Yuxian held Yiqiu down, and said in a warm voice: "The maidservant put some Miss Seven's clothes in the cage in the carriage, so I don't need to go back to get them."

Yiqiu glanced at Yuxian gratefully, then looked at Song Xieyu eagerly, waiting for Song Xieyu to speak.

Song Xieyu took a look at the sky, stood up, and shaved Song Xieyan's nose: "I don't worry about you doing things, that's all, it's getting late, hurry up and pick the Molan that our seventh sister has been thinking about."

After Song Xieyu's carriage left, Xie Chu stayed in the study all morning. Now that Emperor Jing'an's health is getting worse day by day, he can only hand over part of the official business, and the crown prince will handle it with him.

It is said that he, Uncle Wang, will guide one or two by the side, but in fact, they just want to restrain each other, let him and the prince restrain each other, so as not to cause chaos.

"Your Highness, do you want lunch now?" Seeing that Xie Chu stopped writing, Yang Jin hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Xie Chu nodded, and waited for the dishes to be served from the small kitchen. Xie Chu frowned as he looked at the simple three dishes and one soup on the table.

"Is there not enough support in Fuchu today?"

Yang Jin was taken aback by Xie Chu's question, a bit unable to react, joke, who doesn't know, King Yong is the most powerful person in front of His Majesty, if the middle support of King Yong's mansion is not enough, then the other families will be unable to solve the problem?

"The concubine has always been in charge of Zhongfu in the mansion. If the lord has any doubts, why don't you call Nanny Sun and ask carefully?" After Yang Jin finished speaking, she didn't forget to add: "However, my subordinates feel that , Fuzhong Zhongfu should not make any mistakes."

Although the concubine is young and her reputation is willful and thoughtless, but these days, after the concubine is the housekeeper, everything is in order and there is no mistake.

Xie Chu looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, the colorless white meat, and the fish soup that didn't touch any oil, and felt really bad and flustered.

"Since there is no problem with Fuzhong Zhongshou, why is the meal different today than in the past?"

If Yang Jin couldn't understand Xie Chu's meaning anymore, he would not be far away from being demoted, and suddenly realized: "Wangfei and Miss Seven went to transplant Molan. Today, the mansion didn't prepare meals for Wangfei, so he just followed the old rules. The specifications are for the prince to cook for you."

(End of this chapter)