Houmen's wife

Chapter 296 Concubine Li is about to give birth (2)
Concubine Shi smiled and shook her head, "The Wen women in this palace are all led by Mrs. Deng. Because there are fewer pregnant women in the palace these years, there are only two Mrs. Wen, and the other one is less capable than Mrs. Deng. Do you think Concubine Li can do it?" Besides Mrs. Deng, is there anyone else who can use it?" Concubine Shi looked at a picture of a hundred birds facing a phoenix on the wall, and a glint of complacency flashed in her eyes, "What's more, Mrs. Deng's character is so good, there are only you and me at present. people know."

Yuni nodded knowingly, it seems that this is feasible.But why didn't Concubine Shi not do it herself?She looked suspiciously, and saw Concubine Shi staring at the picture on the wall, her eyes suddenly sank, could it be a conspiracy?
Concubine Shi smiled leisurely: "If you don't want to do it, I don't care. When Concubine Li gives birth to a child, you will have an extra nephew..."

"That's enough!" Yu Ni shook her hand, her expression sour, "The concubine has other things to do, so I will leave first."

Concubine Shi looked at the shaking curtain and narrowed her eyes slightly.But he laughed.Soon the palace will be quiet.

A man in purple clothes walked in through the red-lacquered high gate, Leng Yu came out to welcome him, and immediately stood beside Anpinghou, following him step by step.

"Master, Lin Xueshi's wife came today and said she wanted to check her pulse."

The man in purple stopped walking, turned his obsidian-like eyes, and walked faster and faster, until he entered the Liyuan Pavilion, and saw a woman in the room practicing calligraphy at her desk, he didn't make a sound, just came to her side, took out a Draw paper and start drawing.

Nian Qing wrote with concentration, but she just lowered her head and stopped looking forward to it.

However, the familiar smell of rich agarwood around her warmed her heart, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she remained silent.

The man sat down, the paintbrush in his hand was slightly wet, he painted the painting, and began to draw on the drawing paper.With just one look, the ink-like hair was made of falling paper, and the soft and dense hair fell down like clouds and water.She lowered her head slightly, her slender silhouette brushed gently like a small fan, and those black eyes reflected the shadows that were either white or black.

Her face is as white as snow, and the handful of snow-white down hair on the back of her neck are as green and tender as a girl who has not yet left the court. Her bright red lips are slightly curved, and the pear dimples seem to exude a charming fragrance, which will make people intoxicated in an instant. eyes.

The man's pen stopped, he shook his head and smiled, but continued to draw.

A ray of sunlight came in, making her hair reddish, and her shadow was reflected on the whitewashed wall.She turned her head, looked at him and smiled, a gust of wind squeezed in and blew his long hair, his sleeves were like filled balls.

He looked at her with a smile, black grapes flickered in those long and narrow eyes, and finally turned into a charming squint, "Girl, the news said that the emperor will order you to enter the palace to accompany Concubine Li in two days. Just once."

Nian Qing rolled her eyes, but she walked over, and was about to look at his painting, but when he stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, the painting quietly rolled up.

"Girl, draw one for me if you have time."

Nian Qing muttered: "I look at it every day, is it necessary to draw?" Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and in the blink of an eye, the words of Master Lanruo Temple suddenly hit her heart.There is a catastrophe, she cannot survive, and everything will start again...

She paused her hands, but hugged him tightly, "Tomorrow, I will draw you a picture tomorrow."

The man kissed her hair and said with a smile: "If you don't want to, you can do it in the future."

Nian Qing frowned, pursed her red lips, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

The autumn wind swept across the high red wall, and it was as cold as water.

The city gate opened, and a handsome man came out. There was a smug smile on the young face. The rustling autumn wind only raised his hair, but did not move a trace of his spirit.

Seeing him get into the carriage, he said to the coachman, "Go home."

The car passed through the lively crowd all the way, and stopped moving after passing a vermilion lacquered gate.The man in the car got down, and he stared at the high hanging door plaque, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Grandpa, how much I have endured for more than a year, this time I finally found a chance to be proud. This trip to southern Xinjiang, no one will dare to underestimate me again.

He stepped in and walked to the front of the yard. A cluster of small daisies bloomed in the corner of the wall. He paused, his eyes sank, and he looked at the two corridors in front. It's amazing, a place leading to the woman who is similar to my dream.

"Brother Renxuan."

The woman stood at the end of the corridor, wearing only a blue and white long dress, and a phoenix-tailed gown drawn with gold silk embroidery on her shoulders. She stood quietly under the arch, letting the wind blow her corners, even though The rustling sound hurt her eardrums, although she could clearly see his hesitation, she still stood upright.

The man stood, he turned around and smiled, "How did you come out? It's windy outside."

Feiran looked at the smile on his face, and said in a calm voice, "Tomorrow we will go to war, and we haven't talked for a long time."

The fragrance of flowers spread in the corridor, floating like a spring, just like many years ago, under a palace wall of the palace, he picked a daisy and sent it to her, and a sentence of "Sister Fei Ran" invited her heart.

"I'm going to discuss with grandpa and father about tomorrow's expedition later, so go to bed earlier and don't wait for me." He took two steps forward, and the woman in front of him brought him glory earlier, but this With the turmoil of power, this honor has become so non-existent, and even turned into a burden.

The man turned around and headed towards the opposite corridor.

Feiran's heart hurts, it's not that she doesn't know that he doesn't love her, it's not that she doesn't understand that no matter how much she does, he doesn't care.However, seeing him walking towards another woman with his back turned to her, her heart still ached.

"Chu Xiu, I'm tired, take me back to the house." Fei Ran lowered her head, a shadow was formed under her bangs, making it hard to see her expression clearly.

Chu Xiu frowned, but felt her chest was tight, "Princess."

Feiran took a deep breath and passed Chu Xiu, feeling a severe pain in his chest, "Why do I still have expectations for him? Do you think I am a fool or an idiot?"

She walked all the way but asked all the way, Chu Xiu listened and bowed her head in silence.Just looked at her worriedly.

(End of this chapter)