Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 27: Ambition (1)
A gust of wind blows through the hall, lifts the brocade curtain, and stirs people's hearts.

"Miss and I have thought of a place. The girls around Yao'er are useless, but Ah Jue is more than dexterous and witty. With her around, Yao'er can be counted as an arm." Xiudong's gentle eyebrows were filled with joy. , These days, she is making plans for Yao'er's entry into the palace. She has trouble sleeping and eating, and her worry is no less than that of Zhaoli.

Zhaoli's eyes were a little calm, and she said calmly, "You also enter the palace! His Majesty allows Yao'er to take care of the nurse, and you will act as the nurse. With you by her side, I have nothing to worry about."

Xiudong's chest panicked: "Miss, I'm leaving, who will accompany you? I won't go!"

"You have to go! Cheng Hao, I will arrange to enter the palace to be the Qimen army guarding the Lihuan Palace, and your mother and child will not be separated." Zhao Li's tone was firm and could not be questioned.

The painful color is like a long snake swimming in the heart, stirring up the sea of ​​bitterness in the heart.

Xiudong sighed sadly, there was no other way.

Yibi stretched out his hand to support her, and the master and servant came to Chengfeng Garden.

Chengfengyuan used to be Qingfengyuan.

In those days, the ancestors taught: the blue willow lives in the high cicada, and the purple sleeve catches the breeze.The implication is self-evident.

In the past three generations, the family style is cautious, as elegant as snow, and the emperor is also very fond of him.At that time, there were hundreds of meritorious princes in Gaozu, after Lu Hou and Wendi Jingdi, there are not many families left behind, and the Xiao family has special favors. Although the scenery is not as good as in the past, the king's nostalgia for Wenzhonghou is from beginning to end.It is also because of this layer of shelter that the position of Binghou has been hereditary to this day.

The two rows of green willows in front of Chengfeng Garden are as before, and the green silk is hanging down, like a beautiful woman wearing silk.

The harpies and the harpsichord twittered, and the clear and wonderful singing came to the eardrums.

The singing of Changli people.

She has a mesmerizing and charming demonic voice, which is like weeping when it is low, and bewitching when it is high, not only Xiao Mian is immersed in it, but all the disciples are also obsessed with it.

It's just a pity that if you want to listen to her music, you are in a difficult situation.Changli people have always been proud of their temperament, and Xiao Mian would force her not to show her singing voice if she was not interested.

Among the seven concubines, she is the most unpredictable. Sometimes she seems to be wearing a veil of alienation, and sometimes her eyes are burning with jealousy.Or charming and explicit, occasionally with deep eyebrows and eyes.

Zhao Li smiled wryly.

The small Hou's mansion is still so hidden. If it weren't for the ancestral training of the Xiaozhao family, how could she be able to safely rank high as Mrs. Liehou?There is no need to step on blood to move forward, what is relying on is the husband's past pampering.

But she personally sent her beloved daughter to the even more soul-shattering palace.It's just because she firmly believes that the shocking step by step in the deep palace is enough to make the corners of her beloved daughter sharpen and become a phoenix.

Xiudong supported her delicate arm, and said softly: "Miss, Junhou is most interested, I'm afraid of him..."

"It's okay! I'm a female monarch of a family. If I don't pay attention to it, how can I live up to the entrustment of my father-in-law and mother-in-law? Zhao's family is a commoner family, but the woman has been inherited as Mrs. Feng for generations, just because of the four characters of love and righteousness." Zhao said. There is no wave from the calm, and there is a star of determination at the corner of the brow.

Xiu Dongxiu's eyes were dark, and she whispered on her shoulders: "It's nothing more than mutual mutual benefit, why did the ancestors make a contract, be married for generations, and never betray? Isn't this harming the young lady..."

The heart-wrenching pain snaked up his forehead, and Zhao Li stroked his chest without saying a word.

"Miss's heart disease is about to collapse at the touch of a finger, what should I do? Xiudong deserves to die, it makes the lady sad." The corners of Xiudong's eyes were slightly sour, and he carefully lifted her floor-length dress, and helped her up the plum-patterned bluestone steps.

The Huotan clothes are pure white, reflecting colorful rays of light in the sun, and the blossoming Albizia juliensis flowers are like new blooms, with incomparably magnificent colors, making her more slender and hazy.

(End of this chapter)