Chapter 101 This must not be his sister!

Jiang Sulan was distressed, she only hated that she had no wings and could not fly to the palace to take a look!

But she changed her mind and remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if the emperor wanted to kill the concubine, he would definitely avoid this day.

As a court official, his sister could enter the palace, so could he beg her to take him to eat melons?

But how to bring it up?

She hesitated to speak, her elegant face was full of entanglements.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned.

[What's wrong? Why do you look constipated?]

"Sister, you..."

Jiang Sulan pressed two fingers on her lips, blocking the two words Jiang Zhiyu was about to say.

"No problem, sister. By the way, I'm here to give you some clothes. This set is for the palace banquet. Don't wear the wrong one."

The maid behind her brought the clothes up. Jiang Zhiyu took a quick look and saw that it was navy blue.

In order to avoid wearing the same clothes as others, the ladies would inquire about the colors of the nobles in advance to avoid colliding with them.

The so-called nobles usually refer to the empress and the noble concubines.

The empress likes red, and the noble concubine likes purple.

Usually, you just need to avoid these two colors.

But this year, there is an additional concubine Yu.

Concubine Yu's favor is getting stronger day by day, and she seems to be competing with the noble concubine.

But the emperor never mentioned her position, and no one could be sure whether Concubine Yu would attend the palace banquet.

Moreover, Concubine Yu lived deep in the palace, and even the eunuchs in the palace didn't know what color she liked, so Xu Youran could only pick the one who was least likely to make mistakes.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded like a garlic.

[Let me think, it seems that Concubine Yu listened to Xiao Yanli and pretended to like Song Shiwei at this palace banquet, begging the emperor to grant her and Xiao Yanli a marriage. ]

Jiang Sulan: "???"

Who? Song Shiwei and the Sixth Prince? !

How could there be any intersection between them?

Jiang Sulan racked her brains, but she couldn't find any fragments of Song Shiwei and Xiao Yanli getting along from her memory.

But what my sister said must be true!

Since she saw Song Shiwei bringing a monk into the mansion with her own eyes last time, Jiang Sulan believed it without a doubt.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sulan couldn't help frowning.

Although Zhiyu said she could handle it, she was still a little worried, so she kept an eye on him secretly.

But in the past few days, there was no trace of the monk, so Song Shiwei must have hidden him in her courtyard...

In Wanxiang Courtyard, Song Shiwei flipped through the navy blue skirt presented by the maid, with a look of disgust in her eyes.

Such an old-fashioned look...

Chunxiu also saw her dislike, "Such an old-fashioned look, although the lady is outstanding, but next to the noble ladies, it is inevitable that she is inferior."

Song Shiwei said "Hmm?" softly, and his hand painted with bright red nail polish paused slightly: "You mean, I am not as good as them?"

Chunxiu knelt on the ground, her voice trembling: "Chunxiu, Chunxiu didn't mean that."

She raised her eyes and saw Song Shiwei looking at her with a smile, and she was angry in her heart, put down her clothes, and began to slap herself.

While hitting, she said: "It's all because of this mouth, Chunxiu is dumb and can't speak!"

Song Shiwei looked down at her, and saw that half of her face had become red and swollen, and smiled with satisfaction in his heart.

"Okay, I don't blame you." She bent down and helped Chunxiu up: "Look at you, why are you so anxious, does it hurt?"

Chunxiu shook her head, and Song Shiwei took out a small bottle from the side: "Use it to apply it, your daughter's skin is delicate, you must take good care of it."

Chunxiu nodded repeatedly, holding the bottle tightly in her hand, her eyes full of gratitude.

Song Shiwei enjoyed this look, and the smile on her face deepened.

"Okay, go down."

She will be the Sixth Prince's wife soon, why bother with these people?

Once the imperial edict of marriage is issued, who in the whole mansion dares to look down on her? !

Chunxiu came out of her room, facing the sympathetic or contemptuous eyes of the people in the courtyard, and ran out in a hurry. After

leaving the courtyard gate, she slowed down her steps, looked around and saw that there was no one, and turned into the bamboo forest.

"Sister, I have done everything you said. Miss Song will definitely not wear that dress anymore."

"Well done. This is a reward from Miss."

The man in the bamboo forest took out three taels of silver. Chunxiu's eyes lit up immediately and she took it impatiently.

The man obviously didn't want to delay too long. He gave the silver and left in a hurry.

Chunxiu carefully hid the silver in her purse and put it into her clothes.

She got out swiftly and went to fetch water with tears in her eyes.

Although Song Shiwei was indeed the savior of her family, Chunxiu knew that she had become suspicious when she guarded the door for her that day.

And about the monk, Song Shiwei must be wary of her telling anyone.

She is now a thorn in Song Shiwei's heart.

Chunxiu carried the wooden barrel and said silently in her heart: Miss, don't blame me. Instead of waiting for you to make up a crime and drive me out of the house or sell me, it's better for me to take the initiative.

...

The most important entertainment activity during the Mid-Autumn Festival is to appreciate the moon, so the banquet was scheduled at night. Jiang Zhiyu had nothing to do in the room and decided to find trouble with Ji Tong.

When she walked in, Jiang Wenjing was fighting with Ji Tong.

Jiang Wenjing held a long spear in his hand, and Ji Tong held a long sword.

Jiang Wenjing manipulated the spear with one hand, and the spearhead swept from the bottom in a perfect half arc. Ji Tong swung the sword to block, and the spearhead and sword blade collided and swung away from each other.

Jiang Wenjing smiled, and the momentum of his gun changed. He fired three shots in a row, all of which hit the vital points.

Ji Tong was not panicked at all, and swung the long sword lightly and confidently. The sword body hummed, and he blocked all his moves. However, he seemed to lack strength, and his wrist trembled.

Jiang Wenjing's eyes changed, and he retracted his spear. The dark gold spear emitted a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Are you okay?"

Ji Tong coughed twice: "Cough... I still haven't recovered."

Jiang Wenjing's eyes were full of guilt: "You should have told me just now, how is it, does it hurt?"

Ji Tong shook his head, his eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu beside him, and clasped his fists and said: "Ji Tong has seen the third lady."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, "Hello, Mr. Ji."

[You will be fine in a while. ]

Jiang Wenjing: "...Why are you here?"

Because Jiang Zhiyu yesterday and Jiang Zhiyu in his memory are really two different people, Jiang Wenjing didn't know how to get along with her for a while, and his tone of voice was a little stiff.

Jiang Zhiyu was not surprised.

After all——

【At the beginning, the eldest brother was also like this. They are indeed brothers, exactly the same!】

【Sister is still the best.】

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at his speechless expression, rolled her eyes, and planned to find some fun for herself.

She blinked, raised her voice, and said sweetly:

"I haven't seen my second brother for a long time. Zhiyu misses him so much. If I don't see him for a day, I miss him like crazy. If I don't see him for a year..."

"Stop, stop."

Jiang Wenjing felt his scalp tingling.

This must not be his sister!