Jiang Sulan was anxious and regretted that she had no wings and could not fly to the palace to take a look!
But she then thought again that today was Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if the emperor wanted to kill the concubine, he would definitely avoid this day.
My sister, as a court official, can enter the palace, so can I beg her to take me to eat melons?
But how do I bring it up?
She wanted to say something but stopped herself, and her elegant face was full of confusion.
Jiang Zhiyu frowned.
[What's wrong? Why do you look so constipated? ]
"Sister, you..."
Jiang Sulan pressed two fingers on her lips, blocking the two words Jiang Zhiyu was about to say.
"Sister, it's okay. By the way, I'm here to bring you some clothes. This set is for the palace banquet. Don't make the mistake of wearing it."
The maid behind her brought the clothes up to her. Jiang Zhiyu took a quick look and saw that they were navy blue.
In order to avoid wearing the same clothes as others, the ladies would find out in advance what colors the nobles were wearing so as not to clash with them.
The so-called noble ladies generally refer to the queen and the imperial concubine.
The Queen likes red, and the Imperial Concubine likes purple.
Usually just avoid these two colors.
But this year, there is a new Yufei.
Concubine Yu's favor is growing day by day, and she seems to be competing with Concubine Gui.
But the emperor never mentioned her position, and no one was 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 that was least likely to go wrong.
Jiang Zhiyu nodded vigorously.
Let me think about it. It seems that Concubine Yu listened to Xiao Yanli during this palace banquet, pretending to be attracted to Song Shiwei and begging the emperor to grant her and Xiao Yanli a marriage.
Jiang Sulan: “???”
Who? Song Shiwei and the Sixth Prince?!
What is the intersection between them?
Jiang Sulan racked her brains but couldn't find any trace of Song Shiwei and Xiao Yanli's interactions in her memory.
But what my sister said must be true!
Ever since she saw Song Shiwei bringing a monk into the mansion with her own eyes last time, Jiang Sulan has been convinced of this.
Thinking of this, Jiang Sulan couldn't help but frown.
Although Zhiyu said she could handle it, she was still a little worried and kept a close eye on it.
But in the past few days, there has been no sign of the monk. Perhaps Song Shiwei has hidden him in his own courtyard...
In Wanxiang Courtyard, Song Shiwei flipped the navy blue skirt presented to her by the maid, her eyes full of disgust.
Such an old-fashioned color...
Chunxiu also noticed her displeasure. "Such an old-fashioned color. Although you are very beautiful, you will inevitably lose out next to the other noble ladies."
Song Shiwei uttered a soft "Hmm?" and paused with his hand painted with bright red nail polish: "You mean, I'm not as good as them?"
Chunxiu fell to her knees, her voice trembling: "Chunxiu, Chunxiu didn't mean that."
She raised her eyes and saw Song Shiwei looking at her with a smile on his face. She made up her mind, put down her clothes, and started slapping herself in the face.
While beating him, he said, "It's all because of this mouth. Chunxiu is the dumbest and can't speak!"
Song Shiwei looked down at her and saw that half of her face was red and swollen, and he smiled with satisfaction.
"Okay, I don't blame you." She bent down and helped Chunxiu up herself: "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, girls have delicate skin, you have to take good care of it."
Chunxiu nodded repeatedly, clenched the bottle 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 soon be the Sixth Prince's consort, so why bother with these people?
Once the imperial decree granting the marriage is issued, who in the entire palace would dare to look down on her?!
Chunxiu came out of her room and ran out hurriedly, facing the sympathetic or contemptuous looks of everyone in the yard.
After leaving the courtyard, she slowed down her pace, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and turned into the bamboo forest.
"Sister, I've done everything you said. Miss Song will definitely not wear that dress again."
"Well done, this is a reward from the lady."
The man in the bamboo forest took out three taels of silver. Chunxiu's eyes lit up immediately and she couldn't wait to take it.
The man obviously didn't want to delay too long, so he gave the silver and left in a hurry.
Chunxiu carefully hid the silver in her purse and then put it inside her clothes.
He got out swiftly and went to fetch water with tears in his eyes.
Although Song Shiwei was indeed her family's savior, Chunxiu knew that she had become suspicious when she was guarding the door for her that day.
And as for the matter of the monk, Song Shiwei must be careful not to tell anyone about it.
She is now like a thorn in Song Shiwei's heart.
Chunxiu held the wooden bucket and said silently in her heart: Miss, don't blame me. Instead of waiting for you to frame me with a crime, drive me out of the house, or sell me off, it is better for me to take action myself.
…
The most important entertainment activity during the Mid-Autumn Festival is moon-viewing, so the banquet is scheduled for the evening. Jiang Zhiyu has nothing to do in the room and decides to cause trouble for Ji Tong.
When she walked in, Jiang Wenjing was fighting with Ji Tong.
Jiang Wenjing held a spear in his hand, and Ji Tong held a long sword.
Jiang Wenjing controlled the gun with one hand, and the tip of the gun swept up from the bottom in a perfect semi-arc. Ji Tong swung his sword to block, and the gun tip and the sword blade collided and swung away from each other.
Jiang Wenjing's lips curled up into a smile, and the momentum of his gun changed. He fired three shots in succession, each of which hit the vital point.
Ji Tong was not at all panicked. He swung his sword lightly and confidently. The sword made a buzzing sound and blocked all his moves. However, he seemed to lack strength and his wrist began to tremble.
Jiang Wenjing's eyes changed and he retracted his spear. The black-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 filled with 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 who was standing beside him, and he clasped his fists and said, "Ji Tong greets the Third Miss."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, "Hello, Master Ji."
You'll be in trouble soon.
Jiang Wenjing: "...Why are you here?"
Because Jiang Zhiyu yesterday was completely different from the Jiang Zhiyu in his memory, 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, my eldest brother was also like this. We are brothers indeed, exactly the same!]
【My sister is still the best.】
Jiang Wenjing: "..."
Jiang Zhiyu looked at his speechless expression, rolled her eyes, and decided to find some fun for herself.
She blinked her eyes and said in a sweet voice:
"I haven't seen my second brother for a long time. I miss 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 suddenly felt his scalp tingling.
This must not be his sister!
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