Chapter 59 Song's Calculation
The Fourth Master glanced at her red, frozen fingers and waved his hand, "Go back."
After receiving the order, Wenjiu ran away immediately.
Fourteenth was furious and chased after him, but unfortunately he was pulled back by Fourth Master after only two steps.
The fourth master grabbed his pigtail and pulled it away: "It's time to practice calligraphy."
Fourteen turned around and glanced at Wenjiu unwillingly: "Just wait for me!"
"Hey, hey, hey, Fourth Brother, please pull gently, it hurts!" Suddenly realizing that the Fourth Master's strength had increased, Fourteenth did not bother to warm the wine and immediately moved closer to the Fourth Master.
On the way, Fourteen glanced at the Fourth Master several times, and suddenly asked in confusion, "Fourth Brother, how do you usually control yourself?"
With his fourth brother's character, he is like a cold-hearted barbarian. How could anyone be so devoted to him?
He also said that we should only listen to him.
In the palace, servants are servants and masters are masters. As long as the master gives orders, even Liang Jiugong, who is beside the emperor, has to obey.
Listening to only one person is unheard of.
"Fourth brother, I'm talking to you!" The Fourteenth Master was quite angry.
The Fourth Master still didn't say anything and pulled him into the study.
Even though the Fourteenth Master was so angry that his forehead was burning with anger, he was ultimately unable to do anything to the Fourth Master.
He could only secretly think in his heart that when he returned to the palace, he must call all the servants around him and ask them what they thought. But was there anyone who only wanted to listen to him?
By the way, he also wanted to ask the people in the imperial kitchen to make chicken legs for him. He had been thinking about it for an hour, but in the end he didn’t get to taste what it tasted like.
The grievances he suffered today were more than those he suffered in the past ten years!
The two brothers had just left the martial arts arena when Song came out from the corner with a frown on his face.
Caiju, who was beside her, carefully glanced at her expression and said, "Princess, do we still need to take this pigeon soup to the Fourth Master?"
Song twisted her handkerchief and glanced in the direction where Wenjiu had left: "Fox charmer! She actually seduced Prince Beile to bring her along when he met Fourteenth Prince!"
As he spoke, he twisted Caiju's arm fiercely and said, "You are so stupid, what bad idea did you come up with?
Someone has already prepared so much food for Lord Beile, and my soup is not shabby enough to be taken out!"
"Princess, you're right. I haven't thought it through." Caiju shrank back in fear. "Princess, in my opinion, if you want to accompany the Fourth Master and serve him, it would be better for you to ask the Concubine for help."
Song frowned and looked at Caiju: "No matter how old the concubine is, can she be older than the prince?"
Caiju smiled and helped Song Shi up: "Girl, Lord Beile has never been concerned about the affairs of the inner chambers. Aren't these matters left to Fu Jin to arrange?
If Fu Jin doesn't allow that vixen to travel with her, it will be useless no matter how much food she cooks."
Song's eyes turned and she glanced at Caiju calmly: "Then let's go."
Caiju breathed a sigh of relief. When Wenjiu was still a maid, she had always been at odds with her own princess. Whenever the princess went to sleep with the emperor, she would always eat her leftovers. The princess used to have a soft personality and always cried when she was bullied.
Now that she is in favor and seems unhappy in recent days, this job is becoming more and more difficult.
Jinghao Hall.
"Reporting to the Lady, Princess Song has come to pay her respects to you."
The second-class maid Liusu lifted the curtain, walked up quietly, knelt slightly and bowed, then replied softly.
Ulanara was concentrating on threading the needle through the embroidered screen, and then outlining the eyes of the half-embroidered phoenix picture.
She was sketching carefully, stitch by stitch, as if she didn't hear Liusu's words.
About a quarter of an hour later, Fu Jin put down the needle in her hand, took a look at the embroidery she had made in her free time recently, nodded with satisfaction, and then stood up.
Nanny Sun beside her immediately waved to several young palace maids, and they immediately brought hot water and towels to help Fu Jin wash her hands.
After handing the handkerchief to the palace maid, Ulanara said, "Let her in."
Song's face was red from the cold. When she came in and saw Fu Jin, she lost some of her weak look and bowed with a smile.
"Good luck to you, Fujin."
Ulanara waved her hand and pointed to the seat next to her: "No need to be so polite. It's so cold outside, why did you come here at this time?"
Song smiled and waved to Caiju, who was standing beside her. She then opened the food box and took out the food inside while saying, "I had someone stew a pot of pigeon soup. It's very nourishing at this time of year, so I came here specially to honor you, my wife."
Fu Jin took the spoon from Song's hand, swirled it gently in the soup bowl, and without taking a sip, said, "You are so thoughtful."
Seeing Fu Jin's indifferent attitude, Song Shi felt quite anxious and finally couldn't help but said, "I just passed by the martial arts arena and saw Sister Wen.
She is really favored by the prince. I heard that she is good at making delicious snacks. The prince used them very well and asked her to stay with him for quite a while before leaving.
Fu Jin put down the soup, gently picked up the tea brought by the servants, took a sip, and said nothing.
Song: "Can you really bear this? This lowly servant has never taken us seriously before!
It's okay that I have suffered some grievances, but you, Madam, have to worry about her expression too much.
This slut is now trying to seduce the prince in broad daylight. Madam, are you really going to allow her to run rampant in your house?
If you don't care anymore, that vixen will steal the Fourth Master's favor!"
After hearing this, Ulanara suddenly slammed the teacup onto the table and said, "How dare you!"
Song was startled and fell to her knees: "Fujin, please calm down."
Ulanara's face darkened slightly. "I, the legitimate wife, have no say in who Prince Beile chooses to favor, so how can you be so jealous? You look so unpleasant!"
Upon hearing this, Song kowtowed immediately, tears streaming down her face: "I know I was wrong, but everything I said today was from the bottom of my heart.
I feel sorry for Madam Fu-jin. Normally, when Fourteenth Master comes here today, even if he wants some female relatives to accompany him and talk, he should ask you to come along.
She is just a slutty girl who climbs into bed, how can she deserve it!
I really can't stand her smug look. At this rate, when Prince Prince goes out sometime soon, he'll definitely take her with him."
When Ulanara heard this, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Song and suddenly sighed softly: "Forget it, you get up first."
He patted Song's hand again and said, "Your intention is good, but you must not lose your sense of proportion. Stop crying so much, the prince doesn't like it."
I understand what you are asking for, and I will tell Prince Beile that I will let you serve by my side during this trip."
Upon hearing this, Song's eyes lit up and she hurriedly wiped away two tears: "Can I really go to accompany the Fourth Master? If so, I will definitely be grateful for your kindness and follow your lead for the rest of my life."
Ulanara smiled and said, "Of course you can. Since you are so filial, I will not let your trip be in vain. Just go back and wait in peace."
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