1879. Chapter 1879 The atmosphere is very ambiguous 1
Walking into the house, Wanwan saw Concubine An Gui embroidering something with a piece of brocade. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Wanwan and the others walked in.
"Miss, the princess is here."
Seeing that Concubine An Gui didn't respond, Su'er quickly walked to her side and reminded her.
An Guibi seemed to be startled, her body trembled slightly, and then she slowly raised her head.
When Wanwan stood not far away and looked at her, she smiled softly at her and put the embroidery in her hand aside, "Wanwan, come and sit next to me."
He walked to the seat next to her and sat down. Then he picked up the embroidery she had left on the table and looked at it. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "Concubine, your hands are so skillful. This embroidery
The lotus flowers are embroidered as if they were real, so beautiful.”
A faint smile appeared on Concubine An's lips, "Really? It's the emperor's birthday in a few days, and I want to embroider a sachet for him."
I still remember that Nan Fengyun always praised her embroidery skills in the past. At that time, the pillow Nan Fengyun slept on and the sachet hanging on her body were all made by her hands.
Wanwan was stunned, it will be Nan Fengyun’s birthday in a few days...
Hasn’t Concubine An Gui not been able to see Nan Fengyun for a long time? How is she going to give away this sachet?
"I've been waiting for this day for a year, and finally I've been waiting for this day. Only on this day can I meet him."
Her status is not low, and she is still a noble concubine, so she is qualified to attend the emperor's birthday.
Moreover, although Nan Fengyun has never been to her place again, he did not give an order not to allow her to attend his birthday.
Therefore, she always looked forward to and looked forward to this once-a-year meeting.
Although she resented her in her heart, she still loved him.
Seeing the surprise in Wanwan's eyes, An Guibi laughed at herself again, "Am I useless? He doesn't want me anymore, but I still can't let him go."
Wanwan shook her head gently, she could understand this feeling.
She felt that An Guibi was like herself, while Nan Fengyun was like Sikong Yuecang.