Xiaohu became more and more angry. She lifted up her pomegranate skirt and wanted to go downstairs to find Biqin. The little embroiderer had never seen the landlady with such a bad temper, and her eyes were red. Hong Zhou couldn't see it, and stretched out his hand to pull Xiaohu back, "You are now
Asking her, apart from making her feel guilty and self-blame, what's the use?" "My prince does not need to interfere with the affairs of Jinlan Embroidery Village!"
"Okay! You know how to show off! I don't care, let you go and make trouble!" After saying that, he left angrily, and Xiaohu kicked the embroidered couch where he had been sitting, and then jumped in pain. "Mrs. Boss, I,
I'll get you some medicine!" The embroiderer was running towards the stairs when she was stopped again, "Wait a minute, take me to Yilan's room to have a look, and tell all the sisters to come together!"
Although Jinlan Embroidery Village has only been open for two years, the decoration of the boudoir in the backyard is very exquisite and exquisite, comparable to the boudoir of a famous family. Yilan comes from the world, so the bedroom is naturally more gorgeous, and the rosewood dresser is filled with various kinds of decorations.
There are various jewelry boxes, and one box has not reached the lid. Against the red velvet, a corner of the jade pendant is exposed. Xiaohu picked up the white jade dragon pendant with bright red tassels. It was warm to the touch and the carving was exquisite. At a glance, he knew it was from
The inner court, and the Junlongteng above, must be owned by the emperor's relatives. Thinking of this, I felt a little discouraged, "Do you know who gave this jade pendant to Yilan?" All the embroiderers shook their heads silently, not daring to do so.
Make a sound.
I'm really annoyed. The only one who is most familiar with the things in the inner court is the ridiculous prince. I just happened to drive him away. Now the only plan is... "Come, prepare a car and go to Master Fu's house!" and
Although the prince said he was not forgiving, as soon as he returned to the house, he immediately ordered Manager Nalan to send people out to look for Yilan, "This woman, I, the king, have everything in mind for her, but she doesn't even let her in at all! It's true!
Annoying!"
After returning from the palace, Yutang felt a little depressed. In today's embarrassing situation, Fu Heng could tell that the current emperor deliberately made a romantic gesture in front of her, and wanted to warm his wife's heart. It was not something that happened overnight.
"Go and find Mrs. Tang." He explained carefully and sent Jiyue away. Then he walked quietly to Yutang's couch, half-crouched down and held her hands in his hands, breathing in the heat, "I'll be here for a while on the way.
Son, you must be freezing." Yutang came back to her senses, "Well, I won't be cold anymore as long as you hold my hand." As she said this, she was about to get up and pulled him to sit down together, but suddenly there was a soreness in her knee, and she touched it subconsciously.
The sore spot. Fu Heng helped her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Where does it feel uncomfortable?"
"It doesn't matter, it's an old problem. I fell from a carriage before and injured my joints. Although they are healed, but when the weather is cold and humid, the soreness will return. Just sit down and it will be fine." See her.
Even so, the pained expression on his face could not be concealed from others. Fu Heng carried her to the soft couch, put a tiger skin blanket on her knees and gently pushed her, "This will be better, it will be better in a while."
I'll ask Dr. Du to come. He must be a good master in the bone and wind department." Looking at his worried and focused look, Yutang felt warm in her heart. She played with the braid on the back of his head and said with a smile, "Fu Fu
So, what else can I ask for?"
Although it was a joke, Fu Heng was already very moved. Since their marriage, she has never said any love words to her. "What did you say?" Yutang pretended to be innocent, "Well? Did I say something?" Fu Heng pinched.
He pinched his wife's nose and said, "You little bastard, you are sick and you still won't stop!" She leaned on his shoulder and murmured, "Let me lie down for a while and be quiet like this."