"This..." Ye Yin looked confused. He didn't know that Gong Jinxuan knew that the ordinary-looking woman in front of him was not ordinary.
Gong Jinxuan said: "Brother, you are too worried. This girl has nothing to do with me. Since she has to be taken care of by Brother Ye, she has nothing to do with the spiritual realm. I know my interests, so how can I take advantage of her?"
Ye Yin felt that his little family was angry, so he waved his hand, "Come and sit down."
Wei'er nodded, thinking that it would be better to stay alone in the room and have trouble falling asleep anyway if she didn't make a sound.
Ye Yin no longer concealed his careful care for Wei'er, and held her arm and sat down in front of Gong Jinxuan. Wei'er looked at Brother Yin with an angry smile, she was not so delicate.
Gong Jinxuan poured a glass of wine for Wei'er on her own initiative, "I heard that this is Anlou's most famous wine, and many celebrities have come to taste it. Let me have a drink to warm myself up."
How can you drink when you are pregnant? However, it was hard to refuse the kindness. Wei'er picked up the cup and took a sip. The figure of Qi Mingye came to mind again. When he was favored, he never let her drink. Now thinking about it, what he was worried about was not
My own body, but I am afraid that if I suddenly become pregnant, it will damage the fetal air.
Feeling a little sour, Wei'er put down the cup and lowered her head.
Although her appearance is vulgar, her temperament revealed in every frown and smile is unparalleled in the world. Gong Jinxuan was fascinated for a moment, and Ye Yin laughed at him, "Brother, what's going on? You're embarrassed to stare at this girl.
Already."
Gong Jinxuan came back to his senses and said with a gloomy smile: "Brother, forgive me, it's just because the girl's behavior reminded me of someone. I lost my mind for a while, which made my brother laugh."
"Oh, I wonder who can make my dear brother care about him so much?" Ye Yin became interested and wanted to help him enjoy the wine.
"Haha..." Gong Jinxuan laughed bitterly in vain, "I'm not afraid of brother's jokes. She is a married woman after all."
Wei'er was surprised, and Ye Yin was even more surprised and said: "I miss you, the third prince of Chudu. There are so many famous ladies waiting for a match. How could you think of a married woman? Is there something special about her?"
Gong Jinxuan drank a cup of wine, her eyes wandering far away, "Speaking of which, my first impression of her was not good, and my thoughts towards her also started with sympathy."
Poor impression? Sympathy? How can these two words be used together to describe Xueyue Fenghua? "Brother, you have confused me. Whose woman is so lucky that you pay attention to her?"
"The concubine of King Dongzhao."
As soon as the words came out, Wei'er and Ye Yin couldn't help but be stunned.
"Brother is really frightened by the little brother." Gong Jinxuan poured wine for himself, the smile on his lips was a little helpless and bitter, "The spirit realm should know that I sent Princess Silan to Dongzhao for marriage. That day was Dongzhao.
We first met her at a night banquet on Zhao's Hibiscus Festival. She was wearing heavy makeup and was rough and mean. This was my first impression of her."
Wei'er held her breath, not daring to look directly at Gong Jinxuan. Her heart was pounding wildly. As far as she knew, she was the only one wearing heavy makeup that night.
"It's indeed a bad impression, but it's so rough and mean that it can't win the eyes of a wise brother." Ye Yin took a sip of wine and said.
"Yes." Gong Jinxuan continued: "She is just one of the many concubines in the Dongzhao Palace. I thought she was just unpopular and dressed up like this to attract people's attention. Such a woman would be the same if I were the Dongzhao King.
Dismissively. Then she was stripped and humiliated on the spot. I saw her helpless, desperate and hateful eyes towards King Dong Zhao. I didn’t even know I was attracted by this look. Later I learned that she
She is the concubine Eleven of King Dong Zhao, a concubine who was once favored but fell out of favor. Especially when I learned that she failed to escape many times and was captured and poisoned, I sympathized with her. When I thought of the chain tied to her ankle