Chapter 39: Fanning the flames and borrowing a sharp knife
"Master, are your hands sore?" Lu Zao picked up He Guiren's hand and kneaded it carefully.
"I copied ten of them when I got up early, but I'm exhausted." He Guiren sneezed and said unhappily, "Who put the daffodils in the house? They knew I couldn't smell them." p>
"Master, these two pots of narcissus were sent by the imperial concubine. You haven't seen them yet, so the slaves don't dare to put them elsewhere." Lychee quickly stepped forward to explain.
"That's all, let's put it outside." There was helplessness in He Guiren's tone. The imperial concubine will be the queen in a few days. How can she be offended by such a small nobleman?
"My lord, the weather is nice today. My servants have dressed you up. Go to your concubine to express your gratitude," Litchi added.
He Guiren thought for a while and said: "I just went there yesterday, so there is no need to go today.
You and Chuntao took the two purses you made yesterday and gave them to the imperial concubine. You said that although they are not good things, they are my heart at least."
He Guiren's status is far different from that of the imperial concubine. Moreover, he is from an ordinary background, so he really has nothing to offer.
But since the imperial concubine had given her flowers, it was unjustifiable not to return the gift. After much deliberation, she could only use some clever ideas.
Lychee and Chuntao quickly agreed to go, leaving only green dates and citron in the room.
While massaging He Guiren's arms, Lu Zao mentioned casually: "Xue Hengzhao from the needlework bureau is really good with her hands. When I got up early in the morning, I saw her making a shadow gauze purse there. Although it hasn't been finished yet, it's very beautiful.
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"She has an unusual background after all. When it comes to the Xue family in the past, we can't even reach it even if we stand on tiptoe." He Guiren closed his eyes slightly, and the contentment in his tone was like the grass buds in early spring, unconsciously popping up.
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"So, things are really unpredictable. No matter how noble her birth is, what can she do? If the wealth in the horoscope is not over, she is still a slave." Lu Zao said with a smile.
"I see that she is not an honest person. She has become a slave in the palace and should be more honest. She thinks about eating swan meat every day." Citron on the side spoke displeasedly.
"After all, she is different from us. We have been accustomed to being humble since we were young, and we never dare to have any delusions.
She has experienced wealth, how can she give up so easily?" Lu Zao took over the words again.
"What are you two talking about? I see that Xue Hengzhao looks pretty good." He Guiren opened his eyes and smiled. No matter what status a woman has, she can't help but chew other people's tongues.
"Make the master laugh." Lu Zao said hurriedly, "This Xue Hengzhao is quite smart, but it's a pity that he is restless.
I heard from people at the Needlework Bureau that this Xue Hengzhao somehow got into the eyes of Prince An Guogong, and no one there dared to provoke her!"
When He Guiren heard this, his whole body tensed up immediately, and he tried his best to ask calmly: "Are you telling the truth? Don't spread it randomly."
"It's not a rumor," Citron immediately took over. "Everyone in the embroidery workshop knows that a few years ago, the prince said in public that no one was allowed to embarrass her.
On New Year's Eve, there was a leak in the warehouse of the Needlework Bureau. The first-year-old son of the first generation had no time to attend the banquet, so he ran to the back to look for her.
It is said that she held her hand and walked out in front of everyone. God, she is so ashamed to let a man hold her hand like this!"
What Citron said was right for Jing'er. He Guiren clearly remembered the palace banquet on the first day of the new year. Yu Guming did not show up until long after the banquet started. He didn't know where he went before.
Lu Zao noticed that He Guiren was already trying his best to suppress his anger, but did not have an attack.
She pretended not to notice, and continued to say with a smile: "What does this mean? She was locked up and punished earlier for breaking something. The prince personally took the sword, opened the door and took her away.<
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Not only the people in the Acupuncture Bureau know about this, but the people in Taiyuan Hospital also know about it!
Because Crown Prince Yu took her to the Imperial Hospital for diagnosis and treatment without hesitation, he was afraid that something might happen to her."
"That's no wonder. I said her needlework is not first-class. There are so many good embroiderers in the needlework bureau, why did she come here? It turns out that she has a backer!" Citron said in a strange way.
Said, "You also said that you are noble, but you don't know what despicable means you used to seduce the prince!"
When Li Zhi came back from the imperial concubine, he entered the house and said to Guiren He with a smile: "Chuntao and we went over. Because the imperial concubine was trying on the auspicious clothes, we waited outside for a long time.
After finally getting in and replying, the imperial concubine was very satisfied after seeing the purse, and said she had asked the nobleman to take the trouble."
He Guiren sat there without answering. Lychee looked at her with a different look than usual, and quickly asked tentatively: "Master, are you tired? Why don't you lie down first?"
"How is Xue Hengzhao's wallet doing?" He Guiren read Xue Hengzhao's name, almost squeezing it out word by word through his teeth.
"This...servant, come over and take a look." Lychee said hurriedly.
"No need, go get her." He Guiren's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.
Lychee didn't dare to ask any more questions. Her master usually seemed fine, but if he got angry, he would be a bit indifferent.
I don’t know why Xue Hengzhao offended her, and Lychee couldn’t figure it out for a while.
Xue Hengzhao had just finished making the bag when he was called over.
She came in and bowed politely, only to hear He Guiren say: "Kneel down and come to me."
Xue Hengzhao obviously noticed that her voice was full of anger, but the other party was his master and his servant, so he had to do as he was told.
So he walked up to He Guiren on his knees, held the purse in his hands and raised it above his head.
He Guiren lowered his eyes with pride, raised his hand and pinched Xue Hengzhao's chin, and then lifted it up with force.
She has never seen a more delicate woman than Xue Hengzhao in her life. Her small face is really only the size of a palm, but her bones are plump and plump, her facial features are exquisite, and there is no hint of poverty.
Even against his will, He Guiren had to admit that Xue Hengzhao was more beautiful than him.
Xue Hengzhao didn't speak, but looked up at He Guiren with soft eyes and no disrespect at all.
But He Guiren just found it dazzling and heartbreaking.
She glanced at the purse in Xue Hengzhao's hand and asked, "Are you using this thin material to make a purse to ridicule me that I can't afford something noble?"
"No," Xue Hengzhao's chin was pinched, so it was difficult to speak. "This is for dressing the nobles in April and May. At that time, all they wore were gauze clothes."
"I hate such a sharp-tongued slave the most!" He Guiren was furious, his face distorted.
She pushed Xue Hengzhao down with force and cursed: "How dare you talk to me! Who gave you the courage?!"
The people waiting next to me couldn’t help but hold their breath and hold their breath.
"I know what delusions you have in your heart! You are so charming that you must seduce the emperor! Come here! Come with a hot iron! Burn her face to me!"