Empress Liao Zan. "Song Qinghuan is neither humble nor arrogant.
It’s not that His Royal Highness Xiao Wei, the King of Yi, cannot do something like disobeying his ancestors’ precepts and spoiling his concubine and killing his wife, but he has already done it as he inherited his father’s legacy.
The Holy Emperor was a passionate man, and he had countless concubines in the harem. The King and Queen were upright and indifferent, which did not please him.
Concubine Liu relied on tricks to win the favor of the Holy Emperor. Over the years, there were countless newcomers and old people in the harem, but no one could shake her position. One word she said was equal to ten words spoken by the Queen.
Everyone in the harem didn't know that the Queen and the Queen were just decorations, and it was Concubine Liu who really had the final say.
Song Qinghuan's words were smooth, but they were also sarcastic.
Not to mention the people in the main hall of the middle palace nowadays, who doesn't know that the Yi Wangfei entered the door together with the side room, and even if the three dynasties returned, it was the Yi Wangfei who returned alone.
If Xiao Wei isn't doting on his concubine and destroying his wife, what is this?
The smile on Concubine Liu's face did not stop, she raised her hand and swept the tea bowl on her hand to the ground: "Haha, the Queen is right, this child is really very good."
After saying that, he stood up, snorted coldly, and walked out of the main hall of the middle palace.
As soon as Concubine Liu Gui left, most of the concubines who came to the palace also found their excuses and left. For a while, the palace was empty and the atmosphere was surprisingly strange.
Princess Xu of Princess Yu pulled Song Qinghuan to her side, looked at her worriedly, and patted the back of her hand to express comfort.
"You kid, why bother getting angry with her?" Queen Wang sighed softly, but she was a little more affectionate towards Song Qinghuan than before.
In just a few days, Song Qinghuan had offended Concubine Liu and her son many times.
Song Qinghuan realized later, with cold sweat running down his back. One was Chu Qiao among the princes, and the other was the overlord in the harem. If he calculated it carefully in the future, she might not even know how she died.
"Oh my God." I wailed in my heart, but it was useless to regret it. I just cursed myself for being such a dog-tempered person. I was so unsatisfied.
Concubine Liu led a group of concubines away, and there were only a few people in the middle palace to pay their respects. The queen left a cup of tea meaningfully, and then told them to go home. She only gave Song Qinghuan a few pieces of jewelry and cloth in private to calm down Song Qinghuan's shock.
Coming from the palace, Song Qinghuan was so depressed that her face was sore. As soon as she left the Xihua Gate, her body softened, she breathed out fiercely, and murmured: "I was scared to death."
Xu, Princess Yu, who came out of the middle palace with her, covered her lips and smiled, and nodded at her: "I still think you are not afraid of anything."
Song Qinghuan smiled sheepishly: "My temper is hopeless."
There is nothing to be afraid of. The Song family is in decline. She has no power and no money. She has offended everyone and does not benefit her at all.
Prince Yu's Mansion was not far from Prince Yi's Mansion, and the two of them were on the way, but Xu was always careful not to go with Song Qinghuan again. Before getting on the carriage, he reminded her in a subtle way: "I know you are unwilling, but everything can be tolerated for a while."
Tolerance is the key, never lose the big for the sake of small things."
Song Qinghuan knew that she meant well and nodded: "Thank you, sister-in-law, for your kindness. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."
Mrs. Xu smiled at her and then left.
Seeing that the carriage was far away, Song Qinghuan sighed deeply.
Texue took the hand stove and handed it to Song Qinghuan, asking: "What's wrong with the girl? Why is she looking so sad?"
Song Qinghuan turned around to look at Ta Xue, and sighed heavily: "I may have been possessed by a degenerate spirit recently, and I have been unlucky."
Then he asked: "Which temple in Beijing is the most efficacious? Let's go and pay our respects. Maybe we can get rid of bad luck."
Texue didn't know what happened to Song Qinghuan in the palace, but thinking of the recent events, he immediately said: "Why not go to Hongfa Temple, that is the most effective place."
The master and the servant were still standing outside the car talking, when a gust of fragrant wind blew up, and they saw a carriage parked beside them, with a strong smell of powder, which was very choking.
Song Qinghuan stood a little to the side, looking over from the corner of his eye, he saw a tender-skinned young man lifting the curtain to help the people out of the carriage.
He yelled: "Oh, my Lord, please wake up, we are already at the palace gate."
"I'm very anxious. I'm awake." The man was wearing a red robe, disheveled, even his bun was crooked, and he smelled of alcohol when he spoke.
The boy was so anxious that he had a headache and kept saying, "My lord, you're like this and you're still awake."
"Why aren't you awake? I see you are walking steadily." Xiao Ci pushed the boy away and walked a few steps forward in a swaggering manner. When he turned around, he raised his eyebrows at Song Qinghuan and raised a hint of a smile on his lips.
Song Qinghuan frowned and cursed secretly: "Enemies often meet on a narrow road."
I saw that the boy had already helped Xiao Ci into the palace gate.
Texue poked his head to take a closer look, and said to himself, "This must be the rumored His Highness Prince Rui. He really smells like a fragrant breeze wherever he goes."
Prince Rui?
Song Qinghuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the retreating figure and said "Oh!"
Xiao Ci originally said that he and Xiao Wei were from the same family, but she never thought about it carefully, thinking that he was talking about brothers, but Xiao Wei was on his own, and above him was King Yu Xiao Mu.
This man is clearly older than Xiao Wei and Xiao Mu, how could he be brothers with them.
It turns out that the family he spoke of were not brothers, but uncles and nephews.
Texue helped Song Qinghuan get into the carriage, and said in a lower voice: "When I was waiting for the girl just now, I saw several carriage drivers gathered together, saying that yesterday His Highness Prince Rui had a fight with the Duke's youngest son over a girl at Baihua Tower.
Get up, I even broke Master Yuan's leg. Early this morning, the Duke went to the palace to complain. Your Majesty, it was Prince Zhaorui who came to the palace to ask for the crime."
Song Qinghuan blinked and asked: "Last night, people from the same country got into a fight over a sister, and even lost one of his legs?"
Taxue said: "I heard that's the case."
Song Qing smiled happily and said nothing more.
I didn't expect that Xiao Ci was really very secretive. Yesterday, he clearly robbed her and took away her prescription with coercion and inducement, but he could still cause a fight over a flower girl.
There are probably a lot of shady things going on in trying to cover up your whereabouts.
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, raised her brows, and smiled to herself.
The sun had just risen when we left the palace, and the fog had not yet dispersed. It was almost noon when we left the palace, and Liuzhu Street was already blocked with water before we reached it.
Song Qinghuan was bored, so he coaxed Taxue to talk about old things to see what the original owner had forgotten.
Texue didn't dare to mention anything related to Xiao Wei, so he picked some things about the Song family. Before he could say a few words, he heard Liu Ping, who was driving a carriage outside, said: "Princess, Princess Yu's carriage is in front. It seems that
Something happened."
There was a sound of treading in the snow for a moment, and he looked at Song Qinghuan. Seeing her expression change slightly, he said, "I'll go down and take a look."
When he came back, his face was pale and he trembled: "There is a lot of blood on the carriage."
