Song Qinghuan drank the clear soup for two days and had no taste in his mouth. So when he ate at night, he specially asked for Longjing shrimps.
It turned out that when she was living in exile, she heard people praise this dish as being very good. She was so greedy but couldn't afford to eat it, so she had to think about it all the time.
Today I heard that the kitchen owner had purchased fresh shrimps, so I asked the kitchen owner to organize the food on a whim.
It's a pity that this dish, which was praised by many people, didn't have any taste in her mouth.
Song Qinghuan put down his chopsticks after taking two bites and sighed softly: "Maybe I'm a vulgar person and can't appreciate it. Instead, I feel like I don't care whether I'm different or not."
Xunmei arranged other dishes for her and smiled: "Isn't this girl's favorite dish? In the past, I always said that the fragrance of Longjing tea in the shrimps, the combination of the two, tastes wonderful."
Before the master and servant could even exchange a few words, a little maid came back from outside and whispered a few words to Taxue.
Stepping into the snow and raising the curtains, he entered the house: "It's just as the girl expected."
Song Qinghuan nodded: "I understand." Then he said, "Let's see what's going on at the other end of Yiyan Pavilion."
Texue left in response.
Xunmei didn't know the twists and turns here, and Song Qinghuan didn't want to tell her clearly, so he asked tentatively: "What have you been planning these past two days, Miss?"
Then he smiled and flattered: "I think the girl is getting more and more unpredictable, and she can do great things with just a few moves."
Song Qinghuan chuckled: "Girl, I also feel that our Xunmei is becoming more and more knowledgeable. Why don't you tell me, girl, what I am planning."
How could Xunmei really tell that what Song Qinghuan was planning was not that trivial.
After Song Qinghuan had eaten and drank enough, he took a rest early and noticed the movement on the other side of Yan Pavilion that only came in the latter part of the night.
Xiao Wei rested in the study for two days. No matter how much Yao Yuechan begged him, he didn't even show his face. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to return to Yinyan Pavilion in the middle of the night.
He rested in Yiyan Pavilion for the night and did not ask for water during the night, but Yao Yuechan's cries could be heard intermittently.
Song Qinghuan had a good night's sleep, but Yao Yuechan cried until her eyes were red and swollen.
In the morning, as soon as the palace door opened, the eunuch who was serving Concubine Liu went out of the palace door to deliver a message to the Yiwang Palace.
He said that he had been feeling unwell these days and was inevitably depressed, so he specially invited Song Qinghuan and Yao Yuechan to go to the palace to accompany her.
When the news spread to Qianyunju, Song Qinghuan was yawning and stretched out his hand from under the quilt.
Xunmei raised the curtain and said, "Young lady is really a good fortune teller. If you say you want to go to the palace today, then you really mean to go to the palace."
After a pause, he looked at her face and said cautiously: "I just don't know why the imperial concubine wants to invite Concubine Yao as well."
Song Qinghuan yawned twice and then sat up: "Your Majesty has her own intentions, how can we people guess it?"
The two carriages left the Prince's Mansion one after another. Song Qinghuan didn't even see Yao Yuechan's face, but she still talked too much. She got into the carriage and said with a smile: "Concubine Yao has lost the prince's favor in the past two days, but it's okay."
I am haggard."
"She has lost her favor." Song Qinghuan glanced at Xunmei and said, "I will enter the palace in a while, and you will have to stay at the head of this carriage and not answer anyone who comes to talk to you."
On weekdays, Song Qinghuan usually brings Ta Xue with her when she enters the palace. She has a calm temperament, is cautious, and follows rules in everything she does.
But today, she had something important to do, so she had no choice but to take Xunmei with her. She was afraid that this girl was simple-minded and would be coaxed into a trap after a few words, so she just gave this warning.
Xunmei knew that Song Qinghuan was telling her to shut her mouth tighter, and she flattened her lips in dissatisfaction when she heard this: "I don't think I'm the one who has no sense of propriety."
When the carriage arrived at the palace gate, there were palace attendants waiting for it. Yao Yuechan got off first and walked to Song Qinghuan's carriage, making gestures to help her.
That attitude was quite low.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what she was thinking. He was just relying on the large number of people here so that others could see her virtuousness and see how she kept herself humble.
By the way, I'm taking a look at this princess's display of power.
Song Qinghuan looked down at her, without hesitation, raised his hand and actually put it on Yao Yuechan's arm.
The corners of his lips curved and he nodded: "Thank you, sister."
Yao Yuechan was just showing off. She expected that Song Qinghuan would have to save some face in front of so many people, but she never thought that she would not even be willing to show off.
"Sister, you're welcome." There was still a smile on his face, but the smile was not even half as bright as his eyes.
Although the Song family belongs to a declining marquis family, the girls in the family are also educated in the Eight Classics, and if nothing else, their manners must be good.
Song Qinghuan held her head high, walked lightly, and asked Yao Yuechan to help her get out of the carriage respectfully. People could tell the difference at a glance.
Yao Yuechan didn't know that she had already lost since she stepped forward to help Song Qinghuan.
The palace road was long and narrow, with Song Qinghuan in front and Yao Yuechan behind. They walked towards Concubine Liu's Hehuan Palace without saying a word.
No one said anything, but everyone knew why they entered the palace today.
Aunt Gong beside Concubine Liu had been waiting outside the palace for a long time. Lao Yuan looked at the two of them and stepped forward to salute and say hello: "I have met Princess Yi, Concubine Yao."
Just one sentence can tell the difference between high and low.
Yao Yuechan tightened her hands under her wide sleeves, still smiling on her face, and returned the half salute with a slight smile.
Grandma Gong lowered her head, led the two of them into the palace, and said softly: "The empress has been ill these days, so she thought of calling the princess and the concubine to come into the palace to talk."
Sheng'er paused and then said: "The empress said that entering the palace is not as convenient as staying in the dormitory. There are quite a few rules for a family to meet and have a meal."
As he said that, he glanced at Song Qinghuan out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she was moving well with her manners, and she didn't even look sideways, as if she didn't care about what Grandma Gong just said.
On the contrary, Yao Yuechan's body trembled slightly, and her eyes lowered to hide her emotions.
In the main hall of Hehuan Hall, the earth dragon was burning vigorously. As soon as we entered the hall, we felt the heat wave was a bit overwhelming.
Concubine Liu wrapped her head and was leaning on the low couch, sighing from time to time.
Seeing Song Qinghuan and Yao Yuechan coming into the palace, they suddenly became kind-hearted and said, "Here we come."
As he spoke, he made a gesture to get up.
Song Qinghuan stepped forward to support Concubine Liu, and gently placed her cold fingers on her pulse: "Your Majesty, you are not feeling well, so don't get up."
The pulse is gentle and strong, but there is no physical discomfort.
After helping Concubine Liu lie down, Song Qinghuan continued: "It's my daughter-in-law who failed to live up to her expectations. She managed to run to Hongfa Temple and came back injured. Otherwise, she would have to wait for her illness every day."
Concubine Liu kept talking and patted the back of Song Qinghuan's hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. After all, it's not a big problem for me. It's just a little cold."
Song Qinghuan blinked: "Madam, the cold syndrome is contagious!
