Chapter 17: Clichés

When Mama Sun appeared in the hall with a group of grandmothers, her eyes stayed on Ye Siwei's body for a while. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Although there was no emotion on Grandma Sun's complexion, in Ye Siwei's opinion, she couldn't help but have an intuition that this Grandma Sun didn't seem to like her.

Ye Siwei's gaze swept over the bodies of several grandmothers one by one, and the speed was very fast, and she did not attract attention.

The so-called court etiquette is only taught from standing, sitting, walking, and eating at what time it is, and only after these are learned can one begin to learn to salute, smile, and even dress. In addition to these, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs are also taught. Then there are female reds, female rings and so on. The knowledge is very wide, so there are many teachings.

Although Ye Siwei has memories of this body, but memories are just memories, just an hour later, Ye Siwei is already about to collapse by these things. Not to mention how strict the standing posture and sitting posture are, it is just a salute, and there are different ways of saluting in the face of various people with different identities, and there are many of them, just a little bit of subtle difference. It's not easy to just memorize them.

In the morning, Ye Siwei's performance could not be described as bad, it was simply extremely poor. Therefore, Ye Siwei was scolded by all the grandmothers. Often at this time, there will be ridicule in the crowd, and there are even discussions about the "concubine theory".

At noon, she was finally able to rest, Ye Siwei no longer had the spirit she had when she came, and her whole person was in a daze.

"Sister Ye, I said that I would go to my room to get the ointment, let's go. By the way, at noon, let's have lunch in my sister's room!" Ye Siwei hadn't walked out of the hall yet, Wen Zixin was afraid that Ye Siwei would run away, so she walked quickly without saying anything, and held Ye Siwei's arm very affectionately.

It's just that Ye Siwei is petite, and she is more than half a head shorter than Wen Zixin. Wen Zixin held Ye Siwei like this, but her figure was biased towards Ye Siwei's side, and she walked a little weirder.

Ye Siwei nodded dumbly, not paying attention to what Wen Zixin said, and was dragged to the room where she was.

Before entering the door, a faint fragrance came from the surface, although Ye Siwei was a little confused at this time, she still subconsciously covered her nose with her hands.

"Sister, do you think the incense in my sister's room doesn't smell good?" Looking at Ye Siwei's actions, although Wen Zixin's face was still smiling, the temperature in her eyes was a little colder than just now.

Being smoked by this incense, Ye Siwei sobered up a little, and immediately shook her head, with a little panic on her expression: "No, no, it's that my sister has never used such a thing as incense, and she is a little uncomfortable for a while." ”

However, when Ye Siwei said these words, she couldn't help muttering in her heart: "The palace is generally good at using spices to poison, I was afraid that you would poison me just now." ”

But muttering, Ye Siwei would never say this, and she still had a smile on her face.

"My sister can only use these incense incense to make her body stained with some fragrance, and she can't compare to her sister, and she naturally has a fragrance on her body. When Wen Zixin heard this, his smile was a little kinder.

However, these words made Ye Siwei can't help but sniff herself, and there is still doubt on her expression. One actually took Wen Zixin's words seriously, and really thought that he had a fragrance on his body.

Seeing this, the smile in Wen Zixin's eyes deepened a little. It's just that this time he didn't pretend, but was really amused by Ye Siwei's action.

"My sister lied to me, and my sister obviously didn't smell good. It's not like my sister, my sister is fragrant. Ye Siwei lowered her head, but her eyes flashed, and she immediately came to Wen Zixin's side and sniffed, like a puppy.

"It's not easy for my sister to want incense, go into my sister's house and smoke it, and after a while, the fragrance will be fragrant. Wen Zixin smiled, stretched out her hand and pulled Ye Siwei into the room, "After a while, this incense sister will also bring some back, and keep the sister's fragrance every day, like flowers in the garden." ”

Looking at Wen Zixin's appearance, it really seems that she likes Ye Siwei very much, and between her words, whether it is between her eyebrows or in her eyes, she is full of smiles. Especially the laughter like a silver bell, which is still far away, can be heard.

"The flowers in the garden are not as fragrant as my sister's. Ye Siwei was also smiling, but her eyes swept over Wen Zixin's face from time to time, observing the changes in her expression and eyes.

"In the small garden of Chuxiu Palace, there are not many varieties of flowers, and the aroma is a little worse. But my sister heard that in the palace, the flowers in the imperial garden are the best, and the fragrance of the flowers that I want to come there is far better than the incense in my sister's room. ”

When the three words of Imperial Garden appeared, Ye Siwei's face did not change in any way, but in her heart, she couldn't help but snort coldly. If you didn't know what the purpose of this Wen Zixin was, you can know it now, and it must be related to the matter of the Imperial Garden. It's just that I don't know if this Wen Zixin just wants to be sarcastic, or if he wants to do something.

"I've heard my sister mention it before, saying that there are many flowers in the Imperial Garden, and in the spring, the flowers alone can dazzle people's eyes. My sister has been thinking about what kind of beautiful scenery it is, and it must be a beauty that can't be shown in the picture. Ye Siwei smirked, as if she was fantasizing about seeing a scene of a hundred flowers blooming.

"My sister has never been to the Imperial Garden, where did I say such a thing to my sister? Wen Zixin heard this, but his expression couldn't help but change, and his eyes flickered uneasily.

Ye Siwei's gaze moved down from Wen Zixin's face, and she saw Wen Zixin's hands hanging down at her side, and her left hand couldn't help but gently twist the hem of her skirt, and her feet were tightly knit.

"What Siwei said is Concubine Hui, Siwei's own sister, not your sister. Ye Siwei smiled, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Really, my sister is confused. Wen Zixin heard this, and the hand that twisted the hem of the skirt hung down again, and his feet were slightly apart, but he was a little more relaxed than just now.

Ye Siwei always had a harmless smile, but when she lowered her head, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.