When the show girl entered the palace, the Chuxiu Palace was lively, and from time to time you could see several stunning women, gathered together and laughing. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info often such a scene, even the palace maids in the Chuxiu Palace, when they see this scene, they often can't help but stop, with envy in their eyes.

After entering the palace for only one day, there was a popular trend among the show girls, after all, the women gathered together, and it was inevitable that there would be a heart of comparison. Among them, there are those who are more than appearance, some are more talented, and there are more than family backgrounds.

However, among all the show girls, no one can overpower Ye Siwei. Although Ye Siwei looked at it, she was just a little girl, and even her dress showed childishness. But only one day after entering the palace, he received a summons from Concubine Hui.

As a result, Mama Li attaches more importance to Ye Siwei. Even, before Ye Siwei went to Yaohua Palace on the second day, Mama Li also went to Ye Siwei's residence in person, helped Ye Siwei dress up carefully, and taught some necessary court etiquette in advance.

On the second day, in the Yaohua Palace, the little palace maid kept shuttling in the side hall, and every time she entered, she would hold a plate of exquisite dim sum, which looked very delicious.

In just a short time, the long table placed in the side hall was full of all kinds of pastries, and before entering the hall, you could smell the sweet smell of pastries.

"Miss Seven is only thirteen this year, she is still young, and she will like these pastries in the future." In front of the long table, there stood a grandmother dressed in gorgeous clothes, who looked much higher in rank than Grandma Sun in the Chuxiu Palace. Looking at the pastries on the long table, the grandmother nodded with satisfaction.

"It's just the daughter of the concubine, and she deserves to be called a young lady!" However, as Mama's words fell, a cold female voice sounded, and her tone seemed very disdainful.

Hearing the voice, the grandmother immediately looked to the door. At the door, a woman slowly walked into it: a pale green long skirt, the cuffs were embroidered with light blue peonies, silver threads outlined a few auspicious clouds, the hem was densely covered with a row of blue sea clouds, the chest was a wide piece of pale yellow brocade wrapped in the chest, the body gently turned the long skirt and spread out, and the gestures were graceful like the wind blowing willows.

It's just that above the woman's face at this time, she looked at her with a look of ridicule, and her eyes revealed a strong sense of disdain.

As the woman walked into the side hall, the palace maids who were originally busy all saluted, even this grandmother was no exception. This woman is no one else, but the owner of this Yaohua Palace, Concubine Hui.

"Since Niangniang has agreed to send someone into the palace, Miss Seven is both a concubine and a young person, so she is the best candidate. With Miss Seven's current age, whether she can be selected by the emperor in the general election is another matter. Even if he enters the palace, he can only be kept in the palace for a year or two before he can barely sleep. Isn't it easy for Niangniang to grab Miss Seven in her hands at that time? Mama looked at Concubine Hui and shook her head slightly.

For this grandma's words, the sarcasm on the woman's face gradually subsided, and instead of anger, she looked at the mama's eyes, but faintly with a little respect: "Mama Zhou's words, this palace naturally understands." It's just that letting this palace treat a concubine so politely will inevitably have some resentment in my heart. ”

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, no matter what Niangniang thinks in her heart, you still have to be kind to Miss Seven." Looking at Concubine Hui, Mama Zhou couldn't help but persuade.

"Hongu knows it!" Concubine Hui nodded, but she had never looked at the table full of pastries.

Not long after the time passed, a little palace maid came in and spread the word, saying that Miss Seven had brought it. Concubine Hui, who was sitting lazily on the main seat of the side hall, did not get up, and the moment her eyes opened, there was still a flash of disdain.

"Bring it in!" Even when he spoke, his tone was still cold.

However, Mama Zhou, who was standing in the side hall, just glanced at Concubine Hui and didn't say anything.

Not long after, under the leadership of the little palace maid, Ye Siwei followed into this side hall, her head kept lowered, looking very restrained. However, after being carefully dressed up by Mama Li, she changed into a pale pink long skirt with a plain white gauze coat, which is a standard show girl makeup. The extremely elegant outfit is just a little thinner on Ye Siwei's body. However, on top of the white gauze, there are a little red plums embroidered, which makes Ye Siwei look like a little girl who has not grown up, but she shows a little agility.

Although Ye Siwei never raised her head from beginning to end, Concubine Hui, who was above the main seat, couldn't help but stare in her eyes the moment she saw Ye Siwei, and her brows furrowed slightly. Although it was only in a short moment, it returned to its original lazy appearance. But for Ye Siwei, it still shocked Concubine Hui's heart.

"It's been two days since the seventh sister entered the palace, I don't know if I'm doing well in Chuxiu Palace?" Looking at Ye Siwei, Concubine Hui spoke slowly, although her tone was a little lazy, but she swept away the previous coldness and brought a little care. Even on Concubine Hui's face, there was a slight smile.

"Also...... It's okay......" Although Concubine Hui's attitude was already mild, Ye Siwei's body couldn't help but shake when she heard this voice. Although he answered Concubine Hui's question out loud, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and he looked very timid.

As for the etiquette taught by Mama Li before coming to Yaohua Palace, she had forgotten all of them.