Shen Qihuan, who was sitting in the green oil sedan chair, stretched out his hand to caress the lines of the brocade decoration in the sedan chair, and sighed softly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sometimes even if you want to avoid it, your mind can't avoid it.

Knowing that the servant woman might be implicated because of her outspokenness, she still couldn't bear to come out. Most people turn a blind eye, but why can't they come to their own place?

Shen Qihuan was a little annoyed, she had been tied up since she returned to Beijing, and she seemed to be completely unable to adapt to dealing with women. Just now she heard that Song Amiao was Song Axian's sister, and her heart was irrepressibly depressed, so much so that when Hongzhi wanted to stop the sedan chair in front of that person, she stopped it without thinking about it.

Forbearance, humility, inferiority?

The hatred of the family has not made her lose her confidence, what is it that makes her suffer from gains and losses like this?

Shen Qihuan rubbed the corners of her forehead vigorously, she couldn't go on like this, maybe she wasn't suitable to be a woman at all.

The sedan chair landed in front of the gate of the Eight Blessing Hall, and immediately a well-trained little maid came to guide them, the little maid was only eleven or twelve years old, walking with her head down, and her eyes did not dare to shake around. Shen Qihuan looked at her, and somehow became curious about King Rong's Mansion.

She had only heard about King Rong from her mother, and she knew very little about Princess Rong. She can feel that the east and west gardens of King Rong's Mansion are clearly distinguished, and in the eyes of outsiders, they may think that King Jing'an wants to divide the palace because of marriage, but in fact, there is already a clear Chu River and Han boundary in King Rong's Mansion, and the rules in the two places are complex and sensitive, and there is a faint trend of fighting against each other.

It is also easy to understand when you think about it, Qi Linyu is an unattainable stepson, and when the emperor decided to pass on his stepson, I was afraid that he did not expect that King Rong would have his own heirs, so when King Rong had a son who was more suitable for inheritance, Qi Linyu's existence was very embarrassing.

Shen Qihuan had never thought about this before, she only had the Protector Mansion in her heart, only Yu Chijun, she just wanted to uncover the truth, and she never thought that Qi Linyu, who existed like a god, would also have such and such embarrassment.

Or she has always understood, but she can't even think through her own affairs, so why should she explore other people's lives? There is a strange emotion that spreads from the bottom of her heart, as if the wanton man she met is just a wisp of phantom, and some people, some things, only exist in dreams.

With bursts of laughter, Shen Qihuan seemed to be awake in a dream, she raised her eyes and looked towards the hall, the laughter seemed to be weak for a moment, and then someone walked towards them.

Hongzhi whispered beside Shen Qihuan: "Miss, Yicui is here." ”

Shen Que looked at the past, and his chaotic eyes became clearer little by little.

"Miss Shen San, you can count it, our side concubine has been talking about you for a long time. Yi Cui was much thinner than when she was in Handzhou, her chin was sharper, and her eyes were full of flattery that she had never seen before.

Shen Que smiled, she didn't want to have too much intersection with Lu Xiruo.

Yi Cui didn't seem to feel her indifference at all, and took the first step to take Shen Qihuan's arm and walked towards the hall. Hong Zhi's eyes flashed slightly, and she was slightly relieved when she saw that the young lady's eyes also revealed a vigilant look.

Everyone's eyes poked over, followed by uncontrollable discussions, unable to hear the contents, but full of doubts.

Shen Qihuan felt a few sharp eyes in the crowd, she raised her eyes, and faced Lu Xiruo's impeccable smile.

Rong Wangfu received the young lady of the Jingzhong family to recite the scriptures by the order of the Queen Mother, and Princess Rong relied on the disparity in her identity and age, saying that she was sick and hid from leisure. Lu Xiruo rarely had such an opportunity to show his face, and he was full of interest to fulfill the friendship of the landlord.

In the impression of the women of the family in Beijing, Lu Xiruo has always been synonymous with gorgeous and glamorous, when the "first beauty of Jinzhou" was hidden by the Jing'an Wang Jinwu, three years of exclusive favor, good brocade and satin, every piece of clothing and jewelry is enough to lead the fashion in Beijing. Although he knew that a new princess would be ushered in in the Jing'an palace soon, at least today, Lu Xiruo was the only hostess.

So when Lu Xiruo smiled at Shen Que and stepped forward in person. Many people's eyebrows were involuntarily raised.

Lu Xiruo's gentle voice was soft and sweet: "Farewell to Handzhou, how is my sister doing?"

Shen Qihuan quietly avoided her outstretched arm, and bowed politely: "Concubine Lao Lu is worried." "Like all people, nothing more and nothing less:

"Is there anything you are not used to?" Lu Xiruo looked at Shen Qihuan with a smile, and the hairpin with Nanzhu shining on the side of the bun. "Mother Liao, did they serve you wholeheartedly in the past? If you want me to say that the prince is willing to go near and far to pick someone in the shop to pick someone for you, there are many people in the palace, and you must always rest assured when you come to your side. ”

Lu Xiruo's voice was clear, and as soon as the words fell, the eyes next to him were sharper and poked towards Shen Qihuan. The joyful atmosphere that could have been maintained was a little colder.

Shen Qihuan's expression sank slightly, and she saw Lu Xiruo's eyes looking at her with a little pleasure. Shen Qihuan understood that Lu Xiruo must have panicked because of the marriage gift, and wanted to push herself out as a bird on such an occasion, if Lu Xiruo really had a good calculation, only by muddying the water, could she make a profit.

And when she first met, she asked this sentence coldly, and she thought that Shen Qihuan would definitely be caught off guard.

Lu Xiruo smiled, she had been in the house for three years, and she had also figured out King Jing'an's temper. Song Axian and Lu Fusheng are nothing, King Jing'an did not have the holy will, but he just wanted to put the suspicion of the Song and Lu families on the surface, and when the two families were in trouble, the prince would definitely go to the emperor to ask for advice and marry Shen Qihuan.

But if Shen Qihuan is exposed to the sight of the Song and Lu families in advance, the situation will not necessarily be so bad, and the Song and Lu families may have a tacit understanding to calm down the liver fire, as long as the princess is in charge, no matter how much she Shen Qihuan is liked, she can only come to be a concubine.

The so-called flowers are not red for a hundred days, if Lu Xi can still rely on the old man and sell the old to be a big concubine, she Shen Que will be happy to look old one day, will she not bow her head all her life?

Therefore, after the emperor gave the marriage, Lu Xiruo had already seen the situation in front of her, Song Axian was the real hostess in the palace, deciding her life and death, she couldn't mess with her, Lu Fusheng was the bargaining chip of the Lu family, and she had to be regarded as a back road. If she wants to make life better in the future, she must find a common enemy for these two people, and Shen Qihuan is the most suitable.

In the hall, the warbler Yanyan, the ring of green lingered, the voice paused for a moment, and then the whispering was endless, Shen Qihuan kept smiling and standing there, as if he was stunned, and he seemed to be at a loss in Lu Xiruo's eyes.

Lu Xiruo covered his mouth with a silk and whitewashed the peace: "Look at me, I'm really overjoyed." After finishing speaking, he helped Yicui's hand and was about to sit down on the Taishi chair. Lu Xiruo seemed to have expected Shen Qihuan to knock out his teeth and swallow blood.

"Princess, who is this listening to?"

Hearing this, the women who were still whispering quieted down again, and unconsciously looked at Lu Xiruo, only to see Lu Xiruo's smile frozen on her face, twisting her body to look at Shen Qihuan.

Shen Quehuan's purposed lips outlined a hint of kindness, and asked again: "Concubine Lu, I don't know where you heard what you said just now?"