When Ruyu heard this, she was shocked, and hurriedly rolled off the bed, knelt down beside Jin Yanjiao, and whimpered in a low voice: "The slave has failed Madame's cultivation, and he really deserves death, but Madame can't bear this breath!" Concubine Shen's mother is by no means an ordinary person, the last golden hairpin incident was when she helped Concubine Shen get out of danger, if she continues to stay by Concubine Shen's side to give advice, I am afraid that in the future, Mrs. will not be favored, and she will be replaced by others! ”

Ruyu's last few words exploded like a muffled thunder above Jin Yanjiao's head, causing her to stumble under her feet and almost fall, but fortunately she held on to the window edge in time to stabilize her body.

In fact, from the first time she saw Ming Shen, Jin Yanjiao felt that this person seemed to be her nemesis, and she always had a sense of panic and fear in her heart for some reason, so she suppressed Ming Shen everywhere, and she couldn't get rid of it.

However, now that she has been worrying all day long, it seems that it has happened, thinking back to the moment when Wen Xuan turned around with Ming Shen in her arms tonight, Jin Yanjiao's throat was like a hard stone stuck in it, and it was hot and painful......

was committed to marrying into the palace as a concubine, but it was in line with the family's desire to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix, and she herself was a concubine raised by her aunt's wife, so she was naturally ridiculed coldly when she was young, so she wanted to get ahead with her husband's favor and raise her eyebrows for a while.

Since Jin Yanjiao, who is beautiful and good at Fengyue, has been favored and loved for several years, she can't help but become more and more proud, and Wen Xuan's behavior towards her seems to be extraordinarily generous, and even has a time when she has a heart-to-heart for her, such attention and love not only greatly satisfy her vanity, but also make her muddy feet deeply trapped in the tenderness and honey that Wen Xuan weaves for her, and she is more and more unable to extricate herself.

Therefore, the more she cared, the more afraid she was of losing, and gradually became sensitive, multi-hearted, sharp, resentful, and suffering from gains and losses......

Seeing that Jin Yanjiao's face was jealous, Ruyu continued to admonish with an indignant face: "Madame doesn't want to think about it, in the past, even if we offended the princess in the east wing, the prince was not openly and secretly protective, but now for the sake of a slave in the west chamber, I did not hesitate to beat your dowry maid, it can be seen that the means of the cautious concubine should not be underestimated, I don't know what kind of fox trick she used, she actually hooked the heart of the prince, according to this momentum, Madame's honor and status, I am afraid that it will be in jeopardy!" ”

"Don't be alarmist here, what kind of moth she makes, this lady is not afraid. She has the blood of the Nalan family in her body, and sooner or later she will not die well, so Mrs. Ben disdains to compete with her for a while. ”

Although Jin Yanjiao said this, she suddenly had a strong sense of fear in her heart, biting her lips fiercely, and the two phoenix butterfly gilt armor on her hands unconsciously scratched on the rosewood of the window lattice, "creaking" and making an itchy sound at the root of her teeth.

Ruyu tried her best to calm the anger in her heart, and carefully persuaded: "My wife, at this time, at that time, the prince can go to the West Chamber today to listen to the piano, and tomorrow he will be able to stay in the West Chamber. ”

"If that's the case, then Mrs. Ben naturally has a way to make her worse than dead!"

Jin Yanjiao smiled softly, her voice was as soft as a gurgling stream in spring, but it made the maids on the side pinch a cold sweat, because those who knew her knew that every time Madame laughed like this, someone would be unlucky!

———

Early the next morning, in the name of sending silk satin tea to his mother, Ming Shen ordered Jing's mother to receive some good materials and tea from the housekeeper and send them to General Nalan's mansion, instructing her not to delay for a moment.

At dusk, Nalan Mufeng finally waited for Ming Shen's response, but after seeing these strange things, he only felt that there was a lot of mystery in them, so he locked himself in the study for details.

Even after dinner, he was still puzzled.

So in the dead of night, he quietly summoned his two sons, Nalan Ronglu and Nalan Ronghua.

Ronghua is the son of Nangong Qianqian, the third in the Nalan family, and the biological mother Nangong Qianqian is bent on her son Jackie Chan, and she passed him over to the childless Gu * Lun * Gong * Lord * , trying to use the princess's status as a wife to make her son qualified to compete with the eldest son Rong Lu for the title of hereditary general.

It's a pity that Ronghua himself is not angry, he is not good at writing and ink, and he is not good at martial arts, wandering in the willow alleys of Flower Street all day long, and mixing with a group of sad fans all day long, full of smiling.

Even though he relied on his father's military exploits to mix up the beauty of a military squire in the court, he had no achievements in the country or at home, not only was he not reused by the emperor, but he was not valued by Nalan Mufeng.

———

In the study, Nalan Mufeng leaned back against the Taishi chair, staring intently at the purple gold enamel desk, a gold silk satin spread out, sprinkled with nine-money astragalus, and a few taels of red robe tea.

After a long time, he asked out loud: "Rong Lu, Shen Yatou has been very close to you since she was a child, you should take a good look at the details, what is the mystery in these things she sent?" ”

Rong Lu stepped forward and pinched a little tea leaves, put it between his nose and sniffed it, frowned, and said, "Back to my father, son, I can't guess." ”

Ronghua on the side disdainfully skimmed these things, and joked cleverly: "What kind of mystery can these things have, eighty percent of them are the fourth sister who randomly played something to fool us!" ”

Nalan Mufeng glared at him fiercely, and bluffed: "How can she fool us, she just doesn't plan for the future of our Nalan family, can she not think about her biological mother?" The silk satin sent wrapped in astragalus and the big red robe, just shows that there is a lot of mystery in this, let you read more books on weekdays, you don't listen, now you are in your twenties, you still can't write, can't pull the bow, Cheng Ri's family only knows and the few powder-headed prostitutes raised outside to have fun, to the critical moment, it's useless at all, it's a pity that your fourth sister is a daughter, if she is a man, I don't know how many times stronger than you! ”

Ronghua was scolded without shame, lowered his head with shame, and didn't dare to make a sound.

Rong Lu suddenly had a flash of inspiration at this moment, and said excitedly: "Father, I already know what it means!" ”

"Oh?" Nalan Mufeng's anger was reined in, he smiled approvingly at Ronglu, stroked his beard and said, "Then tell me your opinion!" ”

Rong Lu nodded and said: "There is something wrapped in silk satin, the name is 'Silk Collection', and the homonym of this word happens to be "private collection", what is the most likely private collection in Prince Duan's Mansion?" It's undoubtedly a dragon robe. ”

Nalan Mufeng was woken up by his son's words, and suddenly realized: "Astragalus and Da Hong Robe together can be called 'Yellow Robe', yellow is the color of the royal family, you are right, I didn't expect Prince Duan to be so uncontrollable, even the dragon robe was made." ”

Ronghua has always been disgusted and dissatisfied with Ming Shen, so he has no trust in her at all, and said suspiciously: "Lord Duan has always been careful in handling things, how can he hide the dragon robe privately, isn't he afraid of being wiped out?" Could this matter be the false news deliberately fabricated by the fourth sister helping Duanwangfu, wanting to take the opportunity to put her father together? ”

"It's hard for your stupid head to think of this layer, it can be seen that you are not a straw bag after all, but we can rest assured, the cautious girl has a few pounds and a few taels, and it is clear to her father, she doesn't have the courage to cheat, and she won't be so disregarding family affection."

Nalan Mufeng said firmly, Ming Shen is a "fine work" that he has personally taught, and he has already thoroughly understood her temperament and character.

———

On the side of Duanwangfu, Wen Xuan, Bai Pengfei, Xi Linkun, and Gu Suhan were carefully planning this conspiracy all day long, so they didn't have time to take care of the wives and concubines in the inner courtyard, and Ruyu's incident made him too disgusted, so he didn't go to see Jin Yanjiao for more than ten days in a row.

Jin Yanjiao was ridiculed by Bai Fengxi in public because of Ruyu's beating, and she felt even more disgraced, and she was worried that she would fall out of favor because of this, so she couldn't help but feel terrified and resentful.

She locked herself in the east wing and stayed at home, just singing Wenxuan's favorite "Peach Blossom Fan" day and night, hoping to win him to remember the old love and change his mind.

This night, Jin Yanjiao was still standing in front of the window in a red costume, staring at the direction of Tingyuxuan by the window, the cold wind slowly blew in from the window, blowing her head full of green silk flying lightly, as if she was a ghost, looking weird and gloomy.

She knew that it was not a way for her to continue singing like this, she should find another way out, and when she was secretly brewing a conspiracy, she suddenly saw Wen Xuan's figure walking by the Hibiscus Pool, and she was immediately overjoyed!

Jin Yanjiao pretended not to see Wen Xuan, flaunted her slender figure, and sang loudly near the window:

"The spring is gone, and the cold autumn moon is lonely."

"The fallen leaves are scattered, and you are beautiful and light."

"Don't look at each other from time to time, and be sad across the mountain."

"Waiting for you to meet, in the winter smoke and rain."

“……”

"The wind borrows the waning moon, staring at you across the mountain."

"Send a few wisps of thought, and fall all over the ground with the rain as you like."

"Although I am clothed by the wind and dust, the wind and dust will shed and return to the building."

"There is a lot of style in the building, but I am just waiting for you to ......"

Hearing the poignant lingering sound of the East Wing attic, Wen Xuan knew that it was a trick by the Jin family to deliberately seduce him, but instead of displeasing it, he was slightly displeased.

Everything must have a degree, but the Jin family is so unscrupulous in singing in the middle of the night, and it is still full of wind and moon singing, does he really regard the dignified Duan Prince's Mansion as a place where fireworks gather on the banks of the Qinhuai River?

Wen Xuan ascended to the attic, walked into Jin Yanjiao's dormitory, and saw that she was still unrelenting, so he couldn't help coughing and sneered: "What are you singing nonsense in the middle of the night?" Want to summon ghosts? ”

Jin Yanjiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, then she turned to Wen Xuan's side, wrapped her long water sleeves around him, and said with a soft and charming smile: "It's a pity that the ghost didn't recruit it, but it recruited a 'Chen Shimei'!" ”

"It's more and more presumptuous!" Wen Xuan pushed her away, his eyes darkened.

"The 'second master' is now 'only seeing the newcomer laughing, not hearing the old man crying', where does the concubine dare to be presumptuous, Ruyu just mixed a few words with people, and was beaten for more than half a month and couldn't get out of bed, if the concubine dares to be presumptuous, I don't know how the second master will punish the concubine?" As Jin Yanjiao spoke, the sour water vapor flowed in her eyes, and she looked at Wen Xuan innocently and winked, looking sultry.

"Kitsune!" Wen Xuan coldly hooked the corners of his lips, picked Jin Yanjiao up in the air, and walked towards the six-foot-wide acacia bed.