Chapter 137: Sneering

At this moment, in the Qianshou Palace, the atmosphere was awkward and depressing, and everyone held their breath and stared, and they did not dare to come out. The four palace ladies have been in the posture of handing things and have been motionless. And the woman sitting in the seat had a light face, as if she didn't see everything in front of her. Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink.

"Fifth Miss, please be merciful, don't embarrass the slaves." Gong E, who was standing in front, said, before coming, the Queen Mother told her to let Shui Dye Hua accept these things with her own hands, if she didn't accept them, their lives would be difficult to protect.

Dye Hua glanced at Gong E in front of him, but saw that dense sweat had already soaked on the foreheads of several people. sneered in his heart, it seems that the Queen Mother gave them a death order. But these things, why don't you take them, don't want them in vain, it's too little to ask for.

His eyes swept over the table in front of him, and motioned for a few people to put things on the table, seeing this, several people suddenly had a relieved expression, and hurriedly put things on the table in front of the dyed picture.

After putting down their things, the four of them hurried back to the queen mother's dormitory to resume their lives.

Dyeing and painting just lowered his eyebrows and eyes, carefully playing with the jade cup in his hand, and the white index finger gently rubbed the body of the cup, and the white fingers were even more moist against the background of the cup body.

The eyes of others glanced in the direction of the dyed painting, consciously or unconsciously, and the jealousy and envy in their eyes flashed away.

When everyone was silent, a pleasant female voice broke the silence of the hall, "Sister Zhao, do you know who she is?" ”

At this time, everyone's eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and what caught their eyes was a sweet-looking girl, this woman was Lu Shuangshuang, the young daughter of Lu Qi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, for this year's concubine selection competition, in addition to Su Hengling, a talented girl in Huajing, she is also a very powerful player. For this year's concubine selection banquet, she can almost be said to be a sure winner.

How could she have thought that she would kill a trip to bite the gold halfway, I don't know what kind of bewitching means she used, but she won the favor of the Queen Mother. For her, it was a serious threat.

The woman who was called Sister Zhao by Lu Shuangshuang suddenly said in a weird manner: "Sister rarely steps out of the boudoir, how can she know about those who are unknown." After speaking, the woman's eyes seemed to glance at the woman opposite, with an indifferent face.

Hearing this, Lu Shuangshuang suddenly covered his lips and smiled: "Look at my pig brain, how can an elegant person like Sister Zhao know those who don't matter." ”

After that, the girl's eyes turned, and she deliberately raised her voice and said: "She, she is the fifth miss who has been snubbed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, hey, what's it called?" The girl's face was distressed, and her delicate brows were slightly twisted, as if she was trying to think about something, and she couldn't tell her innocence.

Banxiang Fang clapped his hands and smiled excitedly: "Ah, I remembered, it seems to be called a water-dyed painting." ”

One person said: "Water dyeing painting? Isn't it the unpopular fifth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion? ”

Another said: "yes, who else but her?" ”

……

For a while, all the ladies and daughters were mocking each other, and the dyeing painting seemed to have not heard it, and there was no wave on the beautiful face, only the half-constricted eyebrows and eyes, and a faint light flashed between the impassing.

Seeing that the woman had no intention of stopping it, Su Hengling's eyes were fixed on the elegant plain figure, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

What kind of woman is she?

In the face of the cynicism of so many people, he can still be so calm.