Chapter 9 Are You Song Anhao?
"Father-in-law Liang, where are we going now?"
"Go to the flower room."
"Oh."
"By the way, don't call me that, it sounds weird, just call me Xiaoliangzi!"
"Then otherwise, I will call you Xiaoliangzi in the future, and you will call me well?"
"Okay, that's it!"
Song Anhao and Xiao Liangzi chatted while walking, and it didn't take long to walk to the door of the flower room.
At the door, two pots of flowers have already been placed, one red and one purple, and she doesn't know what kind of variety they are.
Xiao Liangzi walked straight over, bent down and lifted the purple pot, and then scolded Song Anhao, "This pot of phalaenopsis is light, you can move it." ”
"This is Phalaenopsis?" Song An walked over curiously, hugged the phalaenopsis on the ground in his arms, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "It turns out that the phalaenopsis really looks like a butterfly, it's so beautiful!" ”
"It's called because the petals look like butterflies with wings." The two returned along the same road, and Xiao Liangzi patiently explained for her: "By the way, our mother also likes Phalaenopsis orchid!" ”
Song Anhao walked side by side with him, and was a little puzzled when he heard this: "Since Niangniang likes it, why do you want to give it to Concubine Hui?" ”
As soon as Xiao Liangzi heard this, the happy look on his face immediately disappeared, and he said in frustration: "Concubine Hui is not worried about Niangniang's orchid for a day or two, and Niangniang has no choice." Forget it, let's go. ”
"Hey!" Song An saw that he didn't want to say deeply, so he didn't ask any further.
But Xiao Liangzi walked a few steps, and couldn't help sighing: "I really don't understand, Concubine Hui obviously doesn't like orchids, and she just asks for it!" Who doesn't know this whole palace that Niangniang cherishes her flowers and plants the most! ”
Song An listened to his complaints, and there was a melancholy expression on his face, but his heart was like a mirror.
According to Concubine Hui's domineering temperament, she naturally doesn't like orchids. However, it's not the key whether she likes it or not, the key is that someone likes it!
You must know that His Majesty the Emperor is full of spring, and he loves orchids!
Now, Concubine Hui asked Concubine Jing for these two pots of newly bloomed orchids, obviously planning to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and use the flowers carefully cultivated by Concubine Jing to please Qi Sheng, so as to consolidate her grace.
Concubine Hui's thoughts, it is normal for Xiao Liangzi, the little eunuch, not to know, but it is impossible for Concubine Jing not to guess. But despite this, Concubine Jing was silent for a few times, and then she sent the two pots of orchids out lightly.
Knowing that Concubine Hui is a competitor competing for favor, but still turning a blind eye, Concubine Jing's mentality Song Anhao will be unpredictable for a while, and she doesn't have much time to ponder.
Thinking about it, the two walked through the corridor and walked to the side door of Lanling Palace.
At the side door, a little palace maid wearing a vermilion palace maid's dress was tiptoeing and watching, and as soon as she saw them in sight, she immediately greeted them, and complained anxiously: "Xiao Liangzi, why have you been there for so long!" ”
Xiao Liangzi listened and said, "Didn't I move flowers for you?" The flower house is far away from here! ”
The little palace maid saw that he was a little unhappy, and hurriedly smiled: "Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you, I'm afraid that my mother will wait too long and get angry!" ”
After speaking, her eyes fell on the flower pot that Xiao Liangzi was holding in her arms, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she reached out to hug it: "This is Phalaenopsis?" How is it purple? Hey, why is the pot she holding red again? ”
Song An saw that the little palace maid looked at him suspiciously, and wanted to explain but he was a layman, so he could only smile apologetically.
When Xiao Liangzi saw it, he was busy relieving Song Anhao, and said to the little palace maid: "The varieties are different, of course the colors are different." I said Chun Tao, aren't you afraid that your mother will be angry and blame you? How can you still have time to study decors? ”
"Yes, yes, I have to rush back first." As soon as Chun Tao was reminded, she remembered something important, hurriedly hugged the flowers in her arms, and said to Song An: "You are carrying flowers for me, right?" Let's go! ”
Xiao Liangzi thought for a while, and said to Song Anhao: "Okay, you go and go back quickly." ”
Song An intuitively thought that there was a faint meaning in his words, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he just nodded: "Got it." ”
Subsequently, Song Anhao followed Chun Tao out of the side gate of Lanling Palace and went all the way to Fanghua Palace.
This Chun Tao is not very old, she is very friendly when she laughs, she seems to like to talk very much, and she is either talking to herself along the way, or talking to Song An.
Song Anhao This is the first time I have seen Chun Tao, and I don't remember that there is such a number one person in my impression, of course, it is impossible to really answer all her questions. So most of the time, it was Chun Tao who talked to herself, and Song Anhao just smiled politely.
Fortunately, the two palaces are not far away, and in less than half a pillar of incense, the two arrived at Fanghua Palace.
This Fanghua Palace is one of the best in the harem in terms of geographical location and palace layout. Song Anhao hadn't gone in yet, but he only glanced at it from a distance, and was shocked by the magnificence that came to his face.
Tsk, at this level, I'm afraid that even the queen's palace has been compared!
Song Anhao shook his head secretly, but he saw a person walking out of the palace gate, and when he stared, he saw that it was a tall palace maid. Just as he was confused, Chun Tao's voice came from his ears: "Aunt Biluo! ”
It turned out that it was Concubine Hui's henchman Biluo who came.
Biluo stood on the steps at the entrance of the palace, ignoring Chun Tao, but glanced at Song An condescendingly.
Song An could see the undisguised arrogance in her eyes, and suddenly felt a little unhappy in her heart, but she didn't show it, but showed a trembling expression, perfectly interpreting the image of a newcomer to the palace.
Seeing this, Chun Tao hurriedly said: "Aunt Biluo, Concubine Jing is afraid that I won't be able to move two pots of orchids by myself, so I specially sent An Hao to help me send them over." ”
When Biluo heard this name, her eyes froze, and her gaze fell on Song Anhao's face quite solemnly, and she frowned: "Okay?" Are you Song Anhao? ”
Song Anhao was a little surprised that she actually knew her surname, and was slightly surprised: "Yes......"
Without waiting for her to finish, Biluo's face turned cold, and she said to the two of them: "Okay, you guys hurry up and move the orchid in, don't let the mother wait for a long time." ”
"Yes."
Immediately, Biluo turned sideways and made a way. Song Anhao and Chun Tao, who were carrying orchids, walked past her and stepped into the main hall of Fanghua Palace.
I don't know if it's an illusion, when passing by Biluo, Song Anhao always felt that Biluo had been secretly looking at her. She felt a little strange in her heart and wanted to look carefully, but Na Biluo had to follow them slowly, and she couldn't blatantly look back, so she could only follow Chun Tao all the way.
When passing through the corridor, Biluo's footsteps kept sounding behind him, echoing all around, Song Anhao couldn't help but purse his lips, and uneasy emotions suddenly grew in his heart.
The first time he came to Fanghua Palace, Song Anhao didn't have the heart to enjoy the scenery and things of Fanghua Palace, so he only followed behind Chun Tao with his head down, secretly praying that he would move the flowers in quickly, and then leave here quickly.
Who knows, God seems to be against her, the more afraid of something, the more something will come.
At the corner of the corridor, when Chun Tao was about to turn around and go to the flower room, Biluo, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, "Niang Niang is in a hurry, don't send it to the flower room, just send it to the dormitory." ”
"Yes." Chun Tao nodded, temporarily changed the route, and went straight to Concubine Hui's bedroom.
When you go to Concubine Hui's bedroom, isn't that to face to face with Concubine Hui? When Song Anhao heard this, he only felt that his scalp was a little numb. Concubine Hui still remembers the last time she rushed into the dungeon with people violently!
That time, Concubine Hui didn't grasp Concubine Jing's handle, she must have had a sullen stomach, and I don't know if this anger has disappeared, if it doesn't disappear, won't she become the object of Concubine Hui's anger?
Sure enough, there is no most unlucky, only more unlucky!
"Niangniang, the flowers have moved."
"Let them move in."
Not long after, when she arrived at the door of the dormitory, Biluo raised her voice to report, and after waiting for a long time, Concubine Hui's lazy voice came.
Biluo whispered to Song Anhao: "Go in." ”
Song Anhao nodded: "Yes." ”
As she spoke, she hugged the phalaenopsis in her arms tightly and slowly walked in.
Maybe she was too nervous, she didn't notice that behind her, when Chun Tao was about to follow, she was quietly pulled by Biluo.
Biluo whispered something to Chun Tao, and Chun Tao showed a surprised look, but quickly returned to normal and nodded solemnly.
Biluo smiled with satisfaction, and the two quickly caught up with Song Anhao.
Here, as soon as Song Anhao walked in, he saw Concubine Hui lazily leaning on the beauty couch, a little palace maid standing next to the beauty couch pinching Concubine Hui's shoulders, and another little palace maid kneeling on the ground to beat Concubine Hui's legs.
Probably because she didn't go out, Concubine Hui, who was dressed luxuriously on weekdays, only wore a thin satin skirt today. The high-quality satin, gorgeous rose, and her delicate facial features make her more and more coquettish.
His Majesty's favorite thing is Concubine Hui's coquettishness.
Song An stood firmly, and was just about to put down the flower in his arms, when he saw Concubine Hui, who had closed her eyes and recuperated, opened her eyes and looked at her with her eyelids raised.
Seeing this, Song An didn't dare to act recklessly, so he had to bow his head and ask An: "Concubine Hui." ”
"It's just two pots of orchids, and it's made the palace wait so long," Concubine Hui looked at Song Anhao with lazy eyes, and mocked in her words: "Is it because Sister Jing is reluctant to give up these two pots of worthless orchids, or is it that the minions of your Lanling Palace are too inefficient?" ”
Song An heard that as soon as she opened her mouth, she was looking for fault, and the alarm bell rang loudly in her heart, but she didn't dare to answer rashly, so she lowered her head.
Seeing that Concubine Hui didn't dare to speak, she mocked: "What kind of master there is, what kind of slave there is, all of them can't beat a stuffy fart!" Okay, put the orchid down, and you'll ......"
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Biluo's mouth: "Niangniang, you misunderstood Concubine Jingniang." Concubine Jing was afraid that you would wait for a long time, so she specially sent the new little palace maid from Lanling Palace to send you orchids. ”
When Concubine Hui heard this, she frowned, and looked at Biluo with a little puzzled eyes, but she didn't say anything.
Song Anhao was secretly surprised.
Biluo is Concubine Hui's confidant, and there is no reason to say good things for Concubine Jing. Could it be that because she is here, this master and servant duo are deliberately acting?
At this moment, Biluo looked at Song An and smiled faintly: "Song An, you say, am I right?" ”
Suddenly hearing the words "Song Anhao", Concubine Hui's expression suddenly changed slightly, and her eyes quickly looked Song Anhao up and down.
But soon, the look on Concubine Hui's face returned to the laziness of Fang Cai, as if nothing had happened.