Lu Zhaorong covered his fan and said, "Song Yuxuan, this sister is always unconscious. Song Yuxuan saw that Su Mei was about the same age as her, and she was much calmer, so she often thought: How good it would be if Ning Zhu could be as gentle as Su Meiren! ”

After speaking, Lu Zhaorong took the fan and pressed it lightly on Song Yuxuan's forehead, at this moment Song Yuxuan completely understood the deep meaning, and he smiled and said: "There are many women with soft temperaments in the palace, and Jin Nian is not necessarily the best one."

Lu Zhaorong's eyes crossed with ridicule: "Are you talking about Ning Shunyi?" He suddenly smiled again, like a flower blooming in early spring, leaned over to Song Yuxuan's side, and said softly, "The two are different.

The hot summer is like a thorn in the back, and Cha Lu Zhaorong is hard-working, and the surface is to give Song Yu a fragrant bouquet, a secret thorn or a poisonous donkey, which is unknown. She is a good friend of Song Yuqiu. Her name is Lu Xiaomin. Song Yusui has not been with her for a long time, but Song Yusui knows her status in Song Yuqiu's heart. Song Yuxuan didn't like her. She likes Song Yuxuan. After all, after such a long time, she didn't even want to look at Song Yusui at first, and left Song Yusui in the air and waited for most of the hour, she should have disliked Song Yuqiu, how could she deliberately take Song Yusui under her own hands.

Lu Zhaorong lowered his brows and stared at Song Yusui for a long time, and couldn't wait for Song Yuqiu's answer, which was also expected, brushed the wrinkles of his clothes, and said, "It's better to think about it for a few days and come to Yanguitang to find Song Yuqiu." ”

The two were talking, and three or five servants and maidservants walked into their sight with Mrs. Mingzhen in their arms. Mingzhen asked, "Who are you?" The servants and concubines replied, "What are you doing here, they are here to invite you as a guest." Mrs. Mingzhen smiled and said, "How do you know? Song Yuxuan and Lu Zhaorong straightened their clothes, and Shi Shiran saluted the woman in the bright palace costume: "Miss Mingzhen is blessed!" ”

Mrs. Mingzhen walked very close to the maid Cuiyu, the pale red light gauze phoenix tail skirt embroidered with gold threads in the sunlight, dazzling, holding a Goryeo folding fan, and a mutton fat hosta in the bun. This woman is the first person among the Ming Zhen women - Mrs. Ming Zhen in Feng Menglong's "Yu Shi Mingyan" - Lu Xiuqing. Mrs. Mingzhen was born in a scholarly family, and she was smart and beautiful since she was a child. In the casual leisure, she is graceful and luxurious, and the carefully dressed Lu is naturally on a par with it, and she is worthy of being the "Mrs. Yao Huang" of the peony.

Mrs. Mingzhen said straight to the point with her jade arm in her hand: "The Fushu Pavilion has already fallen out, the eldest sister doesn't understand etiquette, and you, the eldest sister, always know how to advance and retreat." If it's according to the main palace, you might as well take it lightly! ”

"The younger sister is young and ignorant, and I still ask Mrs. to bear with me," Lu Zhaorong smiled, his expression was unyielding, and he looked at Mrs. Mingzhen and smiled slightly, "I don't know that ignorant person, this detail is also tired of Mrs. Bother." It's such a hot day, my wife should rest at home, why bother with my sister's idea? Beware of recurrence of palpitations. ”

Lu Zhaorong secretly pointed out Mrs. Zhen's gossip between his words, but Mrs. Mingzhen brushed the hair next to her cheeks without anger and said, "Don't you need to get someone to come over and talk more?" Within an inch of the harem, something has just happened, and the whole palace knows about it. ”

Lu Zhaorong put away a disguised smile, and said lightly: "The concubine must admonish the untalented sister when she goes back, and the young lady is estimated to go to Concubine Jingren to listen to the play, the concubine is inconvenient to disturb, so let's retire first!"

Lu Zhaorong looked at Song Yuxuan eternally, and then took a group of palace maids and left. Song Yuqiu knew that the road she was going to take was difficult, but she didn't leave a word for Song Yuqiu to believe. Is she leaving? Is she going to take them all? Song Yuxuan couldn't help but be a little worried. The Lu family and his party left, and the path suddenly became empty, only Song Yuxuan and Mrs. Mingzhen, as well as their personal palace maids.

Song Yusui also secretly hesitated to answer cautiously when she was about to ask Song Yusui about a farce about helping Shuguan talents. Song Yusui said to her: "Song Yusui knows that you are going to Jingrenfang to listen to the play, so please go with Miss Su." She said, "No, Song Yuxuan doesn't want to go." Song Yuxuan didn't ask any more. Unexpectedly, she told Song Yuxuan: "You have also heard that the palace is just going to Concubine Jingren to listen to the play, and it is very boring to go alone, so I want to invite the Sumei people to go together, I don't know if the Sumei people think it can be done?" ”

It is rare to listen to the drama in the palace, and there is also a grand banquet, and Song Yuqiu is happy. "Song Yuqiu wants to invite you to listen to music with her. But I didn't dare to agree immediately, after all, it was Mrs. Mingzhen who invited Song Yusui to come, Mrs. Mingzhen often refused people for thousands of miles, and the relationship with the palace concubine was even more estranged.

Song Yuxuan suppressed her impetuous heart, and said: "The concubine invited her wife, but she didn't invite the concubine, the concubine went, I'm afraid of disturbing Yaxing!" ”

Mrs. Mingzhen showed a rare gentle smile to Song Yuxuan, and said without annoyance: "The concubine loves to be lively, she must not see anything unusual!" Song Yuxuan, you also know how to joke! You won't be confused! She said it seriously. Song Yuxuan's heart was sour. "Is she a woman?" Song Yuxuan asked suspiciously. She smiled: "Yes! It's a woman. Song Yuqiu's heart couldn't help but tremble. After speaking, he spread out the Goryeo folding fan in his hand, and the red fan was like a dankou blooming in a fingernail, and it was still blooming with peach blossoms, just a lonely peach blossom.

She looked at Song Yuqiu, and said in a manly voice: "A lazy smile in the spring breeze, a piece of soul dissipation, flowing water and drifting, picking up the delicate color and naturally staining; It's in Xu Xi's hands, and it can be drawn. ”

Her upper eyebrows seemed to imply that Song Yuqiu's blood fan and words hit Song Yuqiu like an awl that day. In addition to painting ink grease on that blood fan, only Song Yingche and Song Yusui should know what the fan is, and on the day of delivery, Song Yusui begged Song Yingche to lock it in a private drawer, and Mrs. Mingzhen knew it. Song Yusui almost didn't know who she was, Song Yusui seemed to be controlled by her, could it be that Song Yusui arranged her subordinates in the palace? Who is she? Why would she do it? Song Yuqiu was puzzled in her heart, but she clearly showed the appearance of a woman in front of her. Song Yuxuan's gaze swept over the wrinkles on her face, which were the traces left by the years. Song Yuxuan tried her best to suppress the surprise in her eyes. She deliberately said that she wanted to listen with Song Yuxuan. What is the purpose?

"Because these reasons have not been successful, so Su Meiren should not prevaricate anymore," Mrs. Mingzhen didn't notice Song Yuqiu's distraction, snorted slightly, put away the folding fan and said: "Song Yuxuan saw this fan, and thought that the concubine liked to listen to that "Sending Fan". I may end the main point today, I don't know if it's good to sing? ”