The maid handed over the twisted towel with full eyesight, and Ji Fanxue took it, bending down to wipe her face little by little.

Song Qinghui was pressed to the seat, and his whole body was numb with nervousness, "I'll ...... it myself"

Ji Xue turned over as if he didn't hear it, and his hand movements were soft and tough, "Ploughing snow is to serve people." ”

He was very close to Song Qinghui's face, his smile was very shallow, but the bottom of his eyes was extremely icy, and his thick and slender eyelashes were like butterfly wings flying up and down. Song Qinghui has never seen such a good-looking person, since she was a child, everyone said that her brother Song Hanzhang was the best son in Beijing, and the matchmaker who spoke for him broke the threshold. But Ji Ploughing Snow's skin is not inferior or even better than his brother.

He seems to be a gentle man, and he seems to have a strange magic that makes others forget who he is. The first impression is that it is good-looking, and the manners and words are just right, but I always feel that something is not right. Song Qinghui was confined by him in the same place, and personally served to wash and dress.

Ji Fuxue's slender and white fingertips skimmed over the rich and gorgeous Zhu Hai in the makeup, picked a pair of blue-colored butterflies, and inserted Song Qinghui's hair lightly and skillfully. When he was not waiting in front of the palace, he served the concubines in the harem, just because of the beauty of his life, the women in the palace rushed to ask for him, and these trivial things were all at hand. Now the woman he most wanted to paint his eyebrows was sitting in front of him, and his subordinates were very attentive.

The delicate flowing cloud bun is embellished with a pair of green jade steps, the white face is slightly plain makeup, the light-colored dress is tied into the belt, and a fox fur is draped, and the beauty is like a beautiful picture that has just been depicted.

Ji Xue Xue's hands are so skillful.

There was only one thought left in Song Qinghui's mind.

……

Last night's heavy snow fell all over the imperial city, ice picks hung in a row on the eaves, the new snow was at the beginning, the sky was vast and overcast, and the red walls and green tiles were a little darker.

The charcoal fire in the Yong'an Palace is booming.

At this time, the emperor and the concubine were sitting in a high position, accompanied by a group of concubines in the palace on both sides, Song Qinghui and Ji Fanxue invited An to make a big gift together, and took the tea from the tray brought by the palace people.

The queen died early, and the throne has been vacant. The most noble woman in the harem is Rong Guifei, the mother of the crown prince.

At this moment, Concubine Rong looked at Song Qinghui, who was originally her prospective daughter-in-law but was now married to a eunuch, thinking of the prince who knelt in the snow and fainted, she couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in her heart, and took the tea with red eyes, "Good boy, if you have anything in the future, just tell this palace...... King Ning is a person who can hurt people, and you have to take good care of him. ”

Rong Guifei was not out of the cabinet when she had a good relationship with Song Qinghui's mother-in-law Princess Yong'an, Song Qinghui often entered the palace since she was a child, she grew up looking down on this child, and knew that this girl was pure and good-natured, and Song Qian was the minister of the court, this girl was very suitable for her son regardless of her character and family background.

It's just a pity......

Concubine Rong raised her eyes to look at Ji Fuxue on the other side, and saw that he was beautiful and had a long body, even if he knelt there, he did not have the groveling of a slave, and he was a person who could confuse people with his skin. It's just that no matter how good-looking he is, he's just a eunuch, and if he doesn't have those two taels of meat under his waist, he is not a person. What's more, he is still a ruthless character, and the ministers of the DPRK and China have a headache when they mention him.

Song Qinghui's nails were embedded in the palm of his hand, and he replied in a steady voice: "Xie Guifei Niangniang pointed out." ”

Concubine Rong took her hand and patted her comfortingly, silently comforting.

Song Qinghui was moved in his heart.

"According to the concubines, King Ning and Princess Ning are really a pair of beautiful people. His Majesty has a good eye, and he chose such a good, girl, and mother for Father-in-law Ji. A coquettish voice suddenly sounded on the side, and Song Qinghui looked at the voice, it was Zheng Shuyi, who had been in the limelight recently.