Chapter 49: The princess's little wife (17)

Xiao Shizi was a little who followed Xu Jing's errands. This morning, he was shaking his whisk and yawning secretly under the eaves of the corridor.
Without opening a glance, I heard the court attendant's salute coming from the palace gate. The tone was not like seeing the crown prince, but following the Hades:
"Thank you, the princess, too!"
The princess is back?
As if a gust of wind with Bingsier had blown into the East Palace, the palace attendants who heard the cold wind breathed lightly and became short.
With a tight heart, Xiao Shizi hurried forward to salute:
"The crown prince is lucky."
"Ok."
The crown princess flew across the path in the palace, and the red skirt of Haitang flicked thinly across the cobblestone path. The palace attendants who bowed down on both sides of the path looked in their eyes, but felt that the red was full of cold frost.
At present, who does not know who is in the palace, the master of the east palace has a discord, and the princess threw her sleeves to leave the palace.
The crown princess has not returned for a few days, but today is considered to be back. What will happen next is still uncertain.
Seeing the back of the crown prince heading straight to the main hall, Xiao Shizi sent someone to tell Xu Jing that he stood at the door of the hall, listening to the movement with his ears up.
The prince is weak. In case the prince concubine moves and calls for help, he will have to roll up his sleeves and rush in first.
Xiao Shizi waited for half of his work, wishing to scratch his head.
Why is there no movement inside?
In the hall.
Song Pianxian watched Feng Yuexian come in, wearing a red skirt with butterflies, flowers and begonias, but her face was cold.
Her lips pressed slightly, quite a sense of rejection.
Song Pianzhen saw Feng Yuexian look over, fixed his eyes on him, and then moved away.
The unconcealed silence spread in the hall.
09 Scratching his head: "Feng Yuexian is not angry anymore, or is he still angry?"
Song Pianzhen didn't answer, and she couldn't figure out Feng Yuexian's mind now.
However, Feng Yuexian's pride was in her eyes. If she didn't pass a ladder over today, she would have lost her temper, and she would have to make her little temper anger again.
Song Pian greeted him and stopped at a position more than one meter in front of Feng Yuexian, keeping social distance and not being too close.
She raised a smile and said:
"I'm about to send Xu Jing to the General's Mansion to say hello. You don't want Yuexian to go back to the palace first."
When Song Pianyu thought about it, he expected Feng Yuexian to have an empty belly at this time, and said:
"Have you used breakfast? Use some with me?"
Feng Yuexian stroked his sleeves without any rush, his face was light, and he didn't say anything.
Xue Qing looked at her wink and stepped forward:
"The crown prince is happy, the crown prince is thinking of you."
"Leave aside, you are accustomed to the few dim sums you like to eat. The cook in the General's Mansion can't make them. The prince was still saying that Xu Jing would send the recipe."
Feng Yuexian looked at Xueqing with a pair of wonderful eyes that seemed to be smiling.
"Huh? The prince is afraid that I can't live in the general's house?"
Would you like to send Fangzi over, for fear that you want to eat cakes and want to go back to the palace?
Xueqing didn't know which cat's tail she had stepped on, and looked at Song Pianzhen with a little helplessness.
Song Pianzhen was helpless, and said carefully:
"You went back to the general's mansion to visit the old general. It was a kind of filial piety, but you can't make you feel wronged for your filial piety."
Xue Qing didn't know the scene in Ming Shou Palace, and she could not see Feng Yuexian's thoughts. To be honest, even her client could not tell Feng Yuexian's thoughts.
What is Feng Yuexian thinking at this time?
In that room, the palace attendant carefully began to arrange breakfast.
Vegetarian lotus roots, one grade of bird's nest, chicken soup dumplings, peach and bamboo shoot porridge, and various side dishes are all on the table.
The small kitchen winked at the end, and there were two sets of tableware.
Song Pianzhen defined Fengyuexian's behavior as after fulfilling her filial piety, Fengyuexian's eyes lightly moved, but she still looked like he was incapable of making money.
She has a good color, even with her lips curled and a cold face for people to see, it only makes people feel like the Wuzhihongmei in the cold spring has been washed by the snow, and the fragrance is exquisite.
It is more suitable for the Returning Soul Plum that day.
Song Pianzhen pulled back his thoughts and continued to pass the ladder to Fengyuexian:
"Today you have a soup dumpling that you are used to eating. I don't eat it very much. If it is cold, it would be a pity."
Feng Yuexian swayed slightly between her temples, as if turning his head to take a look.
But soon, Shaking couldn't stop shaking, and the owner of Shaking's eyes waved, and Song Pianzheng took a look:
"Unexpectedly, the prince would need someone to accompany him for dinner."
Song Pianzhen was dumb for a moment.
Ask politely during the meal if other people want to eat together. Isn’t that part of social etiquette?
But seeing Feng Yuexian finally willing to move the cat jio and take a seat at the table, Song Pian touched the tip of her nose and followed, without daring to provoke the big cat.
"His Royal Highness, are you and the prince reconciled as before?"
After breakfast and heading to Huifei's residence, Yinxue asked boldly.
The palace is back, and the table is at the same table. Why does the master leave the table and ignore the prince again?
Every one of the Donggong minions dared not make a sound while walking, for fear of being caught by the prince to vent their anger.
These days are so easy, they almost forgot, the prince princess took care of the prince's attendant on the night of her wedding!
"reconcile?"
Feng Yuexian sat on the footsteps, sneered, and she didn't make up with Song Pianzhen.
It was Song Pianzhen who begged herself to dine with her with her eyes, and she just sat down reluctantly.
Song Pianzhen was too clingy, and he needed someone to accompany him to eat.
But externally, the princess shook the big cat's ears and said with confidence:
"The palace and the prince are like friends, so how can you make peace?"
Yinxue was stunned, respectful as a guest? Who?
The master who was so angry that he returned to her family and the prince who had not called the master back to the palace for several days?
...Don't say, thinking about it this way, the prince really respects the master's decision.
Yinxue was almost convinced by Feng Yuexian.
Concubine Hui had sent someone to find Feng Yuexian before, and then Feng Yuexian came out to see her.
There was no need to rush to see Concubine Hui as soon as she came back, but Song Pianzhen went to the Hall of Yangxin after finishing her meal.
Fengyue stayed idle in the East Palace, always feeling like a little pet waiting for Song Pianzhen to come back, strangely obedient.
As soon as she raised her eyebrows, she also opened her ceremonial show.
Concubine Hui was only in charge of the palace for the first time, so he was uncertain, so Feng Yuexian asked Feng Yuexian to go to the sixth palace as an assistant.
Without the sacred will, she is inconvenient to separate powers from other concubines.
But the prince's imperial concubine was of extremely high rank. In the harem of the no-majesty queen, there was one of the best golden nobles, calling Fengyue to come free, and no one could make mistakes.
To change the usual, Feng Yuexian really didn't care about the harem, but to pass the time, she also accompanies Concubine Hui to deal with affairs for half a day.
In addition to the side chores, it is the cost of the concubine's palace.
The concubine has been in power for more than ten years, and the Yixi Palace has always been the place where the glory and pets are beautiful.
At this time, Concubine Xian lost her power, and her excessive extravagant expenditure would naturally be cut back.
Seeing the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs reported this matter, Feng Yuexian was not surprised.
If it weren't for something tricky to carry, Concubine Hui would not send someone to invite herself.
In the final analysis, she is afraid of death, afraid that Concubine Xian will still turn over.
Feng Yuexian simply ordered the matter down and set the fee for the concubine to the second-tier concubine's rate before leaving the concubine Hui's office.
Yin Xue said: "His Royal Highness, the matter of today, Concubine Hui Hui has done a shameful job."
There was a sense of irritation in the words, and Concubine Hui turned her master as a swordsman.
"It's just a poor man who is afraid of death." Feng Yuexian downplayed, not even interested in arguing with Concubine Hui.
"In the harem, who hasn't been polished by the concubine, Hui Fei has been through all these years, and the momentum has been exhausted. Taking the palace power, she has no courage to step back, just thinking about how to save her life, it is extremely miserable. Up."
Yinxue was silent and sighed for a long while.
She thinks more, if the prince is not good, the next one who gets dry will be--
Bah, baah, don't think about it, the prince is better to live a long life.
Feng Yuexian did not go to the Hall of Yangxin to find Song Pianzhen.
She called the imperial doctor and asked Song Pianju how his body was recovering with the help of Ping An Mai.
After hearing that the imperial doctor said it was OK, Feng Yuexian grabbed his big hairy tail, not happy, still unhappy.
Song Pianzhen is fine, she is happy.
When she left, Song Pianzhen was okay, and she was unhappy.
In the evening, Xueqing and drinking ice are busy in front of the canopy bed, making the bed.
Song Pianzhen read the idle book aside, with a peaceful expression.
The princess, who was in an extremely complicated mood and barely revealed her face, held the chess piece and made a decision.
"Drinking snow, and go to the Xibian Hall to sleep with this palace."
The cold female voice rang in the hall, shaking the candle shadow.
Yin Xue in front of the bed turned her head fiercely, with a dumb expression.
Split... sleep in separate beds?
Xueqing carried the smoked cage, and immediately looked at Song Pianju.
The twisted book shadow lingered in Song Pianju's slender hands.
She raised her eyes to look at Feng Yuexian, her lips slightly opened.