Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 479
After Zhao Xiwei finished washing, he sat in front of the bronze mirror, saw his peach-like rosy face, and the unconcealable touch of spring between his brows, he couldn't help but touch his forehead.

It's the Chinese New Year, and I will meet with the ministers and their wives in a while...

Jinxiu was only thinking about her master's body, and while straightening her sleeves, she muttered in a low voice: "Miss, how can you let Your Highness do this? He is a man, and he has practiced martial arts and swords all year round. His body is weaker than yours. Knowing how strong you are, your cold syndrome will be better, how can you stand up to such a fuss?"

Zhao Xiwei remembered last night, as if he took the initiative...

Two red clouds immediately burned up on her face, she glared at Jin Xiu, and said angrily: "You're not very old, but you're nagging like a little old woman!"

"Isn't this servant worried about you..." Jinxiu muttered, feeling a little embarrassed, and changed the subject: "However, His Highness is really considerate to you, knowing that you didn't sleep well, so I came here to pay you New Year's greetings All the ladies refused!"

"How many ladies?" Zhao Xi slightly tugged on the collar, but the red marks couldn't be suppressed at all, so he simply said: "Go get that white fox fur scarf."

Then a court lady brought over a piece of soft and smooth fox fur, and Jinxiu took it and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, then said: "Yes, Mrs. He, Mrs. Tang, and Mrs. Gu."

"Madam Gu?" Zhao Xi was slightly taken aback.

Gu's residence is the prince's uncle's family, Mrs. Gu has always been indifferent to her, why did she suddenly think of coming to the East Palace to visit her?

As soon as I thought about it, I heard a report from outside: "Crown Princess, Mrs. Gu is asking to see you."

"..."

Zhao Xiwei became more puzzled.

Could it be because of Gu Yuci?

Zhao Xiwei was not in a hurry to see Mrs. Gu, but carefully combed her makeup, had dinner, and waited for about an hour before sending Suyu to meet her.

Not only Madam Gu came, but also He Kui's wife, Tang Heng's wife.

Mrs. Gu and Mrs. He are familiar faces, but this is the first time seeing Tang Heng's wife Zhao Xiwei.

Mrs. Tang is petite but very plump, very round and jade-like.

A few people sat down after saluting, and there was a flash of surprise on their faces.

Didn't it mean that the Crown Princess is unwell, so it's inconvenient to see guests?
But what is going on with this unusually ruddy face?

Among them, Mrs. Gu knew how much the prince loved Zhao Xiwei, so she didn't need to think about it to know what was going on.

And Mrs. Tang is also a delicate heart, just glanced a few more times, she would smile heartily, with a clear expression on her face.

Only Mrs. He didn't understand, she thought that Zhao Xiwei was really sick, but when she looked at the ruddy complexion, she might be suffering from some intractable disease?

Without even thinking about it, he became concerned: "I heard that the princess is not feeling well in the morning, but did she catch a cold?"

Zhao Xiwei was still very sleepy, and he felt sleepy again after eating. Before he could speak, he yawned first, so he raised his sleeves to half cover his face, and said with a dry smile, "I don't feel any discomfort. , It’s just that I’ve been a little busy these days, so I haven’t slept well…”

Speaking of this, she is not a little girl, how could she still not understand?

But Mrs. He really didn't understand.

Enthusiastically humbled, he said again and again: "I got a folk prescription from my hometown, which is very useful for calming the nerves and resting. I will ask Lao He to bring it to the Crown Princess tomorrow morning."

Mrs. He called her husband Lao He, which shows that the relationship between husband and wife is really loving.

He Kui is the most powerful official in the East Palace. It can be said that if the prince ascends the throne in the future, He Kui might become the next prime minister.

It's nothing for a man to be talented, it's too rare for a man to be consistent with his wives after he gets ahead.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiwei felt a little different towards Mrs. He, and said with a smile: "How can I bother Mr. He with a small matter, and I will recover after a good night's sleep tomorrow—"

Her "illness" really doesn't want the court ministers to know...

Mrs. He has no ability to observe words and expressions, and is still chattering endlessly: "No trouble, no trouble, anyway, he will come to the East Palace for rotation, it's a matter of little effort, besides, how can the crown princess's body be a trivial matter?"

He said again: "The princess's complexion is really rosy, she really envies us! Hey, speaking of it, the girl in our family is about the same age as you, but she has no color at all. Those who don't know think I Deprived her of food!"

"..."

Zhao Xiwei felt a little tired...

It's a wonder why there are such people in the noble lady's circle.

Mrs. Gu carried out Mingzhe's protection to the end, and Mrs. He just babbled on like this.

It was Mrs. Tang who solved the problem without leaving a trace: "Sister He, why didn't your old He return to Yingchuan this year? Could it be that he didn't save enough travel expenses like our old Tang?"

"Oh! You hit the spot!" Mrs. He's attention was diverted as expected, and she complained: "At the beginning, she only told me to come to the capital to visit relatives, and let me go back after staying for a few months. This is good. I haven't been able to go back once in four years!"

Mrs. Tang made a somewhat shocked look: "Really? Mr. He is a businessman in the Eastern Palace. Could it be that he didn't save enough travel expenses? It shouldn't be. With his official position, his salary should be quite a lot——"

Mrs. He shook her head again and again: "He, he just sounds like a good name, but he doesn't actually get much money. Don't you know that his pair of moccasin boots are the same as when I was in Yingchuan ten years ago? I bought it for him, and now the soles are broken, and I was reluctant to buy a new one, so I took it to the shoemaker to repair it, and I wore it for almost a year... hey!"

She complained endlessly, "Outsiders often gossip without knowing it, saying that I bullied that girl Manzhi as a concubine, and didn't make new clothes for her with good materials! This is really not good at home. A good piece of fragrant cloud gauze is worth a month's salary of Lao He. I really want to buy it for her, but the wool comes from sheep, and if I make good clothes for her, our whole house will have to eat Northwest. It's windy!"

Mrs. Tang saw that the conversation was getting further and further away, so she changed the topic back in a few words: "Exactly, our house is also Qingshui Yamen, and we don't see a lot of silver all year round, and we both love to eat... We can't save a few shillings all year round. Well, it’s not the Chinese New Year now, and those who have money will go back to their hometowns, and the rest of them will have to stay in the capital to take turns. This old guy is so happy that his beard is raised, saying that the government office has the most abundant food, oh , By the way, it is said that there will be roasted whole lamb for Chinese New Year!"

"Ah, that's really good. A roasted whole lamb costs 20 taels of silver!" Mrs. He had a strong sense of the market, and she counted it up with her fingers: "During the seven days of the Spring Festival, you can get one tael a day." Roasting a whole lamb is a big profit!"

"..." Mrs. Tang couldn't hold back anymore.

Zhao Xiwei felt a little funny looking at it, and gained a new understanding of the He family.

Mrs. Gu didn't mention Gu Yuci's matter before she left, so Zhao Xiwei didn't ask any more questions, and after seeing off a few people, she felt drowsy again. He took it out, took half a catty of dried crucian carp, and played with it for a while.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. He was still thinking about Zhao Xiwei's "illness" all the time, and within half an hour of returning home, she actually sent someone to deliver the folk prescription.

Zhao Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

(End of this chapter)