The imperial concubine is favored by the Six Palaces again

Chapter 40 Bamboo Wire Fan

If it were someone else, who would compliment him disrespectfully?

That's the only girl who dared to squint at him, um, and even rolled her eyes.

"This poison was given by Qian Yunu, does Yuming have any idea of ​​how to deal with her?" Meng Chengye wrapped her in his arms and looked at the round fan in his hand.

I remember that there is a bamboo silk fan in the storeroom that was presented as a tribute in the middle of Sichuan last year. It is finely crafted and looks like a fan.

Where is it?

"Yang Fu." Meng Chengye twirled the round fan in his hand, "Send the bamboo silk fan that was presented as a tribute in the middle of Sichuan last year to Jin Guiren."

"Hey." Yang Fu responded with a thousand words.

"Bamboo silk fan?" Jiang Yuming was a little curious, and his attention was drawn in an instant.

As for Qian Yunu's poisoning, since the emperor does not want her to interfere, it means that Qian Yunu is not the real culprit, or is just an accomplice.

It had to be said that Jiang Yuming's little brain turned around quite quickly.

Having said that, things that can be offered as tribute are naturally not bad, but she has never seen bamboo and silk products that can be offered as tribute.

In Jiang Yuming's memory, bamboo and silk products can be seen everywhere.

Meng Chengye smiled: "You will know in two days, this fan should be replaced by a bamboo silk fan."

"The emperor is so unreasonable. The concubine is a fan made of Shu brocade. There are embroidered flowers on it, and it is double-sided." Jiang Yuming expressed his dissatisfaction with his chin.

Quick, give me something else besides the fan.

"You, that bamboo silk fan is much more expensive than the Shu brocade fan, and there are bamboo silk weaving patterns on it. If I remember correctly, it is Chang'e flying to the moon." Meng Chengye put down the round fan, and looked at Jiang Yuming's hair again decorated.

Jiang Yuming: "..."

Just grab her fan, but want to grab the hairpin?
"I'll give you another set of emerald haircuts, I see that you always like those green things." Meng Chengye quite disliked Jiang Yuming's aesthetic hobbies.

I always feel that green is not very good, but I can't say where it is bad.

Yang Fu did know that Meng Chengye didn't like green very much when he was young, because of Meng Chengye's preference, most of the concubines in the palace didn't wear green clothes very much, and even rarely wore jewelry.

Of course, except for young master Jin, the emperor did not dislike seeing young master Jin wearing it happily.

Yang Fu was standing at the door. Today, Elan was taking a break, and it was Ezhu and Huier who were on duty.

Xiao Huazi went to pick up the meal, unfortunately, Huier is also a quiet and steady temperament.

Yang Fu sighed silently in his heart, where did Miss Jin recruit so many little palace daughters?
That temperament is like being carved out of a mold.

When the masters are in the hall, the slaves are not so strict outside, as long as the master shouts to be able to enter.

So Yang Fu leaned on the pillar in a daze.

After drinking tea in the afternoon, it was soaked again, and I had to call someone back to find the fan. It was really painful.

Meng Chengye ate dinner here before leaving, and he didn't forget to take Jiang Yuming's fan with him when he left.

Two days later, the bamboo silk fan Meng Chengye mentioned was delivered to Jiang Yuming.

Looking at the peach-shaped round fan, which was as brilliant as a cloud brocade and as thin as a cicada's wing, Jiang Yuming cast aside her ignorance.

Sorry, I'm superficial.

The one who brought the fan over was Xiao Anzi, who also served in front of the imperial court, and seemed to be Yang Fu's apprentice as well.

"Master Jin An, this is what the emperor ordered the servants to send over. The bamboo silk fan that was presented as a tribute in the middle of Sichuan last year, but this one shows that the emperor really loves the little master." Xiao Anzi said cheerfully. Holding a sandalwood tray.

(End of this chapter)