The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 100 This expression is so impressive. (One more)
The queen gave birth to the crown prince, and the Leng family was in the limelight, but Jiang Feixue was also pregnant, and the Ye family didn't lose too much.

Well, Ye Wanwan has been tacitly regarded as an existence that has nothing to do with giving birth. Except for the queen mother who is still a little delusional, other people don't think about her at all.

Jiang Feixue has been particularly fond of sour food recently. Everyone thinks that the one in her stomach should be a prince. The more she thinks about it, the more she feels that it is not enough. Then she asked Jiang Feixue for a concubine. Now she is a concubine.

As long as the prince is born, Jiang Feixue will definitely be the concubine.

The rest of the harem is only jealous, and there is no way, who made themselves not pregnant, and there is no aunt who is the queen mother.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the year was coming to an end. Ye Wanwan was bored and picked up the embroidery bandage.

Look at the embroidery stretcher, and look at her own hand. In the previous life, her fingers were all pinched off. Although she was treated later, she also became disabled. Not to mention holding the needle, she could not even hold the chopsticks stably.

Now her hands are flawless, not a single bruise.

She is very, very satisfied with her body, and has never felt that she likes it so much, so she will not let anyone who hurt her, such as Zhao Yi who hurt her again and again.

My heart was ruthless, but I was shocked, and a needle stabbed my hand.
Just. very suddenly.

Looking at the bloody fingers, Ye Wanwan wanted to cry inexplicably. It wasn't because she felt particularly painful, but a surge of emotion came over her, and she couldn't control it for a while.

Yan Chen noticed the strangeness and came over: "Niangniang, what's the matter?"

Ye Wanwan raised her head with tears still in her eyes, and then showed Yan Chen her finger: "It's alright, it's stuck."

Yan Chen: "." The imperial concubine probably doesn't know how impressive her expression is
In the end, he sighed in his heart, took the handkerchief and wiped off the blood bead: "The slave is going to get the medicine."

Hearing this, Ye Wanwan couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, you can't see the wound, where do you need medicine? Although this palace is expensive, it's not a porcelain doll, right?"

Emotions came and went quickly, Ye Wanwan laughed and burst into tears, this time she really wasn't wronged.

Wiping away her tears, she picked up the embroidery stretcher next to her: "Bengong hasn't touched needles and threads for a long time. I don't know what to embroider for a while. What do you want?"

Are you going to embroider it for him?
"Niangniang. This is unreasonable."

Ye Wanwan waved her hand: "What's the etiquette? This palace is just practicing hands, don't forget it."

Yan Chen pursed his lips slightly, and said, "The slave likes to grow flowers, and I love Ye Youtan. Thank you for the reward."

She hasn't embroidered yet.

"Yeyoutan." Ye Wanwan thought of the flash in the pan that she saw last time. It was very beautiful, and it belonged to the beauty of the night.

His eyes fell on Yan Chen's face, which was very suitable for him.

Knowing what to embroider is half the problem.

Being a girl is not difficult for Ye Wanwan. This is one of the lessons she must learn. Although she hasn't done it for many years, it doesn't stop her.

Splitting the thread, threading the needle and embroidering, I fumbled twice, and I quickly got started.

Ye Wanwan embroidered seriously and completely forgot about things around her. When Yan Chen had nothing to do, she liked to play with his flowers. Ye Wanwan's small garden had been taken care of by him since he came.

While turning over the ground to plant flowers, occasionally looking up at Ye Wanwan, there is a strange feeling that the years are quiet, but this is the palace, where does the quiet time come from?
Embroidery is a matter that requires patience and time. It is difficult for people with uncertain minds to calm down, but once they are serious, time passes quickly.

By the time Ye Wanwan looked up, it was already night.

Two Yeyoutan flowers on the embroidered stretcher have been embroidered, one is budding and the other is blooming brightly.

The embroidery is quite satisfactory, which proves that the embroiderer has not fallen, and this fabric is just enough to make a purse.

The main reason is that it is not appropriate to send off. As a noble concubine, making clothes for a little eunuch, if it is spread out, Ye Wanwan will be drowned in the spittle of those people. Of course, mainly she will feel very strange.

The embroidery was not finished yet, so Ye Wanwan put it down and continued tomorrow.

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I did was to greet the queen mother. The queen mother didn't like these concubines. She wouldn't let anyone come here except on the [-]th day of the first day. Usually, only Ye Wanwan and Jiang Feixue would come here. They were all there, except for the queen and the grounded Li Concubine, she was all late.

Ye Wanwan was slightly surprised and walked in. After greeting the queen mother, she sat directly next to the queen mother.

Tai Tai sat down with no expression on his face, so he couldn't tell how he was feeling.

"The Ai's family has already said the matter, and the Ai's family will send people to visit the palaces next time. You should go back and prepare as soon as possible.

"Yes."

Ye Wanwan was in a trance and understood.

Every year at the end of the year, all concubines can send home letters and things back home, and there will be special people to help convey them. At the same time, if they want to reply to letters or bring things, they will also be sent back, which is a rare opportunity once a year.

Nearly half of the concubines and concubines were not in Shangjing, such as Jiang Feixue, but Jiang Feixue was better than them. With the Ye family as their backer, it was easy to contact them.

But other people are not so lucky. If you want to get in touch on weekdays, it takes a lot of effort and a lot of money for all parties to manage, so usually as long as it is not urgent, they will not contact.

The palace stipulates that they will be allowed to communicate with their families and send things to each other one and a half months before the New Year.

Everything was arranged, and the queen mother asked them to retire directly.

"Chen and concubine retire."

A group of people pushed them down one after another, and only Ye Wanwan and Jiang Feixue stayed here.

The queen mother looked at Ye Wanwan and sighed, "Wan'er, you should learn to help Ai's family take care of these things."

There are many affairs in the harem, and it is not so simple to manage, especially when it is the end of the year, there are a lot of accounts to look at.

The queen mother can actually be lazy, but if she wants to hold on to her power and wants to help Zhao Yi take care of it, she will naturally be burdened.

Ye Wanwan didn't want to cause trouble for herself, she didn't want to take care of Zhao Yi's harem, but she had to answer the Queen Mother's words.

"I try to learn as much as I can, and I will share my aunt's worries in the future."

Let’s talk about it first, as for the rest, we’ll talk about it later.

Jiang Feixue pouted on the side: "Auntie, others can also share your worries for you."

The queen mother smiled: "Okay, okay, you are very relieved to have this sad family, but the most important thing now is the child in your womb, who is going to be a mother, be calm and don't jump up and down. "

Jiang Feixue rubbed her stomach and said angrily, "It's obvious that the child is making trouble with me."

The queen mother looked at the stomach and smiled even deeper: "It's good to make trouble, the boys have to make trouble."

Ye Wanwan didn't participate in the discussion. It's only been a few months, and the child is probably not big enough to be slapped. Why did they all seem to see the child running down the ground?
(End of this chapter)