The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 22 Full of wealth, what's with her?
Ye Wanwan woke up one night with a headache, and she wasn't that good at drinking.

But even though she was very drunk, she still remembered what she should remember. She glanced at Yan Chen, narrowed her eyes, and said nothing.

Fingertips caressed the tabletop: "Bengong hasn't played the qin for a long time, Qingsha, bring the qin from Bengong."

"Yes."

Qingsha went to get the qin, and Hongshang came over with a little excitement: "Niangniang, there is news from Shen Zhaoyi, she is not pregnant, she has eaten the wrong thing, this joke will make a big fuss, and now she is still kneeling on her knees. Outside the Chaoyang Palace, please forgive me."

Ye Wanwan had no mood swings, she had expected it.

Qing Sha brought the qin, Ye Wanwan sat down after cleaning her hands, brushed the strings with her fingertips, and a string of rhythms flowed from her fingertips, and she played the tune at the palace banquet last night.

Ye Wanwan was perfect in all the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and a mere piece of tune was naturally hand-picked, not inferior to the musicians in the palace.

Halfway through the play, Ye Wanwan pressed her hand on the strings and laughed mockingly. Lin Yu was just a mere amount of money, so why should she be distracted.

Now that the confinement is relieved, she still has a lot of things to do.

"Prepare the car and leave the palace."

Ye Wanwan thought about leaving the palace, and finally stepped out of the palace gate. The air she breathed felt different from the one in the palace, and the wind was refreshing and comfortable.

As far as the eye can see, it is no longer a palace wall that cuts across the sky, but a lot of traffic, shops, and people of all kinds.

The Ye family is not far from the palace, but she deliberately went out and took a detour to see these worldly fireworks, which were obviously familiar things, but gave her a different feeling, as if everything became beautiful, even the weeds on the road. The clothes are extraordinarily refreshing, and the shops on the street are so bright.

Finally, the destination arrived. The gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was towering and majestic and unattainable. The smile on Ye Wanwan's face disappeared.

She didn't really look forward to coming back to this place.

This is her home, but now, it doesn't seem to be.

Her mother died of dystocia when she was seven years old, and the child in her womb could not be saved. The current Prime Minister's wife is her grandfather's cousin. Although she is a relative, she has not been close to this cousin since childhood.

Her father and she drank Juzi soup, he knew that he was wronged, he knew that her life was better than death, and he stood by, just to keep his power.

What is there to look forward to, such a father?

As for the concubines of the concubines in the house, they have long since become estranged.

Maybe she can still talk to them at this age, but she is no longer a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Ye Wanwan.

"Hey, Miss? Miss is back."

"No, it's the noble concubine, and I have seen the noble concubine."

The doorman was incoherent when he saw Ye Wanwan.

Ye Wanwan stepped into the house, and the scene in her memory was familiar but far away, making her feel a little dazed.

After entering the palace, she came back only a handful of times, sick, fighting, entanglements, then imprisoned, and finally dead, and she never came back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

This luxurious prime minister's mansion is full of wealth, what can she do with her?

"The imperial concubine is back!"

"Quick, go and inform Mrs. Xiangye!"

The prime minister's mansion soon became lively, and familiar people came out from all directions to greet the imperial concubine.

As a result, when he came to the main hall, no one was seen.

"It's not that the concubine is back, what about people?"

"It's like going back to the house."

Ye Wanwan went back to her boudoir. No one had touched her yard, and it was still the same as before her marriage.

In their eyes, she was only married for two months, but in fact, she has been away for many years, and every place is a long memory.

Ye Wanwan stood in the courtyard, staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar place in a trance, lost for a long time.

The prime minister, Ye Zhaoru and his successor, Zhuang Qin, came over and said, "Wan'er, why are you back? Don't send anyone to notify your father."

Ye Wanwan turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with a loving face in front of her. Her own father really loved her, and the concern in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.

However, he and the queen mother discussed the matter that the queen mother bestowed Juezi soup. After she was wronged, he was able to ignore it.

"Wanwan saved the emperor, and saved the Jiangshan Sheji of the Liang Dynasty. The merits and demerits were equal, and the merits and deeds were complete, and the emperor had restored her honor. If she knew about it, she would definitely be grateful to the emperor."

This is what he said.

She died, and her merits were perfected, and she was also grateful to that scumbag Zhao Yi.

Containing all kinds of emotions: "I dreamed that my mother was kissing, and I came back and put incense sticks for her."

Ye Zhaoru sighed when he heard the words: "That's it, go ahead and tell your mother if you need anything."

Ye Wanwan called her mother Lin, and Zhuang Qin was her mother.

Zhuang Qin's attitude towards Ye Wanwan is not good, but it is not bad: "The Yilan Courtyard is cleaned every day, it is no different from when the empress was married, if there is anything missing, I will have someone make up for it immediately. ."

Ye Wanwan nodded, "Thank you, mother."

(End of this chapter)