Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

After the girl finished speaking loudly, she raised her jaw and looked at Wan Yan provocatively.

She bit down the words "Jiaofang Secretary, Official and Prostitute", loudly and ruthlessly.

People around looked sideways.

Wan Yan squeezed the scented handkerchief, the last thing she wanted to happen finally happened.

The past that I least want to be mentioned is mentioned on this occasion.

Mrs. Marquis Wu An was the first to react. She took Wan Yan's cold little hand and looked at the little girl, "Princess Minyang doesn't know that Wan Yan has long since escaped from slavery."

The girl snorted coldly, her eyes full of displeasure, "So what? Isn't it something that can't be put on the stage? Official prostitutes are official prostitutes, and they are things that people can play with at any time."

Wan Yan looked at Min Yang.

She didn't know the princess, and she had never met her before.

This little girl who was replaced by Mrs. Wu'an Hou as a princess was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but these words came out of her mouth, vicious and cold-blooded.

What made this young girl full of hostility?

Some people gathered behind Wanyan, and everyone gathered around when they heard the voice.

There were endless discussions, and some people even pointed at her unabashedly, laughing out of their mouths.

"Oh my god, how can such a person participate in the autumn tea banquet?"

"No wonder she is alone, wearing Su Jin, but how can the official prostitutes of the Jiaofang Division have so much money?"

"I heard that only the daughter of a criminal minister will enter the Jiaofang Division. I don't know what mistakes her ancestors made. She still has the face to attend the autumn tea banquet..."

The most unbearable wound that she didn't want to mention was uncovered, but Wan Yan was relieved, "Yes, you are right, I am a prostitute in Jiaofang."

There was an uproar.

Wan Yan looked at the crowd indifferently, these ladies and wives in silk and satin were not as sincere as those little sisters of the Jiaofang Division.

Wan Yan held a small face and smiled, "I have been in Tongshan Mansion for two years, and I was lucky to win the first prize. Not only am I good at dancing, I am also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now I am out of slavery and run a calligraphy and painting studio in the capital. If necessary, please come.”

Madam Wu Anhou tightened Wan Yan's hand and squeezed it hard.

"Also, I was appreciated by Mrs. Marquis Wu'an, and I was honored to design clothes for several ladies in the capital. When you see the accessories on my body, I personally designed them and entrusted craftsmen to make them."

Wan Yan slowly took off the Sophora japonica head hairpin, "This hairpin has been sold for 200 taels of silver in Tongshan Mansion. If you are interested, Wan Yan is willing to tailor accessories that suit your respective identities for ladies and ladies. There are tens of thousands of hairpins. , what belongs to you alone is unique.”

The audience was silent.

"What about official prostitutes? My father is Xue An, a court painter. He was exiled to the Northwest by accident. Now the emperor has resumed his status as a painter. What about me? That's how I was filled into the Jiaofang Secretary."

Thinking of the past, thinking of meeting adults, Wan Yan felt that the days of getting along with little sisters in Jiaofang Division were also beautiful.

"I didn't steal or rob. The income of Jiaofang Secretary was turned over to the national treasury and used for military pay and people's livelihood. Excuse me, what did I do wrong?"

"I also want to have no worries about food and clothing, and I also want to live under the pampering of my father. My father was exiled in the northwest and died on the road. What else can I do?"

Wan Yan said these words with a smile, but her voice choked up several times.

This is what she thinks in her heart, now she is relieved, what about official prostitutes?
She has been released from slavery, she has money, she is doing what she likes, and she still has adults by her side.

Looking around at these people in Wenhe Palace, Wan Yan thought of four words: sanctimonious.

The old lady next to Mrs. Wu Anhou was the first to applaud, "Great, none of you are allowed to rob me. Let me declare first. When I walked out of this Wenhe Palace today, I asked Miss Wanyan for two sets of autumn clothes. Dare to say those words that slander Wanyan, it is against our Zhen Guo government."

Princess Minyang blushed with anger.

Wan Yan felt someone tugging on her sleeve, and five or six gorgeously dressed young ladies approached her with smiles, "Wan Yan, we want hairpins, we have agreed, we will go to the Painting and Calligraphy Studio to find you tomorrow?"

Wanyan smiled.

Like the spring breeze in March.

Looking back at Princess Minyang, she walked away in a huff.

"Don't pay attention to her, Minyang has followed her mother." The old lady of Zhen Guogong's mansion took Wan Yan's other hand, "Come on, today you sit between me and Mrs. Wu'anhou, and see who dares to say no Three or four words."

Wan Yan lowered her eyes, "Thank you, old lady."

"You don't have to take those nonsense things that Min Yang said to heart. Ever since the crown prince was demoted to a commoner, her life in the palace is not easy." Madam Wu Anhou whispered in Wan Yan's ear.

"Prince?" Wan Yan was taken aback.

Mrs. Wu Anhou smiled, "You must not know about the complicated relationship in the palace. Minyang and the crown prince are descendants of the empress, and she is all about her."

Wan Yan somewhat understands Princess Minyang's hostility towards her, but what does it have to do with the prince being demoted to a commoner?
A few months ago, the prince conspired to disrupt the empress dowager's blessing. If the adults hadn't solved the case decisively, the consequences would have been disastrous.

The prince committed his own crimes and embezzled a large amount of gold and silver treasures from the bandits in the northwest.

Wan Yan remembered that the prince wanted to use her status to embarrass the lord at that time, which was exactly the same as Princess Minyang's hatred for her today.

What a family.

After hearing Madam Wu'anhou's words, the old lady of Zhen Guogong also comforted Wan Yan, "Yes, don't worry about those villains."

The servant girl behind the old lady leaned over and whispered something to her, and the old lady showed joy: "Sit down first, I'll go back as soon as I go."

With that said, she stood up with the help of the servant girl, and walked quickly towards the apse.

"She is the old lady of the Duke of Zhen's mansion, and her granddaughter is Concubine Yi. Now she is in the limelight. Today's autumn tea banquet is hosted by Concubine Yi. I'm afraid you don't know that since Gaozu, the autumn tea banquet has been presided over by the empress. , you also understand the current situation in the palace, right?"

Wan Yan is ignorant.

"Let me tell you one more thing. Now that the crown prince has been relegated to the status of a commoner, the next candidate to enter the East Palace is the third prince, and Concubine Yi is the third prince's mother and queen."

Wan Yan had an epiphany.

"However, these are all matters in the palace and have nothing to do with you. You should have a good taste of this palace banquet today. I heard that Concubine Yi has exhausted all her efforts to find many gourmet cooks from all over Daqi."

Mrs. Wu'anhou is delicious food. During the time she returned to Beijing, Wan Yan had already eaten many things she had never tasted before with Mrs. Wu'anhou.

"Come on, try this horseshoe cake."

Wan Yan took it, and caught a glimpse of a handkerchief on Princess Minyang's seat just now.

Mrs. Wu Anhou also saw it, and picked it up, "I guess that little girl forgot to take it in a moment of anger, do you know why she ran on you?"

Wan Yan shook her head.

"I heard that she once showed her favor to the Minister of Dali Temple and was rejected, but I don't know if that Minister of Dali Temple is Su Jizhi?"

Mrs. Wu Anhou smiled, Wan Yan's heart sank, who else could be the minister of Dali Temple?
Su Jizhi has served as Minister of Dali Temple for more than two years, who else would he be?
It turned out that the hatred came from here, and Wan Yan was even more relieved.

Mrs. Wu'anhou picked up the fragrant handkerchief with one hand, wanting to see the peony flower pattern on the handkerchief.

The champagne wafts a ray of fragrance with the wind.

Wan Yan took a mouthful of horseshoe cake, and she smelled a sulfurous smell contained in the aroma...