this widow is not straight

"Young Madam! Someone is coming from the palace!" Hong Mian ran fast, and stopped Wang Xiange who was about to go out with Hong Ling in time.

"Someone is coming from the palace? What does it have to do with me?" Wang Xiange was taken aback. She had been looking forward to it for two days, and it was finally the day to go out. Don't make any mistakes!

"Ma'am, the palace man who passed the message wanted to tell you that the concubine concubine summoned you to enjoy the flowers in the palace." Hong Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: "The eunuch in charge of the concubine concubine's palace is still in the palace. Waiting at the door, saying that the empress sent a sedan chair to pick her up."

And sent a sedan chair to pick him up?
Was Xiao Yu helping behind the scenes, or was Liu Jia complaining?
Wang Xiange is a little worried, she has never seen any noble concubine, and she doesn't even understand the rules of the palace, what kind of flowers can she enjoy with her!

But the imperial concubine has an edict, so she must go no matter what.

"Hongmian, did the lady tell you what to do at the temple?" Wang Xiange tore up the clothes that had been changed: "If you enter the palace, this clothes will be too dull, change to the moon white crabapple." Embroidered it."

"Madam said, Master Hou hasn't come back yet, we will make arrangements when he comes back, and you can enter the palace with peace of mind, the temple will be fine one day later." Hong Mian glanced at Hong Ling, who was waiting attentively behind Wang Xiange, feeling a little strange Her attitude in the past few days seems to be a different person. Could it be that she has also been beaten by that noble man?

"That's fine. When I come back from the palace, if I still have time, I can go around the temple by the way." Under the wait of Hong Ling, Wang Xiange changed his clothes very neatly.

Before "Liu Su" was buried, Dow made several plain clothes for each courtyard, and the materials used were not outstanding.

But the one on Wang Xiange's body, although it is moon white, the begonias on it seem to be made of silver thread, not only is it embroidered extremely realistically and exquisitely, but when the clothes shake, there is a faint brilliance flashing inside. Makes people feel extravagant!

Several pieces of Wang Xiange's clothes, Hongmian has passed through her hands, but she has never seen this one.

Is it from that gentleman?
She lowered her head and stepped out the door, trying her best to hide her chaotic thoughts.

. . . . . .

In the pavilion outside the second gate, an eunuch in red was drinking tea with the chief steward of the mansion bowing down to accompany him.

This eunuch is called Sheng Xiang, who is the chief eunuch in the imperial concubine Qin's palace.

Emperor Qianyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty had very few harems, including the deceased Empress Wu, there were only eight concubines, and the most important one was Concubine Qin. .

And the grand father-in-law next to her has naturally risen because of her real power, and ordinary people can't fawn on her if she wants to.

This time, he personally invited Wang Xiange to the palace to accompany the noble concubine to enjoy the flowers. This is a puzzling matter no matter how you look at it.

Wang Xiange approached, and hastily saluted: "Keep the superintendent waiting for a long time!"

"Soon, not long!" Sheng Xiang looked Wang Xiange up and down with a smile: "If the young lady has made arrangements, why not enter the palace right now?"

"Thank you, father-in-law!" Wang Xiange bowed again: "The little lady has never been in the palace. Because of the emergency, she doesn't even know the palace rules and etiquette. If there is something wrong in the palace, please ask The superintendent can help with a few good words!"

As she spoke, Hong Ling beside her bowed forward, and a purse in her hand slipped into Sheng Xiang's hand very smoothly.

Sheng Xiang Xu has seen such things a lot, without changing his face, he stuffed his sleeves, stretched out his hand to ask: "Young madam, please rest assured to enter the palace, since our mother has invited you, she must not care whether young madam understands or not. Understand palace rules and etiquette——Young Madam, please!"

This is to tell himself that even if he has a errand, Qin Guifei will not be offended?

Fortunately, Sheng Xiang took the purse from Hong Ling.

People like them who serve the nobles in the palace must be extremely eye-catching. If the imperial concubine wants to make trouble, he will naturally look down on his own small purse.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiange began to feel calm. She bent down and stepped on the horse stool, and got into the carriage with Hong Ling's support.

The outside of this carriage is not visible, but the inside is extremely richly decorated, leather-red lining, maroon-red lining along the wall, and a small table with hidden compartments on the corner. with dim sum!

Wang Xiange felt more at ease.

After the carriage started to move, she looked at Hong Ling: "The purse is also prepared by your master?"

Hong Ling, who had always been taciturn, suddenly "lived": "Yes, third lady, my master is usually very considerate, especially about your affairs, lady."

She kept calling Wang Xiange the third lady.

The reason for speaking less is that her voice is very different from Yuan Hongling's.

Hong Ling's voice was extremely crisp and sweet with a choked tone, while the fake Hong Ling's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a creaking feeling when she opened her mouth.

"Really?" Wang Xiange followed the swing of the carriage, looked her up and down: "What's your name?"

"The slave is called Hong Ling." The fake Hong Ling's eyes were shining brightly, and she said excitedly: "The master said, what the third lady likes to call the slave, so I can call the slave. Now the slave is Hong Ling, so I can only It's called Hongya."

Can't this be the real name?
"Third Lady, don't be angry. When the real Hong Ling comes back after being trained, the servant will change her name to whatever you like!" Hong Ling looked back at Wang Xiange with straight eyes: "Third Lady, they all said before that You are so beautiful that the servants still don't believe that you can surpass our young master in beauty?"

"Guess what, as soon as I saw you, I realized that I am really superficial. The third lady is much more beautiful than the young master!"

"Young master's eyes are not as good-looking as San Niangzi's. He always lowers his eyebrows and looks at him, which makes people feel cold. It's better to serve San Niangzi comfortably!"

"Look, this servant has only been with you for a few days, and you are sitting in such a comfortable sedan chair!"

. . . . . .

Hong Ling's mouth kept babbling, one sentence after another, Wang Xiange listened for a long time, but couldn't catch a word.

She remembered that Xiao Ye had told her that this Hong Ling was a master who came out of the Dark Flower Pavilion.

In her feeling, shouldn't masters be indifferent and succinct?

Why is this master so down-to-earth?Could it be fake?
The fake Hong Ling didn't notice Wang Xiange's consideration, she was still looking at Wang Xiange enviously: "Third lady, I have wanted to pinch your face for a long time, how can it be so white, so tender, so smooth, and I haven't seen it yet. What good brand of fat cream do you usually use, how do you take care of it?"

After the question, without waiting for Wang Xiange to answer, he immediately asked again: "Third lady, why don't you talk, do you think the slaves talk too much?"

God, did you give me a chance to speak?

Wang Xiange gave a wry smile, the previous Hong Ling spoke with a gun and a stick, which was unbearable.

The Hong Ling in front of her is like a levee that has opened its gates - she can't stop talking, although it is a good word, but it is also unbearable.

Fortunately, she was very measured. When she reached the west gate of the palace, she stopped immediately and winked at Wang Xiange.

Wang Xiange looked at it, but found that it was the time for Liu Le and other ministers to go to court.

Except for those who were on duty in the palace, everyone else got into the carriage one after another, and then rushed to their respective official offices, not noticing that there was a carriage slowly walking towards the gate of the palace city.

Including Liu Le.