Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 996 Meet in the Dark Room, Concubine Rou

After Zhan Yuanxuan saw the person coming, he quickly grabbed Murong Jingxue's hand, and smiled awkwardly at the woman in lavender, "Mother, you are here."

The woman in the lavender dress didn't look at Zhan Yuanxuan at all, but looked at the woman in yellow who was standing aside with her head bowed.

Murong Jingxue is wearing a yellow dress today, with a light yellow cloak over her head, her head is still dressed as usual, her ink-like hair is all hanging down, and only one of them is tied with a yellow ribbon. thread.

Concubine Rou has always preferred women who are more plainly dressed, this is well known in the palace, the clothes Murong Jingxue is wearing at the moment are obviously very suitable for Concubine Rou.

"Jing'er, this is my mother." Zhan Yuanxuan pulled Murong Jingxue's hand and introduced in a low voice.

Only then did Murong Jingxue raise her head, and began to look at this woman. This woman was wearing a lavender dress and did not apply makeup on her face, but it did not affect her stunning appearance at all. She was thinking about it before. What kind of mother can give birth to such a handsome guy as Zhan Yuanxuan? Now when I see this Concubine Rou, I can understand, no wonder this Zhan Yuanxuan can look so evil, and have such an attractive look, so it is hereditary!

His mother looked 30 years old at the most, and she didn't look like the kind of resentful woman in the palace. She exuded a noble aura from all over her body, which seemed extraordinary at first glance.

"You are Murong Jingxue?" Concubine Rou sat down on the chair, and soon saw Qingtong in black came in with steaming hot tea, and placed it on the small coffee table beside Concubine Rou.

"Yes." Murong Jingxue responded respectfully, but her eyes were fixed on the teacup in Qingtong's hand. There was white smoke rising from the teacup. It looked like it had just been brewed. She had seen it when she came in just now, and it wasn't brewed at all. The water for tea, and there is no cup for making tea. Where did Qingtong make the tea from? Could it be that Qingtong knows modern magic and can conjure tea?
As if seeing Murong Jingxue's doubts, Zhan Yuanxuan who was standing beside her took the teacup from Qingtong's hand, put it on the low table, and whispered in Murong Jingxue's ear, "This tea, Qingtong is soaked on the carriage, my mother's favorite thing besides painting is tea..."

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Concubine Rou, who was sitting on the chair, covered her mouth and coughed twice.

Zhan Yuanxuan shut his mouth wisely, stuck out his tongue towards Murong Jingxue, and blinked his eyes again.

Murong Jingxue restrained herself from laughing. She knew that Zhan Yuanxuan's move was to make her relax. He had been holding her hand just now, so he naturally knew that her palm was full of sweat, so he wanted to help her relax. one time.

Qingtong raised her head and glanced at Murong Jingxue, with complicated emotions in her eyes, she lowered her head again, turned and left, and stood respectfully behind Concubine Rou, silent.

Concubine Rou glared at Zhan Yuanxuan, then turned her gaze to Murong Jingxue, picked up the teacup on the table, opened the lid, and used the lid to scrape the tea stems in the tea, her appearance seemed careless, but her tone was sharp, "I was just at the door I heard you say that there is something missing in the painting on the wall?" He raised his head and glanced at Murong Jingxue, then at the painting again, with a contemptuous tone and mocking eyes, "Tell me, What is missing?"

(End of this chapter)