Painting Tang Jiao

Chapter 241

Chapter 220 Five

Qing Huan took Song Molan to talk to Grandma Wang before going to the women's quarters.

"This time, there are quite a few girls specially trained by the Hou family's family. I have to choose carefully." Song Molan muttered beside her for a while.

Qing Huan laughed.

"You are quite enthusiastic."

Song Molan frowned and smiled: "It's not that I haven't been this good with you for a long time, and I'm happy for a while. It's cheaper than He Jitong. I'm the third wife. I don't know...whether it's the last one."

It's really hard for Qing Huan to answer this question.

In the previous life, her understanding only stayed at the moment after Ya Huan's death.What happened next, I don't know at all.

He Jitong... for one term, three terms, or more, she really doesn't know.

Qing Huan laughed at herself.

Even if he hated this person, but when he thought of calling him brother-in-law, he used to be her sister's husband, and now he is helping to choose a new wife for him, I just feel sick.

"what happened to you?"

Song Molan frowned: "You don't look very well, maybe you're sick." As she spoke, she reached out to touch her forehead.

Qing Huan backed away, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'm tired for a while." After a pause, she walked up the hill again, and asked with her face up, "Is it really bad?"

The doubts in Song Molan's heart just disappeared, and she nodded: "It's not very good, why don't you apply some rouge and gouache, so that your complexion will be better."

"They're all old women, why bother." Qing Huan waved her hand: "We're all married, but how do we dress up, can we still be as good as today's delicate flowers?"

It turned out that when they were talking, the two of them had already walked together.

People in twos and threes on the field gathered together to talk.

As soon as Qing Huan and Song Molan appeared, some people secretly glanced over, some pretended to be calm but couldn't help looking at them.It can be said that there are all kinds of beings.

Song Molan couldn't help but whispered, "We were also like this back then?"

In fact, what she meant, and what she wanted to say more, was that these were the good girls cultivated by those big families.

"It's the first time here." Qing Huan smiled slightly: "We were young at that time, and when we came here, it was just green grass, so what's the matter, but we were more interested in watching the excitement. Later, when we got older, we came here because of the last time. It’s the experience that makes no fool of themselves. They’re doing pretty well.”

Song Molan raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and lost interest, she glanced around at the people standing on the field.

"Hey……"

Qing Huan was suddenly pulled by Song Molan and turned around.

"What are you doing?"

Song Molan whispered, "Do you think that person looks very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere?"

"What?" Qing Huan followed her gestures and looked over.

It is indeed somewhat familiar, but it feels strange.

Qing Huan frowned, and couldn't tell where she saw it.

"Maybe it's someone's younger sister. We've met her before, so we immediately felt like her."

This explanation is somewhat pale.

But Song Molan couldn't figure it out no matter how much she thought, so she hummed, as if she agreed with Qing Huan's words.

Qing Huan looked at her with a smile.

"How about it, is it because you have taken a fancy to her? Do you want to find someone to ask, whose family is she?" Anyway, in Qing Huan's opinion, that girl was one of the few indifferent people on the field. native.

It is indeed good.

If Song Molan didn't like it, she also wanted to ask if it was suitable for Zhao Yang.

Seeing that it was still boring anyway, Song Molan nodded indifferently.

Qing Huan recruited the maid who was standing beside her.

In Princess Danyang's mansion, many servants have seen Qing Huan and know her status in the mansion.

With just a wave, he hurriedly followed and bowed his knees to salute.

Qing Huan asked: "Which family does that girl belong to?"

"It's the daughter of the Anqinghou Mansion."

Anqing Hou Mansion.

If Qing Huan remembers correctly, this Marquis's Mansion is an old-fashioned Marquis's Mansion. It has been there since the founding of Daqi, but there was a mistake in the position in the early years. After being cold-hearted by the emperor who was enthroned at that time, it began to fall silent. It came down, just kept a low profile for many years, and now it suddenly reappeared.

Don't give up?

Want to bet again?

Qing Huan sneered, and said to Song Molan: "Although it's not suitable for the Marquis of Anqing to be Uncle Ruyang's third successor, but the Marquis's family has been in decline in Beijing for a few years, so their status is also suitable."

No matter how you say it, Ruyangbo's mansion is much more powerful than Anqinghou's mansion.

"Come on." After hearing what the servant said, Song Molan had lost interest: "I think the other party is probably looking at the prince's back garden."

"No way." Qing Huan frowned: "The concubines of the princes are all full."

All these years have passed.

Those adult and powerful princes are almost 30 years old.At this age, in order to strengthen their own power, the marriage was almost completed thousands of years ago.

Could it be that the Marquis of Anqing wanted to fight for the merits of Conglong.

Would you rather let the prostitute become a concubine?
Qing Huan couldn't believe it.

Song Molan curled her lips: "That was all a few years ago. Nowadays, the influence of many of those side concubines has been completely controlled by the prince, or the family is in decline. In this way... I want to free up a side concubine. It only takes a while. You can just find any reason, but... the Anqing Hou Mansion, it depends on whether she, the concubine daughter of the Hou Mansion, has the ability to win the favor of those people."

When Qing Huan heard this, he smiled.

"Maybe I'm really nice?"

I don't know if it was Song Molan's first call, Qing Huan always felt that this girl was a little familiar, but he couldn't bear to directly give her a bad impression in his heart.

If she hadn't been born in the Marquis of Anqing, maybe Qing Huan really wanted to make her and Zhao Yang a couple. Of course, the premise was that Zhao Yang himself was also interested, or other people didn't have any thoughts.

Qing Huan stopped looking at the girl from the Anqinghou Mansion, but went to see other people.It's just a pity... so far, no one has caught her eye.

not bad...

Just thinking of being with Zhao Yang, I just feel inappropriate.

Song Molan watched it with relish, and raised ideas from time to time.

But the person she wants to help is He Jitong.

Qing Huan suddenly lost her energy and character.

At this time, a maid hurriedly ran over and searched the field, with an anxious and flustered expression on her face.

Qing Huan didn't notice.

On the other hand, Song Molan had sharp eyes and touched Qing Huan: "I look for you from time to time."

Because the two hid in the shade of a tree in order to find a suitable place, it was not easy to find this corner right away.Hearing Song Molan's words, Qing Huan looked up.

His brows immediately frowned.

"I went first."

Song Molan stretched out her hand to say something, but Qing Huan had already run over.

When the maid saw Qing Huan's figure, her eyes lit up, she smiled, and she ran over in a few strides, panting slightly: "Prince...Prince and the others are here. Grandma has invited Mistress Biao to go over."

The princess is here?
Qing Huan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, "Wait a minute."

Qing Huan turned back and said to Song Molan: "You stay here, I'll go ahead and have a look."

Song Molan saw that her expression had changed from her previous appearance, and she was vaguely nervous and irritable, so she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?" After a pause, she asked again: "Could it be..."

Qing Huan nodded: "Since you have come out, don't go there."

In fact, this was done for Song Molan's benefit.

I still don't know what kind of consciousness those princes and concubines came here. If they can escape, it's better to escape.Besides, wait a minute and there is Princess Zhao.

No matter what... Sun Yichun seems to be on good terms with He Jitong.

Leaving other things aside, He Jitong doesn't seem to belong to the prince, and he secretly manipulated the events of that year.

Qing Huan was also afraid that Song Molan would pass by, and the scene became awkward.

Song Molan nodded after hearing this, as if hesitating.

Qing Huan sighed, thinking if she really wanted to go.

Then go for it.

Unexpectedly, Song Molan suddenly smiled and waved her hands: "You go, it's just cheap and I will carry it slowly by myself. Zhao Yang's can only be in the back row."

Qing Huan couldn't help but laugh.

I was moved and sad at the same time.

This is where she is really allowed to choose alone.

It's just an excuse.

Qing Huan couldn't stay here any longer, so she hurriedly lifted up her skirt and ran forward.

……

On the other side of the wall, also under the shade of a tree, stood two big and one small.

Only then did Rong Jin ask: "Daddy, I heard mother's voice, where's mother?"

Rong Chen smiled slightly: "I'll take you there later, your mother was playing hide and seek with Brother Jin just now."

Rong Jin nodded with a vague understanding.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

Rong Chen raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Yang stood on tiptoe, eager to try.

Rong Chen said: "Back then, it was not fun to turn it over once. After all these years, you are still so unprogressive. Once you turn it over, you are sure to be seen."

"No way." Zhao Yang said nonchalantly: "Wait... Back then. When, how did you know? I came here once that year."

"You..." Zhao Yang's eyes widened suddenly.

Rong Chen pursed his lips, lowered his head and said to Rong Jin, "Don't imitate this uncle in the future, you're so stupid. You're just dawdling. When he reacts, the sun will already be setting."

"it is good."

Although Rong Jin didn't understand, he still responded neatly.

Zhao Yang couldn't laugh or cry.

"You really don't want to see it?"

Rong Chen shook his head: "Just be careful."

Zhao Yang chuckled, and skillfully climbed up the wall, hiding his body with the branches growing from that side.Zhao Yang had never seen many people inside.

In fact, I have no interest.

Originally... If Qing Huan was still there, he would still be interested.

But the Lord is gone.

and many more……

who's that person.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes, looking a little dazed.

Rong Chen waited for a while, only seeing Zhao Yang squatting on the wall but seeing no movement or reaction, he couldn't help being surprised, approached and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yang turned over suddenly, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Rong Chen raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath, and hugged Rong Jin from Rong Chen's arms: "You should go and have a look too."

Rong Chen raised his eyebrows: "Are you kidding me? I'm not interested in that." He said that he wanted to hug Brother Jin back, although he agreed that Zhao Yang was Rong Jin's uncle.

But it doesn't mean that he is happy for his son to be mixed with his former love rival.

Zhao Yang said seriously: "No kidding, you go and have a look."

Rong Chen frowned upon hearing this.

Zhao Yang said again: "Let's go and have a look, it's the familiar person Qing Huan hired before."

Rong Chen's face darkened.

Although he hadn't met anyone yet, looking at Zhao Yang's appearance, he already felt somewhat displeased.

After that, he didn't say much anymore, and climbed up the wall directly.

Because of his identity, Rong Chen moved more cautiously than Zhao Yang, only looking between the gaps in the leaves.In addition, there are indeed a lot of people, so it took a lot of time.

But after meeting each other at first glance, I never looked at other people again.

Sure enough, it looks familiar.

Rong Chen sneered and turned over the wall.

Zhao Yang asked lazily: "You also saw it."

Rong Chen remained silent.

"Qing Huan may not be able to see it by herself. After all, except for the big peacock, no one is narcissistic in front of the bronze mirror every day. But can Song Molan really see it?"

Rong Chen pursed his lips.

It was obvious that he was already very unhappy.

"I suspect... Maybe this daughter of the Marquis of Anqing will really become He Jitong's third wife." The coldness on Zhao Yang's face became more and more serious as he was hungry.

After a long time, Rong Chen said, "What about you? Didn't you like it? After all, you... have been there for so many years, and even though you only have five images, it's not easy. And to be honest...she looks better than Qing Huan It's much better."

This is a joke.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Yang heard this, he was furious: "Who do you think I am, even if the real one has no chance, would you go for a fake one? You underestimate me, Zhao Yang."

Rong Chen smiled wryly in his heart.

Just knowing this, compared to He Jitong, she doesn't know how to face Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang is in a good mood.

Being open and aboveboard is also related to his previous temperament.

He doesn't do anything in private, and he really likes Rong Jin, not for any other messy reasons.Because of this, for Zhao Yang to come and go in and out of the mansion frequently.

Let alone Qing Huan, even Rong Chen couldn't really say no.

"What do you do?" After Zhao Yang got angry, he passed away quickly. Instead, he hugged Brother Jin and kissed him to calm his nervousness, and then asked Rong Chen: "You said... He Jitong Will it be true?"

"It's not whether it will be... but it must be." Rong Chen's face was cold.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath, touched Brother Jin's cheek: "Wait a minute... let's send you to your mother's side."

"Okay." Rong Jin's face brightened, and he clapped his hands happily.

Zhao Yang and Rong Chen looked at each other, their expressions were equally serious.

……

Qing Huan hurried to the front.

On the way, he asked the maid: "Is it here?"

"The carriage has arrived at the gate. Grandma asked me to come over and invite Mistress Biao to go over."

Qing Huan nodded and smiled slightly.

But the footsteps still did not stop, but walked over more quickly.

Grandma Wang stood in the crowd looking forward to it, and when she saw Qing Huan coming, she hurriedly waved her hand.

Qing Huan walked over in a few strides, then looked around unobtrusively, but did not see Princess Zhao.

Thinking that she shouldn't come here so early.

Besides...Princess Danyang didn't come either.

When she approached, Grandma Wang hugged her arm and said in a low voice, "I've already gone to talk about it. Grandmother and Princess Wang will come over later."

Qing Huan hummed, and then asked in a low voice: "This time, how many princes and concubines are here?"

"Two and three are here."

"What about four?"

Didn't we all come together?

Qing Huan felt a little strange.

"I heard that it was a temporary change of decision. This kind of thing... we can't force her to come." Besides, Grandma Wang actually prefers that none of them come.

But the result...

Grandma Wang sighed, let go of her arms and stood still.

After a while, I saw a carriage approaching in the distance.

But it looks a little small, and I think it was changed to the current carriage at the gate.After all, these princes and concubines can't be allowed to walk in all the way, as for the carriage they brought.

Better to stay outside.

After all, there are so many carriages, who knows if there will be something hidden in them.

The noble lady who came today is most of the dignitaries in the capital.

In fact, Qing Huan secretly thought about it.

No matter who those princes were going to launch a mutiny, as long as they kidnapped the people who came here this time, even if half of those officials didn't care about their wives, at least half of them would be surrendered.

This matter... Qing Huan mentioned it to Grandma Wang once.

Grandma Wang was taken aback for a moment, and then she went to tell Princess Danyang.

But Princess Danyang's reaction was to take a deep look at Qing Huan, and murmured, "You... are a bit like me back then."

This sentence made Qing Huan flattered.

The carriage came to the front, and two women in their thirties dressed as princesses came down from it. Both of them were magnificently dressed and glamorous.

"I've seen the second concubine and the third concubine." Grandma Wang took a step forward as the host, and saluted politely. Although Qing Huan, who was standing beside her, was a step slower, she didn't dare to be inconsiderate in terms of etiquette. ,

"Grandma Wang is being polite." The second concubine stepped forward to support her, and said with a smile: "Actually speaking, we are still cousins. Why are we so polite? We are just here as guests."

Grandma Wang smiled slightly, her attitude was polite and distant.

It's not because of the second prince concubine's words that she was flattered or complacent in the slightest.

Seeing this, Qing Huan also stood up.

At this moment, the third concubine glanced at her and asked, "This is?"

Qing Huan raised her head slightly.

Grandma Wang said: "At this time, my cousin's daughter-in-law, this Qionghua Banquet, heard that the prince and concubine was coming, and I felt pressured, so I begged my grandmother to find her to help."

"Really?" The third concubine smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

Instead, the second concubine took another look and said, "Is it from Mr. Rong's family?"

Qing Huan nodded, and stepped forward for another Wanfu gift.

The second concubine nodded: "By the way, we are here to pay our respects to the elders. Where is the aunt? It's good to lure the two of us over there."

"Grandmother said earlier, if the concubine comes, just go to the Qionghua Banquet, and we will see each other then." Grandma Wang said with a smile.

That would be a pity.

The eyes of the second princess flickered slightly.

(End of this chapter)