Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 308 The pit depth of 071 meters and the confrontation in the palace (1)
The next morning, Aunt Lan dragged Mo Jiu out of bed.She didn't wake up, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but Aunt Lan had always nagged, and she was full of reason.She said that even visiting relatives usually requires freshening up and dressing up, let alone going to the palace for a banquet?

"Couldn't the girl be a bit more angry? The female relatives next to me, before the third watch, would get up and bathe in incense, paint their eyebrows and paint their faces. The girl is still not satisfied when she sleeps up to this time."

After washing up, Aunt Lan was still nagging, and Mo Jiu was finally getting impatient.Pointing to her red face, she asked Aunt Lan seriously, "With my face, if you can make me a beauty, how about changing my surname to Lan?"

Aunt Lan was stunned for a moment, covered her face and left with a sob.

Mo Jiu's ears were finally clean.

In Aunt Lan's heart, Mo Jiu's appearance has always been her pride.No matter how poor their family is or how low their status is, Mo Jiu has been a beautiful existence since she was a child. Even if she doesn't wear makeup or any embellishments, she won't be compared by any woman when she goes to any place .

Now that her pride was shattered, Aunt Lan couldn't bear it.

She didn't dare to imagine how much ridicule and stares Mo Jiu would receive with such a bright red face in the palace where there are so many beauty.

But Mo Jiu was very happy.

If it wasn't for this ruined face, she really didn't want to go to that palace.

Since ancient times, the appearance of a woman has been a curse.It is good to be beautiful, but it is too easy to be coveted by others. When she is unable to protect herself, she will be like a piece of meat on a chopping board. Gotta be the meatballs.

It rained all night yesterday, and it hasn't stopped yet.

Mo Jiu and Ling'er were sitting under the eaves, touching their heads to ponder over her "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle", when Wen Jingshu came over and invited her to enter the palace together.

Several carriages stopped at the gate of Xiao Mansion.

The same size, the same black lacquer and green cloth curtains, and the same coachman and servant wearing blue jackets, this is the grand style of the Nan Rongshi family.

Mo Jiu looked at the sky, feeling a little puzzled, and asked Wen Jingshu, "Isn't it evening for dinner? Is it too early to enter the palace?"

Wen Jingshu shared a carriage with her, Wen Jingxian was with her, she pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, and helped Mo Jiu to sit up, before she said: "Sister-in-law, I don't know, the banquet is invited by the government, so it's evening. But the imperial concubine gave the imperial garden to accompany her."

The imperial concubine is the mother of the crown prince Song Xi, the former concubine Xie.Because Song Xi became the crown prince, she also rose to become the only imperial concubine in Nanrong.

Zhi Huadi's first wife, the empress, passed away a few years ago.Since then, he has not named a queen again.Before Song Xi became the crown prince, Concubine Xie and Concubine Xiao (Song Ao's mother) stood in the harem and refused to give in to each other. The situation is quite different now.In other words, this imperial concubine is already the most powerful woman in the Nanrong Harem.

Mo Jiu pondered for a moment, but said nothing.

Wen Jingshu smiled slightly, and was still talking to her, "Usually we are in Chuzhou, and we can't keep up with such fun. Today, we are finally lucky, and we can look up to the ladies and phoenixes..."

Mo Jiu let out an "oh", feeling bored.

Empress or something, she is not interested.

What's more, it's raining, what fun can there be?
Wen Jingshu whispered in her ear, while she turned to look at the street scene.It was almost the beginning of winter, and the rainy sky was very dark. It was broad daylight, and the shops on the street had already turned on their lights.A row of lanterns, shining with soft light, reflected in the rain and fog, is quite poetic.

"Sister-in-law has entered the palace, don't wander around, you have to follow me closely."

(End of this chapter)