After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 71 The Fruit of Southern Border

Emperor Yuan Shuo never cared about such innocuous little actions.

After eating the asparagus, she couldn't put it down and caressed the slender waist of the new concubine, and said leisurely:

"On such a great day, how about Concubine Shu to perform a dance to cheer up the fun?"

The tone of the inquiry is actually a clear order.

The beauty who has been favored for several months is coquettish and unyielding: "Yan'er just wants to dance for Wang alone."

"Huh?" The voice didn't change, but it was enough to wake up Shupin.

Ruhua's delicate face froze, and then flattered her: "I will give you a long face."

Yun Jiuqing took a bite of the Arhat prawn, and was muttering about how the prawn was made, how it could be so crispy and crispy, when the melodious sound of silk and bamboo in her ears stopped abruptly.

Looking up suspiciously, a woman walked slowly towards the center of the hall.

Dressed in a dungeon gauze embroidered with gold and silver threads, she has a light body, a white and slender neck, and a very thin waist.

The music started again, and the style changed, and it was a brisk dance music.

I saw the woman flicking her wide sleeves, like a butterfly, her waist and limbs were as soft as bones, and she twisted so charmingly.

Looking straight into the eyes of the ministers and envoys, she couldn't help but be moved.

The emperor's harem is indeed full of beauty.

The day after she returned from the palace banquet, she was lying at the table, writing and scribbling aimlessly while dealing with the nagging little maid.

"I didn't expect Young Master Pei to be such a person. After slaves, no, in the next life, don't appreciate him!"

Dong'er bit the small handkerchief, and swore bitterly.

"There is still something to be desired about the face." She said matter-of-factly, "Besides, he spends so much money, it's a pity that he probably has no chance to cheat... Oh no, he has earned his money."

When it comes to money, how do you make a living in order to make a steady profit without losing money?

"Miss, is the palace big? How big?" Dong'er quickly shifted her focus.

"Well, if you sneak around the imperial city, you will know."

She counted the remaining taels of silver.

Open a restaurant?not enough.

Set up a small shop?Making money is too slow.

"Don't be joking, the imperial guards will take the head of the servant girl." The little maid tidied up the sundries and came to organize the books on the shelf, "The Holy One is really as described in the play, nine feet tall, ten circumferences wide at the waist, Round face, big eyes, straight nose and square mouth..."

She sighed: "Tell you little sisters, the emperor is a normal person."

In fact, what is said in the historical records is correct, the princes of the past dynasties look like their respective mothers and concubines, how many ugly ones can there be.

Although Emperor Yuan Shuo was over forty, he was still very personable, and one could see how handsome he was when he was young.

Write down the surnames of some of the important officials in the court who met yesterday.

Crossed out Yin and Cao, stared at the rest for a while, crumpled them into paper balls and threw them aside.

no idea.

Dong'er dusted off the dust and muttered: "In a few months, Miss will be eleven, and Jiji is only a few years away, so why are you only interested in Yinliang?"

She propped her forehead and teased, "Because I'm not as superficial as you."

Perhaps as Qin Qiyu said, she is still a child at heart, and she can't get into their topic.

Whose son is suave, whose young master is unparalleled in the world, in her eyes, they are all similar.

It might as well be as attractive as a plate of fruit.

Speaking of fruit...

"Dong'er, go to the kitchen and see if there are peaches or pears, I really want to eat them."

The weather is so hot that the Hou Mansion can't afford to use ice cubes to dispel the heat, so it can only rely on the cool breeze and fresh fruits.

"Hey."

The servant girl responded, immediately put down the duster, and was about to go out the door, but she bumped into Gui'er.

"It was delivered from the front room." Gui'er was holding a plate of bright red things, the surface was dripping with water, and there was still a hint of cool air, "I don't know which cousin from the yard brought it back from southern Xinjiang. It's very strange. The kitchen After soaking in the well for a whole morning, apart from the ancestor and the second wife, there is enough for the third lady and us."

(End of this chapter)