You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 22
Wen Zhaozhen originally thought that as long as he didn't do something earth-shattering in his life, his position as Minister of the Ministry of Rites would come to an end, but he didn't expect to have such an opportunity, God treated him well!
The emperor is fifty-six this year, and Qing'er is less than thirteen this year. Entering the palace at this time would have wronged the child, so what do the empress and concubine Duan mean?

Could it be that it was prepared for the two princes?

The two princes are not very old, and the prince is short of a side concubine, and the second prince is not yet married.It doesn't matter which one it is, if it can form an in-law relationship with the royal family, it won't be weak against Prime Minister Xiao.

When Wen Zhaozhen thought that if he took this opportunity to go to the next level, his heart became very hot. He wished he could send Wen Qing'er to the dragon couch right now. He felt a little guilty about Wen Qing'er before, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But the master in the palace didn't speak up, and Wen Zhaozhen couldn't speculate on the holy intention. If Wen Qing'er was recklessly sent away, I don't know how the people below would pass it on.Wen Zhaozhen pressed his mind and enthusiastically invited Eunuch Wu to drink tea, and then he personally sent Eunuch Wu out.

Mrs. Lin has a panoramic view of every word and deed of her master, and her heart is cold and cold. When she first came to the Lin family to ask for marriage, Wen Zhaozhen's attitude was so sincere. He thought it was a good home, but unexpectedly he stepped into the fire pit , I have endured it for so many years, and if I don't ask for harmony, I can be regarded as respectful to each other anyway.

But Mrs. Lin never expected that Wen Zhaozhen would sell her daughter for glory for the sake of official position. Looking at the ignorant daughter beside her, Mrs. Lin hated the person next to her pillow so much, she made up her mind that she must not be called Wen Zhaozhen. If you succeed, you agree, and you don't even look at whether my Lin family agrees or not!You risked my life to protect the peace of my Qing'er for the rest of my life!
Wen Qing'er didn't think much about it, she stood a little farther away, and Wen Zhaozhen and Eunuch Wu deliberately lowered their voices, so Wen Qing'er didn't hear it, but just looked at the stuffed boxes in the yard. Five big boxes, it's a bit of a pity. It would be great if these treasures were replaced with imperial food recipes. I don't know when the palace banquet will be held. It hurts to think that I might never be able to eat it again.

Wen Qing'er is the daughter of a prostitute, and although the Wen family is not rich and powerful, it can be regarded as having everything that one could expect. In addition, there are three uncles in Jinling Lin's family who love her to the bone, so all good things are sent to Wen Qing'er, Yu Fuyuan's small private storage is full, and it doesn't feel special to look at these five boxes now.

But Wen Wen'er and Wen Wen'er are different. Wen Wen'er is better, but she was a little surprised. The third sister treats her well, and will never forget to give Caiweiyuan a copy of everything. These good things are not obtained for no reason. The third sister earned it here, so she has nothing to be jealous of, but she is very envious.

Wen Wen'er was angry in the palace, and was scolded by her father when she returned home. She was feeling wronged in her heart, and the reward for Wen Qing'er was here, and Wen Wen'er's face was instantly covered with frost, like a poisonous snake. She stared at Wen Qing'er with resentment in her eyes, why was all the benefits taken by that bitch!
Why!All of this should be mine!It would be great if there were no Lin and Wen Qing'er, then my aunt would be the mistress, and I would be the first daughter!When the time comes to marry the prince and become a side concubine, let me see who will look down on me!
Wenrou'er's pointy nails dug hard into her palm, and the dark red blood dripped down the knuckles to the ground beside her feet. The outrageous jealousy made Wenrou'er feel no pain in the palm of her hand.

(End of this chapter)