Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"Enjoy?" Du Heng's eyes rolled on Song Qingyu's face.

Song Qingyu's intestines are going to be ruined at this moment. Just now, in order to show off in front of Du Xuechun, she sent someone to invite Du Xuechun to come over. Who knows, now she really wants to laugh and laugh.

"Yeah, isn't Yao'er a side concubine? Naturally, I want to celebrate." Song Qingyu secretly squeezed a sweat and looked at Du Heng's eyes.

Du Heng's eyes were deep and he said nothing.

Du Xuechun pretended to be surprised, "Oh? Is Sister Qingyao becoming the concubine of the prince? That second sister must be a concubine. Congratulations to the second sister." Her expression could not see any flaws.

Du Qingheng only felt that his face was blushing, and he wished to find a hole to drill down.

"Fine, let's have a banquet." At this banquet, everyone was tasteless, especially Du Qingheng. Looking at her favorite mutton milk cake on the table, they couldn't eat it.

Back in the courtyard, she slapped her on the table with a slap, "This Du Xuechun clearly came to laugh at me today!"

Lian Xin was so frightened that she knelt on her knees, "I'm afraid that the eldest lady didn't mean that. How can she know the news in the palace so quickly? Didn't the master just know it? Maybe we think too much."

Du Qingheng looked at Lian Xin, gritted his teeth, "Isn't he just the concubine of the three princes, what kind of energy is there!"

"Yes, there is no choice for the position of the crown princess, it is a good thing for us, miss! This concubine belongs to the young lady, but I have to wait a while." Lian Xin comforted Du Qingheng.

What she said is reasonable, no matter whether it is the family or the appearance, Du Qingheng is the best candidate for the princess, no one else can compare.

"In that case, I will bear that girl for a while." Du Qingheng took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "There is also that Hu Meizi, who usually doesn't make a sound, I thought it was an obedient person, but I didn't expect to be here waiting for me!"

"Yeah, the pitiful spirit when I came to join us before is really unexpected." Lian Xin said with a frown.

...

"Miss, how do you know that the second young lady is not selected today?" Mingying accompanied Du Xuechun on the road, enduring and enduring, still asking.

Du Xuechun looked at Mingying, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Guess."

Mingying was a little anxious, "Miss, don't betray you, tell the slave and maid!"

Seeing Mingying's appearance, Du Xuechun smiled, "Do you know what the king hates most?"

"Slaves are dull, how can you know. But I know that the young lady is a godlike god, no matter what you say, you can hit it." Mingying's eyes were very admired and looked at Du Xuechun.

Du Xuechun patted Mingying on the head and said, "The most fearful thing about a king is being guessed by others. Everyone says that Xiangfu's daughter will definitely become a princess. What do you think the king would think?"

Mingying thought for a while, "I don't know what I think, but I will definitely be dissatisfied."

"In order to limit the influence of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he will never let the Prime Minister's Mansion produce a prince." Du Xuechun looked at Mingying, and his eyes were clear.

"But, why did he give the third lady a side concubine position again?" Mingying was puzzled. No matter how she looked at it, Du Qingyao was not suitable for the side concubine position, but was chosen.

"If you are the prime minister, your daughter is unsuccessful, and the crown prince is left empty, what do you think?" Du Xuechun looked at Mingying.

Mingying suddenly understood, "It turned out to be like this. But, are there no other candidates for the princess in the capital now?"

Du Xuechun smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said no more.

She knew in her previous life that the emperor had a very strange attitude towards Feng Xuanming, that she wanted Feng Xuanming to develop, but she didn't want Feng Xuanming to be too powerful. Come to think of it, the position of the prince will eventually fall to Du Qingheng's head, it is only a matter of time.

At the same time, Du Qingyao's yard.

She was wiping her tears and burning the paper money, "Mother, my daughter has finally made her way. The days when life is better than death in the mansion are over."

The green argentea on the side looked around to prevent anyone from suddenly appearing.

"Miss...In the future, I will be the prince's concubine." Qing Wei wiped her tears secretly. In this mansion, Du Qingyao's life has been like walking on thin ice since the death of her aunt. Days do not know when they are heads.

"Yeah... The Crown Prince's side concubine... It's a pity." A man suddenly appeared in her mind, but it was a pity that the man's smile was not at her.

...

Du Xuechun returned to the courtyard, the courtyard door closed tightly.

"Mingying, things in the mansion have been idle in the past few days, and the supervision is not so strict. You can ask someone to inquire and see if there is any news about that mother Liu." Du Xuechun said to Mingying.

Seeing that she is about to get married, but there is still one thing left unfinished in her heart.

Mingying nodded, "Then Liu Er has a friend who seems to be from Yangzhou. I will ask him to send a letter to find out."

"Don't let others know about this matter." Du Xuechun said for a moment of thought.

The marriage was completed on August 16, and it was almost mid-July. Feng Xuanming didn't give her a complete wedding in her previous life. She didn't know what the details were.

"Mingying, do you know what this kind of prince's wedding usually does?" Du Xuechun looked at Mingying, and asked embarrassingly.

Mingying blushed, "Miss! Where can I know!"

"Yes..." Du Xuechun murmured, as if he wanted to embroider a wedding dress by himself?

In her previous life, she sewed a piece for herself, but it was a pity that before that wedding dress could be used, she knew Feng Xuanming's true face. In this life and this world, what mood do you use to embroider a wedding dress?

The turmoil has subsided all this time, and Xiangfu has returned to its previous state.

One day, Du Xuechun was asking someone to buy fabrics for sewing wedding dresses, and he got news of Feng Xuanche's visit.

The man stepped into the elegant garden, and his mood today seems to be much better than before.

"I wonder if the three princes are here, what are you doing?" Du Xuechun looked at Feng Xuanche, with a slight nervousness in her voice.

Feng Xuan Che didn't see the outside, sat down, and took a sip from Du Xuechun's cup.

"Hey! I drank that." Seeing the man so unrestrained, Du Xuechun's face was a little red, looking at Feng Xuan Che.

Feng Xuan smiled, "What does that matter?"

"..." Du Xuechun stared at Feng Xuanche, the man's eyes with unquestionable love, making her even more embarrassed.

"Also, don't call me the third prince in the future, just call me the veins." Feng Xuanchee looked at Du Xuechun's eyes earnestly. Since the marriage contract with Du Xuechun, this little girl has been with herself more and more. The more the students became divided, the three princes called out one by one.

"Zongmai, is it your fine print?" Du Xuechun looked at Feng Xuan Che, but she had never heard him have such a fine print.

"Yeah, this name is a bit talkative, guess what." Feng Xuan Che's eyes became more gentle, and Du Xuechun suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.