Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

After several days of continuous spring rain, I finally saw the sun this morning.

Wang Chuan made a swing in Kunning Palace, and Du Xuechun sat on it when he was bored.

Although it felt a little naive, Du Xuechun panicked after it rained these few days. As soon as the weather cleared, he ordered someone to wipe it and sit on it.

"Yeah, my sister is happy." I was so happy, Du Qingheng's voice came from outside the door. Du Xuechun pouted her lips with no interest. She stepped down from the swing and didn't even look at Du Qingheng. He just said: "Mingying, bang out."

"Yes, empress." Mingying liked the domineering look of their empresses, turned her head back with a smile, and said to the smoky Du Qingheng: "The empress, you see, the empress and the servants also have to listen. Do you go by yourself, or will you be sent by your slave?"

After Du Xuechun severed ties with the Du family yesterday, Du Qingheng felt refreshed. He planned to come here today to make a good mockery. He never thought that Du Xuechun was so rude, and it really made Du Qingheng feel sick for no reason.

"Humph!" Du Qingheng snorted coldly, and left with the help of the maid.

"Punch!" Mingying finally couldn't help laughing as she walked away. She just held back the smile and endured it very hard.

On Du Qingheng's side, Du Xuechun was irritated and planned to go to the Imperial Garden to relax, but never wanted to meet Zhao Feiyan and Sun Ruyun.

"Sister noble concubine!" Zhao Feiyan seldom cries, because she knows that tears are the least valuable in this harem, but her father is going to the northwest tomorrow. She has no choice but to see Du Qingheng in the harem. Now, she couldn't take care of her decentness, so she knelt down with a plop.

Appearing to be taken aback by Zhao Feiyan’s actions, Du Qingheng took a half step later and ordered someone to help Zhao Feiyan up. She raised her hand and gently hooked the hair on the temples behind her ears, and then said: "Where is my sister? I'm planning to wait for the emperor to enter the early court and intercede with him. Don't worry, you and my sisters are united. Naturally, this palace will not let it go."

Zhao Feiyan's eye sockets were red, and her eyelids were slightly swollen. It seemed that she had been crying for a long time. The breeze blew on Zhao Feiyan's pale blue skirt, her slender waist was not full of grip.

The beauty sheds tears, who will not pity. Du Qingheng looked at the young face in front of him, feeling jealous. It's just that she looked at Mu Shen, who bowed her head and said nothing, but there was a smile on her face, which was unclear.

"Sister, if I can save my father this time and be a cow and a horse in the future, I, Zhao Feiyan, will have nothing to say." Zhao Feiyan's words are to completely take refuge in Du Qingheng.

For Du Qingheng, this is of course a good thing. Give yourself an ally in the palace. Why not, just ask the emperor to let Zhao Huaijin go. I am afraid it is not easy, but if you move a little bit of other thoughts, it is not impossible.

After the wind and rain, the scenery in the imperial garden is indeed more beautiful, the sun is shining, the spring breeze is gentle, and the imperial garden is full of vitality, but these people's minds are so dark that no one knows.

"Sisters, let's go back to the Moon Palace and wait. The emperor should go to court early, so I will look for him." Du Qingheng looked at the scene unintentionally and said to the two.

"Thank you elder sister." Zhao Feiyan and Sun Ruyun also walked away after bowing.

When Du Qingheng came to the Hall of Nourishment, she saw Feng Xuanche in a dark dragon robe, striding towards her face, her thoughts trembled for a moment, until Guo Yuanqing, who was beside Feng Xuanche, greeted her with a sharp throat, and she recovered. .

"I have seen the emperor." Du Qingheng bowed slightly, and the veil embroidered with pink clouds shook in the wind.

"Yeah." Feng Xuan Che nodded, preparing to pass her and leave.

Seemingly annoyed by Feng Xuanche's actions, Du Qingheng's lips lightly opened, and his voice filled with sorrow for several days, saying: "The emperor, the courtiers ask for something."

"It's nothing more than Zhao Huaijin's business. Go back and tell Concubine Xian that you will be peaceful in the palace. Don't make trouble for me. This matter won't involve her." Feng Xuanche kept walking, his voice moved from near to far, no After a long time, he turned a corner and left the Hall of Yangxin.

Only Du Qingheng stood in place with a look of resentment. She loved to compare with Du Xuechun since she was a child, and it was the same in the palace, but Feng Xuanche’s attitude towards Du Xuechun was very different from her own. This difference embarrassed her and made her even more resentful. .

Naturally, she couldn't blame Feng Xuanche, so she could only attribute all the problems to Du Xuechun.

Originally, she had never thought that Feng Xuanche would agree to her rescue Zhao Huaijin. Today, she just pretended to show Zhao Feiyan so that she could do things for herself willingly.

Now that the result was obtained, Du Qingheng returned to Yanxi Palace without any haste.

"Where is Mu Chen?" Du Qingheng took a nap on the collapse, and asked doubtfully without seeing Mu Chen's figure when he woke up.

The little palace lady who was waiting on the side was a little scared of Du Qingheng. She tremblingly put down the tea cup she had just brought, and knelt on the ground with a thump, her voice trembling, and said: "Hui Niang, the servants don't know."

"Get down, useless things." Du Qingheng became angry for no reason. The minions in Yanxi Palace were really useless. Everyone saw her as if they had seen a ghost. It was annoying for no reason.

Fortunately, Mu Chen came back soon, holding a bowl of lotus root noodles in his hand.

"The empress was also for breakfast, so the minion went to the imperial kitchen and asked for a bowl of lotus root noodles." Mu Chen was wearing a blue **** suit, with a slender figure, delicate eyebrows, and a pair of bottomless eyes. Du Qingheng felt that he had never understood him.

I took this bowl of lotus root noodles, stirred it with a spoon, and asked: "The seat of the official secretary can't be kept, I don't know what Dad will do."

"The official department is not only Shang Shu, without this, I will order one to go up. There is always a way." Mu Chen still has a humble expression, as if in his eyes, people have become objects and can be manipulated at will.

But what he said was reasonable. After all, Zhao Huaijin is old. If the staff minister is not obedient, he should find a way to get rid of it. Father is so clever, he will naturally come up with a countermeasure.

Without the support of her natal family, Zhao Feiyan had to rely on it if she wanted to stand firm in the palace, and if she could be willing to take refuge in herself and do things for herself, she would have to waste a lot of tongue.

"Go, invite the concubine Xian." Du Qingheng squinted his eyes slightly, tapped his red nails on the table, silently thinking for a long time, and said to the little palace lady on the side.

Not long after Zhao Feiyan came in, she seemed to tidy up her clothes deliberately before coming. It didn't look as messy as she saw at the Royal Garden in the morning, but her slightly red eye sockets betrayed her.

"Sister, what did the emperor say?" Zhao Feiyan asked directly after saluting.

"Oh." Du Qingheng sighed slightly, and Zhao Feiyan's heart also lifted up. She looked a little dazed, and muttered in her mouth: "No way, what should I do, I, I will go to the emperor by myself."

"Sister, you and I both know who the emperor loves the most. If she insists on Zhao Shangshu, even if you and I wear your lips, the emperor will not be softened."