Quick Wear of Pregnant and Soft Beauty

Wei Yushu!

Wu Si suddenly realized that she had been deceived by this gentle and elegant man. He clearly loved Princess Zhao. People are most vulnerable and least defensive at this time.

Endless anger arose in her heart, and her expression was ferocious and terrifying.

Wei Yushu, since you like her, then I will let you give up completely.

Wang Quan is a personal genius. He has lived in the palace for many years and naturally has unique information channels.

Wang Quan secretly received the news about Zhao Yin being the princess of Zhao Kingdom, and he secretly had a problem with why Wu Jin did not come to Longquan Palace in recent days but stayed in the study instead.

Wu Jin ordered that no one should gossip in front of Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin thought Wu Jin was really busy at first, but then he gradually realized something was wrong. There were so many official matters that had to be handled in the study every day.

She planned to go find Wu Jin if he didn't come back to sleep tonight.

"What are you doing today, beauty?"

"Back to the king, after the beauty woke up, she had breakfast and took Xiao Hui for a walk in the imperial garden. When she passed an osmanthus tree, she shook it a lot and planned to make osmanthus cakes." Little Stool sighed in his heart, The king himself does not go to see the beauty, but asks at least a dozen times a day.

Fortunately, he had already ordered someone to keep an eye on him and report everything in detail.

Wu Jin hummed, "Go and see what the beauty is having for lunch, and ask the imperial kitchen to prepare a portion and send it to Gu here."

"Yes."

After a while, the little stool came back, followed by people from the imperial kitchen who put food on the table.

Wu Jin glanced at it twice, and it was still mostly sweet. As the old saying goes, a sour girl is a spicy girl. How do you judge this sweet one?

"Did the beauty ask about Gu?" Wu Jin stared at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Little Stool panted, sweating on his forehead. "No, the beauty had had lunch and was getting ready to go to bed when I came over. Maybe... I forgot."

Wu Jin's expression turned cold to the naked eye.

Little Stool suddenly felt envious of that old guy Wang Quan, who ate and drank with the beauty every day, told her some palace history, and didn't want to live too casually.

He thought of something, took out something wrapped in oil paper from his arms and put it on the table.

Wu Jin didn't look good, "What kind of mess?"

"Back to the king, it's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the beauty. Sister Chunzhi brought it to the slave. The slave wants to take it back to you to try."

Wu Jin was silent and didn't say anything.

Little Stool understands that he has passed this level today.

Rumors spread somewhere in the palace that Zhao Yin had angered the king and was rejected. After hearing this, the concubines in the harem were ready to take action, hoping to seize this opportunity to win the king's attention.

"Sister Mei, why are you still doing embroidery here? Those little bitches all dressed up, Hua Zhizhaozhan went to meet the king near the study."

Concubine Mei leisurely embroidered the handkerchief, "If the king really liked her, why would she have waited until now. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen the one in the Star-Zhaing Tower before in the Imperial Garden. Even she was despised by the king because of her beauty and beauty. Nothing compares to my humble appearance."

Concubine Lan disapproved, "Sister, why do you have to let others down your own ambitions? That person will always get tired of eating the same thing and want to change his taste."

Mei Fei shook her head, "I don't have the desire to compete for favors. If you want to do it, go alone."

When Concubine Lan saw that she couldn't move, she had no choice but to leave.

"Empress, Concubine Lan is right. Why don't you fight for it?"

In the past, the king was cruel, and everyone in the palace was in danger. Now the king seems to have changed his temper and treats that beauty with great care, making many concubines jealous.

Concubine Mei shook her head, "The king's temperament is far more cold and cruel than what everyone sees. His heart is empty. I don't believe that I can become the second special case. I can only hope to spend my remaining years in the harem."

Concubine Lan is the daughter of the Minister of War, and she has the highest status in the harem except Fu Yanxi. She is young and a little smart, and everyone tolerates her family background behind her back.

"My father-in-law, could you please go in and inform me that I have given the emperor some qi and blood replenishing soup and I want to deliver it in person."

The little eunuch was a little embarrassed, and it happened that Little Stool came out to go to Longquan Palace to see what Zhao Yin was doing.

Seeing Concubine Lan, she bowed and was about to leave. She was not the only concubine who came to show her courtesy today, and they were all sent away.

"Wait." Concubine Lan called him.

The little stool stopped.

Concubine Lan stepped forward slowly, "Mr. Shi, may I ask if the king is free at the moment?"

"This... the king is reviewing the memorial, I'm afraid he doesn't have time." He glanced at the food box in the hand of the palace maid behind Concubine Lan, and understood.

Concubine Lan took out a gold ingot from her sleeve and said, "My father-in-law, please be accommodating and help me go in and ask. In the future, if I am favored, I will not forget your kindness."

No matter how you dare to take away the small stool, the king's thoughts are all on the man from Longquan Palace.

"Concubine Lan, you must not do this. I still have important things to do, so why don't you wait any longer." As he said this, he turned around and headed towards Longquan Palace.

Concubine Lan looked at Xiao Dengzi's flying figure and secretly cursed the dog slave in her heart.

When the little stool arrived at Longquan Palace, Zhao Yin had nothing to do and took a bunch of palace ladies to do rouge.

There was a pure natural rouge formula in the mall, and she took it out and asked everyone to try making it together.

There are a bunch of girls, the oldest is seventeen or eighteen years old and the youngest is ten years old, laughing and joking together.

Zhao Yin lay lazily on a chair and gave instructions. The sun shone on her unparalleled bright face, her brows were soft and beautiful.

Little Stool was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly thought that when the Zhao Kingdom fell, she was not yet sixteen years old, and she was betrayed by her sweetheart.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the severe blow caused by these things that she chose to forget her past memories.

Inexplicably, he could understand the king's mood at the moment. Who could be willing to make such a beauty sad.

The little stool just came to take a look, so that the palace people did not have to report and disturb Zhao Yin. He had to go back and recover immediately.

Since the palace officials didn't inform her, Concubine Lan naturally didn't dare to break into the study. If Wu Jin went crazy and didn't care whose daughter you were, she would still be punished.

Concubine Lan returned to the palace full of dissatisfaction. How could the princess of Zhao win the favor of the king? She couldn't.

"Ya'er, I remember that one of your sisters was once a maid serving in the Zhao Palace?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You take my token and go out of the palace, find the person and bring him back."