The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

At the end of the words, there was a vague meaning of farewell. Meng Wenyao was afraid that Mrs. Qiao would see the clues, so she kept lowering her head to hide her red eyes.

Concubine Qiao thought that Meng Wenyao didn't want to go with her. She knew that the seventh princess had a bad reputation, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Princess, don't worry, Yaoyao will live with me in Yutang Palace from now on. I will protect her and won't let anyone bully her." .”

In this way, Meng Wenyao became Concubine Qiao's personal maid. The most important thing was to serve Concubine Qiao making facial masks and hand masks every day.

After several days of careful care by Meng Wenyao, Concubine Qiao's complexion became visibly more supple. Even Yu Wenjing, who had no feelings for her, sighed: "Concubine, your face seems to have fewer fine lines."

After looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Mrs. Qiao was extremely happy. She patted Meng Wenyao's little hand as a reward.

Meng Wenyao lowered her head, pretending not to be shocked by honor or disgrace, thinking that if she took one beauty pill, even a black pig would be rosy, let alone a pampered concubine in the harem.

Concubine Qiao turned to Yu Wenjing and said, "Your face is also thanks to Yaoyao. I haven't seen you say thank you to Yaoyao in the past few days."

Since Meng Wenyao came to Yutang Hall, Mrs. Qiao said several times a day that Meng Wenyao had cured Yu Wenjing's face.

After talking too much, the only gratitude in Yu Wenjing's heart turned into impatience.

She snorted coldly and said: "She is a palace maid, and it is her blessing that I use her medicine."

Seeing that Concubine Qiao's face was not so good, Yu Wenjing added: "By the way, didn't my mother and concubine reward her with many things? And she has gone from a palace maid who worked as a rough hand to the eldest palace maid in the Yutang Palace. She also wants to thank me for giving her the opportunity."

"What the princess said is that the slave is extremely grateful to both the concubine and the princess."

Meng Wenyao spoke sincerely, which made Mrs. Qiao like her even more.

"Okay, I don't need you to serve me here. You can go down and rest."

Meng Wenyao helped Mrs. Qiao wash her face and make facial masks every morning and night every day. She didn't have to do anything else, and she was happy and relaxed.

It's just that it's been three days since I came to Yutang Hall and I haven't seen Yu Wenhu yet, which is a bit regretful.

As soon as she retreated to the entrance of the palace, she heard someone in the courtyard shouting: "See the Emperor."

When Cao Cao arrived, Meng Wenyao knelt down and blew the powder off her sleeves when Yu Wenhu passed by her.

Yu Wenhu, who was striding towards the palace, smelled a scent vaguely, but there could be any scent in the woman's residence, so he didn't take it to heart.

As soon as he sat down on the main seat in the main hall, Mrs. Qiao and Yu Wenjing came out from the inner room. After bowing, Yu Wenjing stepped forward and said coquettishly: "Brother, you haven't been here for three days. Jing'er thought Brother Huang has forgotten how to take the road to Yutang Palace."

Concubine Qiao hurriedly stepped forward, glared at Yu Wenjing, and pretended to reprimand: "The emperor is busy with everything, how can he run to the harem all the time, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that the emperor did not answer, with a slight smile in his eyes, Yu Wenjing stuck out his tongue and walked forward shyly, almost leaning on Yu Wenhu, but was blocked by the eunuch intentionally or unintentionally. .

"Brother Emperor, have you just gone to court? Have you had breakfast?"

Yu Wenhu didn't look at Yu Wenjing and took the tea handed over by the eunuch. As he sniffed it, he felt that the faint aroma was coming again.

"The tea in the Dowager Palace is more fragrant than usual."

Have it? Mrs. Qiao didn't change the tea leaves and spring water. How could the tea suddenly become fragrant?

But since the emperor said this, he was in a good mood. She smiled and said: "If the emperor likes it, it means the people below are serving you with care. Everyone in the tea room is rewarded."

In an instant, several palace maids and eunuchs beamed with joy, bowed and left.

Meng Wenyao, who was kneeling at the door of the hall, also stood up with the others and was about to turn around and exit with everyone.

Just as a breeze blew, the aroma hit Yuwen's face-protecting door.

The sweet aroma penetrated through his nostrils and went straight into his internal organs. Yu Wenhu felt that his blood was boiling.

He unconsciously looked towards the door. Among a group of palace maids, he noticed a person with a particularly white complexion. He lowered his head and could only see dripping red lips, retreating with the group of palace maids.

Somehow, he just pointed a finger, and the group of palace maids suddenly stopped.

Concubine Qiao didn't know why and said, "Your Majesty, what's the problem?"

Yu Wenhu looked at his outstretched arm and coughed dryly: "Nothing, I just saw a palace maid."

Just by scanning the door, Mrs. Qiao knew who Yu Wenhu was talking about. She smiled and said: "I was about to tell the emperor that the ointment donated by the palace maid cured the princess's face. Now she is serving in the Yutang Palace. , very dedicated.”

"It's rare to find such a lovely person, so I should reward him well."

Seeing Meng Wenyao being brought forward to express gratitude, Yu Wenjing felt uncomfortable no matter how she looked at it. Although Yu Wenhu rewarded the palace maid who cured her face out of love for her, how could a palace maid treat Yu Wen Protect the face like this.

When she saw Meng Wenyao accepting the reward, she said with a cold face: "Get down quickly."

Then he stood directly between Meng Wenyao and Yu Wenhu, blocking Yu Wenhu's sight, and said coquettishly: "Brother, I heard that you ascended the throne, and the Southern Tang Dynasty gave you a few rare Eastern Pearls. My sister has never seen one as big as the Night Pearl." Where’s Dong Zhu.”

The increasingly strong aroma was suddenly blocked by Yu Wenjing, and hearing that Yu Wenjing asked for such a precious thing, Yu Wenhu's irritability gradually rose.

"I plan to inlay those Eastern Pearls on the phoenix crown. When the queen is crowned, the seventh sister will be able to see them on the queen's head."

With one sentence, Yu Wenjing's little thoughts were completely blocked. He ignored Yu Wenjing's slumped face and turned his head to ask Concubine Qiao: "I always smell a fragrance. Is this Yutang Palace used?" Any new spices?"

"No!" Mrs. Qiao looked confused again.

Seeing that Yu Wenhu asked twice, Concubine Qiao didn't answer her, and Yu Wenhu was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, as if he was deliberately teasing the late Emperor's concubine.

As usual, he casually asked about the food, clothing and daily life of the concubine. After talking about a few small things that happened in the harem, Yu Wenhu said goodbye and left.

As soon as Yu Wenhu left, Aunt Wan stepped forward and said to Concubine Qiao: "Concubine, I feel that the emperor seems to be particularly interested in Yaoyao."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The emperor just rewarded her with something because she cured Jing'er's face, so he took it seriously. You are thinking too much." Concubine Qiao said disapprovingly.

A slave is naturally more talented than a master when it comes to observing words and expressions. Aunt Wan reminded Concubine Qiao, "Think about it, Your Majesty, the Emperor has said it twice since he came to our place."

"What does this have to do with Yaoyao?"