Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

Shen Qingrong's face turned green and then white, and then turned purple. Shen Qingwei felt that she could remember it for a lifetime.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

There was a crisp sneer in the women's seat, and Shen Qingrong looked over with a ferocious expression, just in time to see the slight smile on the face of her deadly enemy Dong Jirou.

One is the daughter of Shen Xiang, who has power over the ruling and opposition parties, and the other is the niece of the Empress Dowager who hangs behind the curtain.

The same superior status, as well as the same outstanding appearance, doomed the two to be unable to live in peace.

Seeing Shen Qingrong deflated, still in front of the public, even Dong Jirou, who has always shown off his gentle and pleasant appearance, couldn't stop himself from wanting to mock his opponent.

Shen Qingrong has always looked down on her sister-in-law, and she has always held considerable malice towards this woman who became her sister-in-law just because of a good pregnancy and was born a few months early.

After sending him to the eldest princess's mansion, she had fantasized more than once how miserable the other party would be if he fell into the hands of the said cruel and cruel eldest princess.

Whenever I think of her, I can't help but laugh out loud.

But she never thought that the eldest princess would lose face for such a toy.

You must know that she represents not only her own face, but also Shen Xiang behind her, how dare this crippled woman treat herself like this!

The person who came forward to save the siege was the Queen Mother.

It's not easy for men to intervene in this kind of dispute between female relatives, but the only little emperor who can intervene, looks at his own imperial sister, and at Shen Xiang who is sitting aside with an elusive expression on his face, a pair similar to Zhao Xingyue The fox's eyes were filled with anxiety, and he looked innocent to the extreme.

The Empress Dowager and Shen Xiang had always been at odds, she teased and made Shen Qingrong's face paler, and then she relieved Shen Qingrong like a handout.

Then she turned to Zhao Xingyue, who looked not much older than Zhao Xingyue, with a kind smile on her face, half warning and half angrily said: "Ah Yue, you are not a child anymore, what are you fussing about with a little girl?" ?”

Zhao Xingyue's lips curved into a smile.

She didn't look up, Shen Qingwei's hand was still in hers, the fingers were white and slender, and they were so soft that it was unbelievable. Looking at these hands, she could imagine the appearance of Shen Qingwei's writing - one next to the other, neatly Qi, upright, Qingqingxiuxiu.

She didn't look up at the queen mother, Shen Qingwei's face was reddish beside her, the queen mother's sharp eyes fell on her body like a knife, but she didn't seem to notice, she just focused all her eyes on Zhao Xingyue.

"If I really care about her, do you think she can stand there properly? Don't you think so, Queen Mother?"

When she said the last two words, Zhao Xingyue finally raised her head and smiled at the Queen Mother.

The bland smile and the murderous look in that smile made the Queen Mother tremble all over.

"I didn't want to argue with her at first, but since your mother has said so, I feel that I don't want to argue with her, as if I'm sorry for what your mother said." Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingrong, who was already stiff, with a half-smile. "Am I right?"

No matter how stupid Shen Qingrong was, she knew that she was involved in a dispute that she shouldn't be involved in this time.

The empress dowager and the eldest princess fight, everyone else is cannon fodder, and there is a possibility of being wiped out while talking and laughing.

She turned her eyes to his father for help, and Shen Xiang still had a gentle smile on his face, as if the person in the eye of the storm was not her own daughter.

The Empress Dowager's expression froze.

To be honest, she has always been a little afraid of Zhao Xingyue.

She was afraid of Zhao Xingyue when the late emperor was around.

Zhao Xingyue and Zhao Xingchen's mothers were not of high status in the palace. If they hadn't given birth to them, they might not even have a chance to be a concubine in the late emperor's highly competitive harem.

That woman died very early. When the Empress Dowager entered the palace, she only met her a few times. She was the third empress married by the late emperor, and it happened to coincide with the most turbulent period when the late emperor passed away and the imperial power changed.

She has always wondered how that woman who seemed submissive and didn't dare to say a word at parties gave birth to a daughter like Zhao Xingyue.

During those days when she was crazily seizing power in her own hands, what she was most afraid of was Zhao Xingyue, especially after Zhao Xingyue killed someone, she was terrified of the bloodthirsty gaze of the other party, it seemed that just being looked at like this would kill her Not guaranteed.

After learning the news that Zhao Xingyue could no longer stand up, she was very happy for a while.

How can you threaten her when everyone is useless!

But... But when she met Zhao Xingyue's eyes again today, the Queen Mother realized that she was too happy.

She was short of breath and could barely speak.

"Then what does Ah Yue want?" The queen mother squeezed the wine glass in her hand, forcing herself not to show timidity.

She kept convincing herself in her heart that she was just a cripple, a cripple who had to be pushed to walk, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, her heart gradually settled down, and her expression changed from stiff to natural.

"What does Qingwei want?" Zhao Xingyue kicked the ball to Shen Qingwei without hesitation.

Shen Qingwei was taken aback, she never expected Zhao Xingyue to do this.

Shen Xiang's eyes fell on her, Shen Qingwei took a deep breath, and tried to show a smile that was seven or eight points similar to Zhao Xingyue, "Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss Shen also wants to congratulate the festival, why don't you invite Miss Shen How about a dance for us as punishment?"

Shen Xiang withdrew his gaze, Shen Qingrong heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Shen Qingwei with a look of interest, and Shen Qingwei blinked at Zhao Xingyue, the latter accepted her gaze, and after Shen Qingwei sang the red face, he didn't mind Jumped out and sang a bad face.

Don't want to dance?It's meaningless to dance for ordinary people, but Zhao Xingyue's two or three sentences made Shen Qingrong turn pale.

"In the Mid-Autumn Festival, we should pray to Fairy Chang'e. Why don't Ms. Shen just dance outside to pray for Daqing? May my Daqing soldiers win every battle and spend the festive season with my family in the coming year?"

The little emperor answered the question in a fashionable fashion, "What sister said is very true, but I don't know how long Miss Shen will dance for?"

Zhao Xingyue showed a malicious smile, "In order to show Miss Shen's sincerity, of course we have to jump until Chang'e returns to the palace, right?"

Chang'e returned to the palace.

It is not yet midnight, and there are still several hours before the moon disappears.

Just as Shen Xiang was about to say something, he was stopped by the little emperor's sincere praise.

What Miss Shen is really kind-hearted, I have never seen it before, what Shen Xiang's family is really lucky to have this girl...

Shen Xiang: "..."

He looked at Shen Qingwei who was standing next to Zhao Xingyue, took a sip of his wine, and followed the emperor's words.

……

When leaving the palace, Shen Qingwei lifted the curtain of the carriage, and she could still see a figure dancing alone under the moonlight not far away.

It has to be said that Shen Qingrong's dancing posture is really graceful. From a distance, she looks like a fairy under the moon, like a dream.

Although the weather in August can't be called freezing, it's definitely not hot either.

Shen Qingwei couldn't help but laugh when she thought that the other party was going to dance for several hours in this kind of weather.

Zhao Xingyue asked, "Are you happy?"

Shen Qingwei pursed her lips, and finally couldn't help laughing, and honestly admitted her feelings: "Happy."

"It's really taking advantage of her not to let her wash clothes outside for several hours." Zhao Xingyue said with a disgusted expression.

Shen Qingwei suddenly froze.

What Zhao Xingyue said was an incident that happened to her.

Once she accidentally soiled Shen Qingrong's clothes. In the cold weather, her stepmother punished her to wash a pile of servants' clothes by hand.

She washed for several hours, from afternoon washing until the moon was high, before she finished washing all the clothes. Not to mention that her hands were covered with blisters, she also suffered from frostbite that year, which almost ruined a pair of beautiful hands.

She blinked, feeling as if she understood something.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Suddenly being hugged by someone, it took Zhao Xingyue a while to suppress the instinctive impulse of throwing people out of this body - no way, even without legs, the fighting instinct to fight in and out on the battlefield still hasn't disappeared.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, "Shen Qingwei, should I praise you for your courage that grows day and night?"

After recovering, Shen Qingwei realized what she had done.

She blushed, but she couldn't bear to leave Zhao Xingyue's warm embrace, she just held onto Zhao Xingyue's sleeve tightly, rested her head on her chest, and retorted softly, "No."

A muffled laugh came from above her head, and the vibration in her chest was transmitted to her heart through the clothes.

Not being pushed away.

Rubbing the top of her head with one hand, a helpless voice came, "It seems that I am too used to you."

……

Once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the New Year is not far away.

Without the deterrence of Princess Zhen Guo, there was an aura of imminent movement from the border gate long before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhao Xingyue became busy like never before.

After Shen Qingwei wrote a policy for a year, she finally stopped confining herself to talking on paper, and began to move official documents from Zhao Xingyue's desk to her.

When she opened the document for the first time, she widened her eyes and looked at Zhao Xingyue in disbelief.

"Your Highness, Your Highness...Is it inappropriate for me to touch these things?"

"Why, you think you can't do it?"

Shen Qingwei shook her head without hesitation.

Zhao Xingyue made a serious face, "Then show me!"

War is not a trivial matter, everything from food, grass and military posture to the layout of the front must be considered in place.

Shen Qingwei may not have built much in terms of force, but she is a good player in terms of brain power.

Compared with Zhao Xingyue, although she is not as experienced as Zhao Xingyue, she is more patient and careful than her, and it is easier to detect some things that others do not notice.

She had already been instilled with a lot of theoretical knowledge by Zhao Xingyue. When she actually started to operate, although she stumbled a bit in the early stage, she got started quickly unexpectedly.

In Zhao Xingyue's eyes, she was like a sprout after the rain, growing faster and taller day by day.