The Rebirth of the Concubine

No Liqi changed his concerned expression just now, stood up and started pacing in the room without speaking, as if he was full of thoughts.

"Wei Mu's eldest daughter is back. She is only one year older than the eldest son. From outsiders' point of view, she is a perfect match." Yeli rubbed her belly, thinking that she would not be as disappointing as his wife, and the first child must be a baby. baby boy.

Ye Liqi snorted coldly, seeing his younger sister looking like someone else, he felt disgusted in his heart, how much thought he had put into entrusting Wei Mu's housekeeper Daren to send Ye Lishi into the mansion as a side room, but now it is useless No.

"Why doesn't Daren come to serve you?" Ye Liqi asked from the mansion gate to the house, but he didn't see Daren when he walked around.

"He, he went out to buy something for the master, and he has been away for almost half a month." Yeli did not know the details, but he did not intend to learn that Daren's trip this time was to do a big thing for the master.

"Take good care of your body, give birth to a son and a half for Wei Muda, and you have something to rely on in this mansion." Ye Liqi flicked his sleeves and walked out of the house.

As soon as Ye Liqi went out, he saw Ye Lishuang waiting outside the house, looking submissive, not at all rude and rude as usual.

"You have time to hang out in Weimu Mansion, why not go around the palace with Dad more, even if you are already a concubine, it must be the concubine of the prince." Ye Liqi said with squinted eyes.

Ye Lishuang's heart was shocked, Shizi's side room?She suddenly understood what her father meant, and thought that she might not have a chance with Yuan Yue in this life, and she felt extremely sad. In the eyes of her father, she and her aunt were just pawns, paving the way for his future.

"I don't allow it, father don't make up your mind." She yelled, took a deep breath, and ran to the door of the mansion. As she ran, she felt that her tears could not be stopped.

"Shut up, you white-eyed wolf, I'm doing this for your own good." Ye Li's begging and cursing voices continued behind him.

Yuan Yue happened to enter the backyard from the front yard at this moment, and saw Ye Lishuang and her father's embarrassing moment, she hurriedly hid in the corner, peeping at the two of them secretly, slandering Ye Liqi, a general who really didn't understand the rules, making loud noises in the mansion .

Seeing the back of Ye Lishuang running away while wiping her tears at the end, she knew in her heart that she was just like herself, a miserable person who couldn't help herself, so she couldn't help but want to stay away from this place where political disputes and personnel are complicated, and become a wild crane. The hermit is also at ease.

Just as Yuan Yue thought of this, the figure of his wife flashed in her mind. In the past ten years, she had a deep attachment to her mother who raised her in this life.

Madam is gentle and virtuous, elegant and dignified, but she is not favored by God. Now Madam is terminally ill and getting worse every day. She vaguely remembers the tragic accidents in the former Shiwei Mu Mansion. Madam was also being punished and did not die young.

This life is different, the medical officers who have treated my wife came to the house one after another for consultation, and the medicine was swallowed like a gourd, but my wife's illness never improved, and even got worse.

Yuan Yue originally planned to visit Aunt Ye Li, but now she was speculating about this matter and couldn't figure out the mystery, so she could only stubbornly think that when Wei Muhe came back, maybe Madam would be in a better mood and recover physically.

Yang Bingyi came to Xixia with all his heart to paint for the royal family, so naturally he didn't ask too much about the happy events that happened in Weimu's mansion, let alone meddle in other matters, and went to the palace early in the morning.

"Master Yang, have you rested?" Prince Deming asked amiably, without putting on airs towards the envoys of the Song Dynasty.

"Wei Mu's mansion took care of everything properly, and the next official just happened to have a happy event in the mansion." Yang Bingyi didn't plan to tell Prince Deming about Wei Mushan's happy son, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind and said it first.

"Oh? What's the happy event?" Prince Deming asked with a smile.

"Lord Wei Mu's aunt has been happy for more than two months." After Yang Bingyi finished speaking, he felt a little regretful in his heart. He was a Hanlin Mozi, and he talked with Prince Deming about the trivial matters of other people's lives.

"That's a very happy event. It seems that we can see Master Wei Mu again in a happy mood." Prince Deming laughed, and stopped talking, not commenting.

Yang Bingyi ordered Shutong to spread out the Xuanzhi paintbrush, and bowed his hands to ask the prince if he wanted to paint.

"My son and Princess Duanyi are here, and I want to draw a picture of harmony with my son and princess." Prince Deming said to the attendants beside him.

When Yang Bingyi heard the name of Princess Duanyi, his heart skipped a beat, a thin layer of sweat immediately oozed from his palms, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"The scene of the prince and the eldest son and princess being kind and filial will definitely set a good example for the common people." Yang Bingyi flattered rather flatteringly.

Not long after, Yang Bingyi saw two people walking in one after the other at the door, and the woman behind him was Wei Muyin whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Wei Muyin was wearing a long blue dress today, his steps were light, and there was a burst of fragrance on his body. Yang Bingyi sniffed secretly, feeling refreshing, and all the organs in his body felt extremely relaxed.

Yang Bingyi's hard-to-disguise admiration was seen in Wei Muyin's eyes, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth, her cheeks flushed instantly.

Yuan Hao glanced at Yang Bingyi, and felt that this Song Dynasty painter was like a prodigal son, with bushy eyebrows, bowing to him.

"Then Lord Lao Yang will start painting the king and the prince's princess." Prince Deming said slowly, turning a blind eye to the strange expressions of several people.

Yang Bingyi only felt his mouth dry, swallowed instinctively, and then ordered the book boy to set up a posture, arranged the postures of Prince Deming and others, and started to paint.

He was finally able to see Wei Muyin blatantly, admiring her for her talent, and couldn't help but think of what Ye Lishuang said, how could he have such a good fortune to possess the princess, the princess's future marriage must be the royal family and nobles, thinking of this, secretly saddened stand up.

Men are jealous, and their thoughts are even more vicious. The more Yang Bingyi thought about it, the dirtier he became. He even began to imagine the scene of the princess having fun under another person, and his painting movements gradually slowed down.

Because Prince Deming was sitting in the upper seat, and Yuan Hao and Wei Muyin were standing behind him, Yang Bingyi had been painting for a long time, Wei Muyin felt sore in his waist and legs, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he secretly pulled Yuan Hao's sleeve .

"What's wrong?" Yuan Hao asked vaguely without moving his lips and only making a sound.

"Brother Wang, I'm tired." Wei Muyin replied deliberately.

Naturally, Yang Bingyi's small movements could not escape Yang Bingyi's eyes. He was a little jealous, guessing that Princess Duanyi was tired from standing and was eager to show consideration, so he put down his brush and bowed.

"My lord, this is the end of my request for today's portrait. I think the princess...and the prince are also tired." Yang Bingyi paused in the middle of his speech and said.

Although Yang Bingyi's words were respectful, in Yuan Hao's ears, there was no respect for him at all. Instead, it revealed that he wanted to covet his underage younger sister.

Yuan Hao's loathing for the Song Dynasty filled his chest, he resisted the urge to curse, and just cupped his hands before rushing out the door.

Wei Muyin was not in a hurry to go out with Yuan Hao, but stood in front of Yang Bingyi's paintings, appreciating his paintings carefully.

"What advice does the princess have?" Yang Bingyi had the proud character of a Song Dynasty literati, and his words were straightforward.

"I don't dare to teach you, Mr. Yang's fine brushwork is admirable." Wei Muyin chuckled, opened his red lips, and spit out these words.

Yang Bingyi heard the voice of the warblers and swallows, as if he drank a few pots of soju and was intoxicated, but just stood there in a daze, forgetting to answer.

Wei Muyin still smiled on the surface, but she was already extremely disgusted in her heart, and she was willing to put down her figure to talk to Yang Bingyi, and she had another purpose.

"Master Yang is used to living in Wei Mu's mansion." Wei Muyin seemed concerned, but actually wanted to inquire about Wei Mu's mansion.

For more than ten years, she tried to find out news about Wei Mu's family from Prince Deming, but the prince covered up things in Wei Mu's residence and never told Wei Mu Yin.