The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The plum feast is set on the eighteenth of the first lunar month, when the plum blossoms are at their peak.

The concubine Xian concubine thought for a long time, drawn up a list, and handed it to the in-house attendant to the House of Internal Affairs.

This plum banquet was held together by Concubine Xian and Concubine Zhuang, and the two of them didn't deal with each other very much. Of course, they would not discuss with me. Instead, they would draw up a list and hand it over to the father-in-law in charge of the matter.

After sending off the list, Concubine Xian was a little uneasy. Her long tortoiseshell-inlaid orb-inlaid nail sets ran across the chess pot, picked up a sunspot to play with, and muttered, "I don't know who Concubine Zhuang invited."

The ladies on the list she planned to invite were all of the middle-class family, not outstanding, not top-notch, or rigorous family style, or girls with the name of demure and meek. In order to support the scene, she invited a few of excellent backgrounds, but they were not. Within consideration.

Such a list might not overlap much with Fei Zhuang.

Concubine Xian is a face-saving person. On the one hand, she is not prepared to marry the daughter of a high school for her estranged young son. On the other hand, she is unwilling to be seen by Concubine Zhuang.

The confidant mother knew the thoughts of Concubine Xian very well, and said with relief: "The person chosen by the empress must be the most suitable."

Concubine Xian threw the chess piece into the chess pot, got up and walked to the window, and sighed, "Fine, that's it."

The room was so hot that half of the windows were opened for ventilation. Only the palm-sized sky and flowing clouds with constantly changing shapes could be seen outside the window.

Liuyun is difficult to control, just like her young son with uncertain temperament.

During this period, Concubine Xian tried to call Yu Jin into the palace several times to find out what he meant, but was always pushed by the other party with various excuses.

Concubine Hyun was frustrated when she thought of it.

Regardless of whether the mother and son have ever been together, at any rate, the son who was born into pregnancy in October, turned a blind eye to her mother!

Sometimes, Concubine Xian also feels a little uneasy: The seventh is so indifferent to her, can he really follow her heart to help the fourth in the future?

This idea made her pay attention to the plum feast, and she was at a loss as to not reach the world or the ground. She was always afraid that she would get rid of it.

The sound of rapid footsteps came, although the sound was slight, it was enough to wake up in the ears of Concubine Xian.

If you want to be a good servant in the palace, it is necessary to be calm. Is it because there is a major event in such a hurry?

Soon a Tsing Yi palace maid walked in: "Manny, King Yan has come to greet you."

Concubine Xian turned around hurriedly: "The King Yan is here?"

Aware of the loss, the concubine Xian raised her hand to straighten her sideburns, and the orbs on her nails dazzled, dazzling people's eyes.

"Yes, the prince is waiting outside, I don't know if the mother sees it or not—"

"Please come in, King Yan." Concubine Xian interrupted the maidservant directly, and Lianbu walked to the chaise longue, sitting down and waiting.

When Yu Jin came in, she saw a woman in palace dress sitting on a chaise longue with her back straight. She was beautiful and dignified, but she was a bit out of tune with the slack and laid-back beauty.

His mother concubine is really interesting.

Yu Jin squinted to make sure he didn't recognize the wrong person, and then he saluted: "I have seen my concubine."

Concubine Xian stared at her little son who saluted her to greet her.

Seeing his lazy energy, there is really no rules at all, it's not as good as the fourth one.

Concubine Xian was dissatisfied, and her face became more and more serious: "Come on, let the concubine mother have a look."

Yu Jin walked a few steps forward, and could already see the faint fine lines on the corners of Concubine Xian's eyes.

Time is fair, no matter how beautiful women are, they will leave traces.

Yu Jin's lips curled up slightly.

Speaking of it, he lived to be nineteen years old. This is the first time he has been so close to his mother since he can remember.

It's really uncomfortable.

Concubine Xian was curious about Yu Jin's purpose.

Since this son returned to the capital, she has passed it on more than once, but he has never followed it.

Concubine Xian didn't ask immediately, but looked carefully at the younger son.

It feels unfamiliar, but the expression is very familiar.

In terms of appearance, the seventh is more like her than the fourth.

After all, this was conceived by her bones and blood.

Concubine Xian suddenly sighed with emotion, her expression relaxed a little, and asked, "I came to see my concubine today, but what's the matter?"

"The son is here to greet the mother and concubine."

Concubine Xian didn't believe it in her heart, and smiled on her face: "You have a heart. Is there anything else?"

Yu Jin's face reddened slightly, and he seemed to struggle a bit before saying: "I heard that the time for the plum feast has been set."

Concubine Xian gave Yu Jin a look and smiled: "Yes, it's set for the eighteenth day. Could Jin'er worry about the improper handling of the mother's concubine?"

With a cry, Yu Jin almost raised his hand to shake off the goose bumps all over his body. Fortunately, he could hold it on his face. He blushed and said, "Of course my son won't worry about this. It's just that his son is in southern Xinjiang all year round, and he treats the ladies in Beijing I don't know anything, but I yearn for a happy life as a husband and wife, so whether we can have a happy wife depends on the mother and concubine."

Concubine Xian kept looking at Yu Jin, and when he saw that the more he talked, her face became redder, and then she was a little confused and curled her lips and smiled.

Earlier, I heard that Old Qi was fighting with several princes. She thought she was a gangster. Now it seems that she is still a child even if she is raised outside, and she has such a longing for her future wife.

In this regard, Lao Qi is much simpler than the princes raised in the palace.

Concubine Xian does not think this is an advantage, but being emotionally simple often means that as long as the wife is in line with her heart, her ears will be soft, and she will hear the breeze. In this case, as long as she holds her daughter-in-law, she is holding her son.

Looking at her son's eyes full of expectation, Concubine Xian smiled: "Don't worry, the concubine will choose a wife that is satisfactory for you."

No matter what, the old Qi at the plum banquet took a look at which one, she promised that the originally weak relationship between mother and child could be eased by this opportunity. In this case, in the future, the seventh will help the fourth with more dedication.

"The son resigned."

Leaving the concubine Xian's palace, Yu Jin immediately recovered his icy expression, as if the young man blushing in front of the concubine never existed.

It didn't exist in the first place.

Yu Jin smiled indifferently, and made a bend through the walls of the palace.

An attendant in grey clothes walked by Yu Jin and quietly slowed down.

"Is it done?" Yu Jin asked softly, looking ahead.

The waiter responded softly: "Okay."

Yu Jin bends the corners of his lips and strode out of the palace.

Han Gong, who was specifically in charge of this matter in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, justly ordered several servants to copy the invitations according to the list sent by the two empresses. One of the servants glanced at the list and wrote down the names of the four girls in Dongping Bofu.

The wind of the plum feast gradually spread. Two days before the eighteenth of the first lunar month, most of the ladies who received the invitation were ecstatic, but the man who had never received it sighed.

The position of the princess, I didn't even have the opportunity to participate, so I just flew!

In the Dongping Bo's Mansion, Mrs. Feng was excited repeatedly watching the carved invitations presented by the steward.