Power and Favor

Chapter 14: Chu Mingcui

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The carriage went straight into the palace gate under the leadership of Yu Wenhao. Yuan Qingling is not at all curious about the palace now, only sees a deep palace road and mottled red brick palace walls from the slightly raised curtain.

Unable to look into the distance, only occasionally tall pavilions come into view, magnificent and magnificent, with glazed tile roofs touching the sunlight.

The carriage stopped, Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and was helped by the green bud to get off the carriage.

The sun shines on the vermilion palace wall, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflect the dazzling light. She is like a ghost who cannot see the light, subconsciously reaching out to block the sun.

Yu Wenhao also got off the horse, and the carriage and horses were tied here, and continued on.

Arriving outside the Xiaoyun Hall, Lu Ya whispered: "Wang Hao, slaves and maids are not allowed to go in, please go carefully."

Yuan Qingling knew that Xiaoyun Palace was the palace where the Supreme Emperor lived. Outside, there were already full of servants and servants from various houses. She took a deep breath and followed Yu Wenhao in step by step.

Passing by the lush yard and entering the main hall, there were many people standing in the main hall. Yuan Qingling glanced at them, all of them in luxurious clothes and sad faces.

Most of these people she recognizes, relying on the memory of the original owner.

Wearing cyan silk and satin clothes with a solemn expression on his face is Ji Wangyuwenjun, the eldest son of Emperor Ming and Yuan. He was 30 years old and was born to the concubine Qin. He married Mahou's concubine. Ma and Concubine Qin are now standing by him With a pair of children by his side.

Wei Wangyuwenwei, Sun Wangyuwendu, Zhou Wangyuwenan were all there, and they all brought the princess and children into the palace.

The princes only nodded slightly, did not talk, and the atmosphere was very calm.

Yuan Qingling felt that Yu Wenhao standing next to her suddenly tightened, and her eyes shifted, making her whole person very stiff and uncomfortable.

Yuan Qingling looked at the door and saw a couple coming in.

The man is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, Yushu facing the wind, tall and straight, and a white brocade looks extraordinary.

He held the woman next to him tightly with his hand, she wore a cloud updo with a little emerald butterfly hairpin, and she was wearing an ice lake blue cloud-feet dress with pomegranate flower satin, and she wore a pair of moire curls on her feet. Pearl satin shoes.

Her face was like hibiscus, and the pair of red coral ears on her earlobes swayed with her footsteps, making her brows charming and graceful.

As soon as she walked in, she felt that the women in the house were all vulgar fans.

The memory remaining in Yuan Qingling's mind told her that these two were Qi Wangyuwenqing and Qi Wangfei Chu Mingcui.

Chu Mingcui, who is Chu Wang Yuwenhao's favorite, a year ago after Yu Wenhao married Yuan Qingling, she married Qi Wang as his concubine.

After she entered the door, her eyes met Yu Wenhao, three points clear, three points calm, three points charming, but one point was hidden.

Yu Wenhao's whole body was tight, breathing quickly, and his eyes moved away with difficulty, sweeping across Yuan Qingling's face, with resentment and resentment.

Yuan Qingling lowered her eyes slowly.

No one noticed this instant matter, even King Qi did not notice. After he nodded to the concubines and princes, he stood aside and looked at the curtain of the inner hall.

Yuan Qingling began to feel dizzy. She tried to stabilize her mind, but a dizziness struck. She subconsciously took Yu Wenhao's hand, and Yu Wenhao threw her away without thinking. She staggered, struggling to stabilize, but was embarrassed. Extremely.

Many people's eyes swept across her face, it was a kind of scornful look.

One hand gently supported her, and the smell of agarwood scented towards her head and head, accompanied by a soft and intoxicating voice, "Are you all right? Are you unwell?"