After reading a few posts, Xiao Yi impatiently read on.
Chatting with people is a waste of time, the most important thing for his stinky girl now is to rest and take care of her body.
He stacked those posts again, intending to throw them back to Baihui. This time, Nangong Yue took a step faster, and she waved her hand to signal Baihui to back down.
"Ayi," she smiled sweetly at Xiao Yi, and said softly, "I'm really fine!"
Xiao Yi was unmoved.
Nangong Yue held one of his hands, and continued to coquettishly said: "Besides, I have been back in Luoyue City for a few days, so I can't just avoid it all the time, can I?" A lot of news can be found out from the exchanges between the female relatives in the inner house. Come on, if she stays in the mansion all the time, wouldn't she be blinded
Xiao Yi shrugged, of course he knew Nangong Yue's intentions, but to him, Ah Yue was his most important person, not a subordinate? !
Nangong Yue was still not discouraged, she shook Xiao Yi's hand, and said meaningfully: "Besides, father and king's wedding is approaching, and some things should be prepared..." She released her last trick.
When it came to Zhennan King's wedding date, Xiao Yi finally had a slight change on his face, a smile that was not a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and he said pointedly: "When the time comes, everything that needs to be done will be over. "
These things have dragged on long enough!
Thinking of the things just heard from Meng Tingjian's mouth, a cold light flashed across Xiao Yi's eyes.
Xiao Yi wrapped her arms around her waist with one hand, pressed her head against his chest with the other, and kissed her tenderly on the top of her hair. His long eyelashes were half down, preventing her from seeing the tenderness in his eyes. Wipe the cold murderous aura.
The killing intent was just fleeting.
Xiao Yi never indulged in it.
Soon, he put it behind him.
He and Ah Yue were together, but he didn't want to waste their time together for those unnecessary people and things.
"Ah Yue," Xiao Yi called out sweetly, while continuing to kiss her forehead, "What gift do you want for Mid-Autumn Festival? Shall I make mooncakes for you?" The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.
Nangong Yue's eyes twitched. With his cooking skills, wouldn't that add chaos to the kitchen
She hurriedly raised her head and said, "Ayi, you just returned to Luoyue City, didn't you... um..." Her unfinished words were buried between his lips and teeth. Drawing the shape of her lips, the inner room fell silent, only the sound of each other's hot breathing and rapid heartbeat...
After a while, he moved his lips slightly, put his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose almost touched the tip of his nose, and said again: "What did you just say?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and his bright peach eyes smiled like a crescent moon, full of joy, but it seemed to Nangong Yueli that he was threatening, as if he was saying that if her answer did not satisfy him If so, he will...
His lips moved a little closer to hers, so close that it seemed that if she opened her lips slightly, her lips would stick to his.
Nangong Yue said almost holding her breath: "Tomorrow, let's make moon cakes together." She readily admitted.
Xiao Yi let out a chuckle from the bottom of his throat, which seemed to be joyful, but at the same time seemed a bit regretful, and his lips pressed against hers again... In the dimness, Nangong Yue seemed to vaguely hear him answer vaguely.
After Nangong Yue coaxed Xiao Yi well, her lips were as red as fresh strawberries.
Under Xiao Yi's "supervision", she called Baihui in again, carefully selected five or six posts, and then Xiao Yi picked out a few of them in disgust. Nangong Yue didn't dare to bargain, so she chose three posts.
Baihui stepped back without looking sideways, calm and sharp, her eyes didn't even stay on Nangong Yue's lips for a moment...
In the mid-autumn festival of the young couple, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.
Early in the morning, the palace distributed rewards to the servants according to the old rules. The servants who wore new clothes and received the rewards were naturally beaming and walked with wind, and the entire palace was filled with a strong festive atmosphere.
Only the atmosphere in Bixiaotang's kitchen was a little weird.
Most of the cooks, maids, and women in the small kitchen were kicked out, leaving only Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi to make mooncakes inside. Nangong Yue racked his brains and found Xiao Yi the labor of kneading the dough. The two did several times. Cage mooncakes, and gave some to Lin Jingchen, Fu Yunyan, and Mrs. Fang.
This night, the palace offered sacrifices to the moon, and set up two family banquets in the small flower hall. They watched the moon, had a banquet, and listened to operas together, and there was a little excitement.
The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival passed by in the blink of an eye, and the Bixiao Hall, which had closed its doors to thank guests before, finally had a movement, and the imperial concubine began to see guests again.
For three days in a row, female relatives came to visit.
Mrs. Tian came to the door on the first day. She came to visit Nangong Yue, and she also wanted Nangong Yue to help persuade Xiao Yi.
The next day came the old general Hu's wife and daughter-in-law. The Hu family and the Meng family were relatives by marriage. Dedicated.
On the third day, Mrs. An brought An Zhihua, a girl from An San, to visit.
An Zhihua wore a scarlet scarf sprinkled with golden hibiscus makeup today, and three thousand black silks were tied into a bun. The bun that seemed to be falling but not falling added a bit of charm to her, and she loved to laugh. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised.
I haven't seen her for three months, but An Zhihua looks a little prettier than before, like a half-waited peony, which will soon fully bloom.
"I have seen the princess."
Mrs. An and An Zhihua saluted Nangong Yuefu who was sitting at the head.
"Exemption." Nangong Yue accepted the full ceremony, and then raised her hand slightly, asking the mother and daughter of the An family to sit down.
"Thank you, Princess Concubine." Mrs. An thanked her calmly on the surface, but she was a little unhappy in her heart: her sister Hua is the future Princess Zhennan, and she will be the concubine's mother-in-law in half a month. If the concubine understands the rules, if she is really virtuous and understanding, she should be half-courteous to herself and her daughter.
Thinking about it, Mrs. An's eyes flashed with displeasure, and she sat down on the armchair beside An Zhihua, and said with a smile: "Sister Hua and I heard that the concubine is happy, so we came here specially to congratulate the concubine. If his mother's spirit in heaven knows, she will be pleased."
Mrs. An acted like an elder cousin, and then glanced at An Zhihua suggestively, and An Zhihua said: "Concubine Shizi, I personally made a small apron for my grandson in the past few days. I also hope that the concubine will not dislike her."
After she made a gesture, her personal maid immediately took a step forward holding a long mahogany box, and opened the long box. Inside the box was a big red apron embroidered with five poisons.
"Thank you, Cousin Hua." Nangong Yue thanked her with a smile.
A round-faced maidservant at the side stepped forward to take the long mahogany box, closed the box, and stepped aside with low eyebrows.
Seeing this, An Zhihua's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he didn't say anything.
The hall was quiet for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.
At this time, the servant girl brought hot tea, Mrs. An took a sip of the tea, and complimented politely: "It's really good tea. I'm afraid that such high-quality Pu'er tea can only be compared with the new Longjing tea from Jiangnan." She said enthusiastically He said, "Concubine Shizi, I happen to have some new Longjing tea this year in my mansion. I brought it here specially when I sent people to Jiangnan to invite everyone to come to Nanjiang to discuss piano. Why don't I bring some tea to Concubine Shizi after I return to the mansion?" How about the can?"
Mrs. An looked at Nangong Yue with a smile. On the surface, she was talking about tea, but in fact she deliberately mentioned this Master Xu.
Master Xu's name is Xu Luojin, and she and Shi Qingya are the two most famous piano masters in Dayu today. Their daughter is about to get married. In order to give her daughter a face, Mrs. An spent a lot of effort to invite him come over.
Nangong Yue is good at the piano, so she has naturally heard of Master Xu's name. She raised her brows slightly and asked casually, "But that Master Xu Luojin?"
Mrs. An hurriedly said: "Exactly. My sister Hua likes to play the piano the most on weekdays, so I invited everyone from a long distance to the mansion to discuss the piano, so that I can get close and lively with the ladies from various mansions. Unfortunately, recently People were panicked, I posted a few posts, and several mansions declined with excuses..." As she spoke, she frowned slightly, showing regret.
Recently, for the matter of the Meng Mansion, the Southern Border Army has searched and interrogated many mansions one after another, so that the city is full of turmoil, and even this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is not as lively as it used to be...
Nangong Yue smiled faintly, and said lightly, "I heard that Master Xu is very good at playing the piano, so my cousin Hua must have benefited a lot."
"I can learn a thing or two from everyone, and I have benefited a lot." An Zhihua bowed and said.
But Mrs. An choked for a moment. She brought her daughter here today, not just to visit Nangong Yue, the most important thing is to find out the truth. Said that this turmoil will not affect Anjia. I don't want Nangong Yue not to answer her words at all.
Mrs. An laughed dryly, and said nonchalantly: "Everyone Xu will be going back to Jiangnan in a few days. This opportunity is rare, why not..."
Nangong Yue looked at Mrs. An with a half-smile, a pair of clear and clear eyes seemed to see through her, interrupted her and said: "Don't worry, cousin, the son has a sense of propriety, and he will never miss father The king's wedding!"
There was a second silence in the hall, and the atmosphere was even more embarrassing. A trace of shame flashed under An Zhihua's half-drowned eyelids, and he twisted the handkerchief vigorously with both hands.
When Nangong Yue's words reached this point, Mrs. An felt a little resentful, so she couldn't say anything more, so she got up and said goodbye with An Zhihua.
Soon, the mother and daughter's carriage left Bixiaotang.
An Zhihua had been holding back for a long time when she was in Bixiaotang, and as soon as she left the mansion, she gritted her teeth and said, "Mother, have you chosen the maid for your daughter's dowry?"
As she said that, her eyes showed resentment. At the beginning, she also wanted to show her kindness to Nangong Yue, but Nangong Yue refused to eat the fine wine after making a toast. She must be afraid of herself.
Nangong Yue is narrow-minded, so there is no need for him to bow down to her.
Mrs. An patted her daughter's hand, gave a comforting smile, and said: "I have picked two, one is elegant and refined, and she knows how to answer gifts, just like a concubine; Things." Even a woman like her is tempted to see it, let alone those men, who doesn't cheat!
"Concubine Shizi is pregnant, but Master Shizi doesn't even have a concubine by his side. It's really unworthy!" Shaking his head, An Zhihua sighed disapprovingly, his expression finally softened.
The smile on Mrs. An's face deepened, and she said: "As the saying goes: 'The elders can't deny it', Sister Hua, when you pass the house, many things will come to fruition."
Hearing this, An Zhihua raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, his big bright eyes gleamed with a strange expression.
"What mother said is that there are some things that you can't just avoid if you want to." An Zhihua smiled meaningfully. Just now, Nangong Yue didn't even touch the little bellyband she gave her, but now it's probably thrown away long ago. right? But this bellyband is a dead object that can be thrown away, but it is different for a living person!
Amid the chatter and laughter of the An family's mother and daughter, the carriage gradually moved away...
An Zhihua was actually right, that little five-poison bellyband never had a chance to see the light of day, the round-faced maid named Haitang finished disposing of the mahogany long box, and went back to the living room to find Nangong Yue to return.
At this moment, there were two little maids who were cleaning up An's family's used teacups. When Haitang passed by, she glanced casually, and found that the tea in the tea gu was obviously full, and she hadn't drunk it at all.
She remembered that this seat was supposed to be—
An Zhihua.
She walked up to Nangong Yue and bent her knees to confess.
Nangong Yue raised her eyebrows and smiled with great interest, as if she had heard some funny joke, Que'er jokingly said, "Concubine An San, Miss An San is afraid that we will give her something in the tea!"
Huamei continued: "It is really to measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."
Nangong Yue put down the teacup, did not answer, but said with a smile: "Come with me for a walk."
Haitang was the closest to Nangong Yue, but when she heard the words, she took a step back and let Baihui come up to serve her.
Haitang is one of the secret guards that Xiao Yi asked Zhu Xingxin to pick for Nangong Yue, and she stays by her side as a first-class maid, but Haitang knows that she is definitely not as good as Baihui and the others in front of the concubine, so after coming, Very obedient, without competing for the first.
Baihui carefully helped Nangong Yue up, followed by the master and servants out of the hall, and went to the small garden leisurely...
In the days that followed, Bixiaotang became quiet again, Nangong Yue only occasionally received one or two greeting cards, and in her spare time, she would listen to operas with Fu Yunyan, play music with Xiao Fei, or make small clothes, living a leisurely life At ease, but not in the palace.
As September approaches, it means that King Zhennan's wedding is approaching. Even if it is a continuation, it is the most important event in the palace this year.
Nangong Yue happened to be a hand-off shopkeeper by raising a baby, and ignored everything, and Wei Shi took care of all the wedding agenda. The Wei family has always been cautious in doing things, not seeking merit but seeking no fault, from wedding banquets, betrothal gifts to arranging new houses, etc., everything is done according to the rules set by Nangong Yue at the beginning...
In the blink of an eye, it was already the 25th of August, and the wedding was only half a month away. All the dowry gifts were ready, and they were ready to be recruited.
But who would have thought that something unexpected happened!
The future concubine, the third daughter of the An family, suddenly fell ill, and the illness was still serious.
It is said that on August 18th, An Zhihua fell ill after returning from visiting the imperial concubine in Bixiaotang. At first, she just had a slight cough. It's getting heavier and heavier, it's only been seven days, and I'm already too sick to get out of bed...
Seeing that the wedding date is approaching day by day, King Zhennan is inevitably a little anxious, for fear that the wedding will cause some changes.
Originally, according to the rules, Nangong Yue, the head mother, should go to Anfu to visit An Zhihua, but Zhennan Wang was afraid that his precious grandson would be overwhelmed by illness, so after thinking about it, he simply asked Mrs. Qiao to take his second daughter-in-law, Zhou Roujia. .
When they arrived at An's mansion, Mrs. An personally led the two of them to An Zhihua's boudoir.
An Zhihua was really seriously ill, lying on the bed with a pale face, as if in a nightmare, groaning and raving in pain from time to time.
They didn't stay in the house for long, Mrs. An quickly led the two of them out of the house, and the faces of the three of them were a little dignified.
The air outside the house was much fresher than that inside the house, but it couldn't relieve the heavy mood of the three of them.
"Mrs. An, I don't know what kind of disease Lingmei is suffering from?" Zhou Roujia asked worriedly.
Mrs. An took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a sob: "My poor daughter, I have already invited all the famous doctors in Luoyue City to see them, and they are all helpless. I can't tell what kind of disease I have..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a little servant girl ran over panting and said, "Madam, Master Jingyuan is here."
Mrs. An seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "Please! Hurry up and ask Master to come in!"
After the little maid took the order, she ran away in a hurry.
Mrs. An met the eyes of Mrs. Qiao and Zhou Roujia, and explained with a frown: "Master Jingyuan is a master of Taoism, with profound Taoism. He travels around the world on weekdays, and his whereabouts are unpredictable. This painting My sister is seriously ill, and she is not well. I heard that the master happened to go to Xing'an City to give lectures, so I hurriedly sent someone to Xing'an City to invite the master to pray for her... "
Mrs. Qiao immediately looked serious, and said: "Since you are a master of Taoism, please hurry up and ask the master to show Miss An San. Since this doctor can't see what's wrong, maybe he's contaminated with something... Don't do it. clean stuff."
While speaking, I saw the little maid from just now came back, followed by a silver-haired Taoist nun in a gray Taoist robe.
It turned out that the master Mrs. An spoke of turned out to be a Taoist nun!
The astonishment in Zhou Roujia's eyes flashed, and she looked at the Taoist nun carefully, but she didn't look like an ordinary woman.
I saw that her snow-like silver hair was combed into a neat taoist bun, and only a bamboo hairpin was inserted. Seeing that she was already covered with silver threads, she seemed to have entered the age of seventy, but she was tall and straight, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and fair skin. His face was smooth without any wrinkles, and he looked as if he was only in his forties. As he walked, his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the dust whisk in his hand fluttered.
"Master Jingyuan." Mrs. An respectfully saluted the nun.
Master Jingyuan nodded slightly, and said: "You are too polite, layman. Human life is at stake, and I ask layman to lead the poor way."
Mrs. An thanked Master Jingyuan respectfully, and then led her into An Zhihua's boudoir, followed by Zhou Roujia and Mrs. Qiao.
Master Jingyuan waved his whisk and walked around the room, but his brows became tighter and tighter. Finally, his eyes stopped on An Zhihua's unconscious face, and he asked Mrs. An, "Layman, how dare you ask Ling Ai?" Horoscope? Also, where did Ling Ai go before she got sick?"
Mrs. An was stunned for a moment, and said her daughter's horoscope. During the conversation, her eyes turned red again, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and continued: "On August 18th, my little girl went to Bixiao Hall of the Prince's Mansion to meet the Crown Princess, and she began to feel unwell after returning..."
There is only one imperial concubine in southern Xinjiang. Grandmaster Jingyuan nodded slightly, raised his left hand, moved his fingers, seemed to be counting something, and then asked: "Is the imperial concubine pregnant?"
"Exactly." Mrs. Qiao blurted out and replied, looking at Master Jing Yuan's eyes full of reverence, "Master is really profound in Daoism, and has clever calculations!"
Master Jing Yuan made some calculations again, and sighed faintly: "Layman, if the calculation is correct, Ling Ai is probably rushed by the child in the womb of the imperial concubine."
Hearing this, Mrs. An and Mrs. Qiao stared blankly, and asked in unison: "Master, what should we do then?"
Mrs. Qiao looked more anxious than Mrs. An: "It is only half a month before the wedding. Master, Miss An San will marry into Zhennan Palace in half a month."
Master Jing Yuan frowned and glanced at Mrs. Qiao, and taught: "Marriage is a small matter, but life is a big matter. Miss Ansan and the child in the womb of the concubine have conflicting destiny. It’s better for the concubine to avoid it for a while..." As she spoke, she made some calculations again, "At least we must avoid it until the child is born. Otherwise, Miss An San's life will be in danger!"