MTL - The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon-Chapter 217 218: What kind of madness is this?

  Chapter 217 218: What kind of crazy is this smoking

  What a beauty should look like should be like Song Zhaoyi.

   There are many daughters with amazing facial features, but Song Zhaoyi is not only beautiful, but her beauty has a unique charm, which is unforgettable at a glance.

  Whether the people present liked her or not, they couldn't help thinking that if they were men, they wouldn't let go of such a beauty.

  Thinking about it this way, some people's faces became even uglier.

  They are like this as women, let alone Your Majesty.

  Concubine Wan's eyes flicked over the pearls in Yun Zhao's hair, she paused for a moment, and then said, "Song Zhaoyi is pregnant, let's sit down and talk."

   "Miss Concubine Xie Wan." Song Yunzhao took her seat calmly. She could feel all kinds of eyes falling on her, and she also saw Han Jinyi and the three of them in the crowd.

  She had just taken her seat, followed by Concubine Zhuang and Concubine Shu.

  Welching people in, Concubine Zhuang saw Song Yunzhao first, she was too conspicuous for those who couldn't help being present, looking at her almost glowing face, Concubine Zhuang slightly pursed her lips and looked away.

   This Song Yunzhao entered the palace to annoy people. Has anyone else seen someone who is as radiant as her and seems more beautiful when she is pregnant? She really is a vixen.

  The streets outside the palace are full of fragrant cars, rich and powerful, and inside the palace, there are gorgeous clothes in high buns, and there are groups of ladies. The palace people who serve are even more careful, and dare not make the slightest mistake.

  Concubine Wan was the first concubine among the three concubines to hold a banquet after arriving at the palace. There were an endless stream of people who came here today, each with their own thoughts.

  Especially Song Yunzhao felt that he had become a national treasure. No matter who he was, he would look at her again and again. The eyes were either curious or disdainful, and they were always uncomfortable when they fell on him.

   In the final analysis, the status of her natal family is not high enough, and her background is not deep enough, so these people look down on her.

  Even if she is pregnant, but the child has not yet been born, I don't know if it is a boy or a girl, and I don't know how the emperor will seal her. All the unknown uncertainties fall on her, so everyone's attitude towards her is very subtle.

  Song Yunzhao understands this kind of subtlety very well. It’s like everyone started on the same track. Although she started slowly, her speed increased extremely fast. Unless she can maintain her advantage until the end, otherwise it will be reduced to a joke.

  No one can maintain the peak state all the time, just as flowers do not have a hundred days, life is not all about flowering.

  Concubine Wan is an elegant person. At this time, there are already actors playing musical instruments, and the sound of silk and bamboo is softly and soothingly gliding past everyone's ears.

  When all the people arrived, Concubine Wan asked someone to set a table and serve delicious food and wine, and also asked someone to set a tea table in the hall.

  Soon several long rosewood tables were brought up, and Le Chun led the palace people to place tea cups of various colors on them like flowing water. In the center of the table was a whole row of tea pots made of white jade. The names of various teas were pasted on the tea pots.

   This posture actually requires individuals to choose and make tea by themselves, and do the whole process by themselves. It feels novel after watching it, and the atmosphere suddenly rises.

  Song Yunzhao glanced at Concubine Wan, this kind of tea banquet is unique, an idea that only elegant people can come up with.

  However, although the table line is very long, there are teacups and tea pots on the table, as well as a stove that is burning vigorously. She, a pregnant woman, still doesn't want to join in the fun.

  So when everyone went to make tea in person, Yun Zhao sat in the same place as motionless as a mountain.

   "Hey, Song Zhaoyi doesn't like this kind of tea banquet?"

  Someone in the crowd suddenly uttered a voice, and many people's eyes fell on Yun Zhao instantly, and they saw that she was still where she was.

  There were too many people, not only the concubines, but also noble ladies and girls from various families, Yun Zhao couldn't tell who said the words.

  Obviously the person who spoke was hiding in the crowd and shouted this voice, and he also knew this, so he was not afraid.

  The Song family did not come today, Concubine Wan invited only those who had orders.

  At this moment, Mrs. Wu Xinhou was wrapped in the crowd, she stared at Song Yunzhao from a distance, the smile on her face could not be suppressed, she just wanted to see the excitement of this Song Zhaoyi.

   Thinking of the increasingly difficult daughter-in-law at home, Mrs. Wu Xinhou was very upset. Before coming to the palace, Yan Liu gave birth and gave birth to a son.

  She thought that Song Qinghan couldn't bear it this time, so she deliberately asked Yan Liu to go to the main courtyard to announce the good news in person, just to provoke Song Qinghan to take action, so she could grasp the reason.

  Who knew that Song Qinghan never saw her, and was even "sick". This illness, Mrs. Song's third wife came to visit her at the house. Thinking of the way Mrs. Song looked at her at that time, now she feels angry.

  If she wasn't afraid of Song Zhaoyi, why would she endure the mother and daughter so much.

  Under the attention of everyone, Song Yunzhao raised his eyes and looked over at a leisurely pace, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, "Who was talking just now?"

Um?

   Everyone didn't expect Song Yunzhao to ask this first. Is this the point?

  The expressions of the people at the scene suddenly became subtle. You looked at me and you, but no one stood up.

  Yun Zhao chuckled, "I don't know which girl can say such ignorant words, let a pregnant woman squeeze the crowd, if there is a mistake in my unborn baby, can you afford it? Can you all afford it?"

  The venue was instantly quiet, only the sound of music was left.

  Song Zhaoyi's words were really strong, and it was inevitable that people couldn't hold back their face. The faces of the people present had changed a little.

  It’s just a Zhaoyi, so arrogant before the child is born, it really is a villain.

  Han Jinyi looked at Yun Zhao's face without a smile on her face, she immediately took a step forward, now she is a concubine anyway, and she is qualified to say a few words.

   "Miss Huang Liu, why are you not talking now?"

  Huang Mingxiu was hidden in the crowd, and at this moment she was called by name suddenly, and her face turned pale.

  Mrs. Yongjia Hou's face darkened when she heard Han Guibin's words, she pulled her daughter behind her, raised her head and said, "Han Guibin, what do you mean?"

   Mrs. Han immediately stepped forward when she saw it, and said with a soft smile: "Why is Mrs. Yongjia Hou nervous? Others can't hear it, but we people still remember the voice of Miss Six of your house. You can't even hear your own daughter's voice, right? It is said that your concubine has a good memory, and I remembered it after meeting Miss Huang Six a few times before entering the palace."

  Mrs. Yongjia Hou...Miss Huang Liu...

  Song Yunzhao remembered, this feeling is Chu Yuying's mother-in-law.

  Thinking about this, she turned her eyes to the crowd, oh, I didn't see Mrs. Dingnanbo, it seems that she didn't come to the banquet today.

  This is a bit interesting, she has never had any grudges with the Yongjia Hou Mansion, what kind of crazy is this Huang Liu girl?

  Song Yunzhao's eyes fell on Miss Huang Liu. She was a delicate-looking daughter, but she had a slightly unfriendly look in her eyes.

   Really interesting.

   Have a nice weekend, the second watch is over, my little cuties.

  (end of this chapter)