Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Dark clouds obscured the sun, the cold wind was bitter, and the sky was still clear yesterday, but today there are faint signs of heavy snow falling.

"Sister, yesterday the emperor told me to remind Mingying to bring more clothes. I still think it's unnecessary. Now it seems that the emperor thinks well."

Yesterday the two reconciled, and the happiest one was Wang Chuan. Today, I can’t help but say a few words for Feng Xuan Che. How can Du Xuechun not see it, raised his hand and nodded Wang Chuan’s forehead, and said: Take a look at what fascination soup Feng Xuan Che has poured into you, and speak for him like this, where did you put my sister in his heart?"

"Sister is naturally the first." Wangchuan touched his head, speaking sincerely.

The past is in front of us, and the appearance of Wangchuan who died for herself at a young age is vivid. Du Xuechun was taken aback, and her heart was a little flustered. She worried that everything now is just her own dream, when the big dream first awakened. It was Du Qingheng and Feng Xuanming's ugly faces.

"Sister?" Wang Chuan didn't know what Du Xuechun thought of, her eyes were so distraught, she couldn't help but anxiously said for fear of something wrong with her.

After regaining his senses, Du Xuechun had lost his emotions, and smiled lightly at the fox fur that was tightly wrapped around him, and said, "It's nothing, let's see how Mingying is doing. Before it snows, we will return to the palace as soon as possible."

Not long after Mingying packed up, Wangchuan also led the carriage to the gate of Meiyuan, Zhumen slowly closed, and all the scenery in the garden was cut off. Du Xuechun raised his head to look at the haze sky, worries and worries in his heart. He sighed and was blown away by the cold wind.

"Sister, can you sit still? I'm leaving." Wang Chuan's voice passed through the curtain, slightly muffled, and Du Xuechun whispered, "Let's go."

After returning to the palace to learn that Concubine Shu was imprisoned for three days, Du Xuechun thought for a while and knew what happened in the palace on the day she left.

"Niang, Concubine Xian is dead." Mingying hurriedly handed over the small scroll in her hand to Du Xuechun, standing quietly aside.

Du Xuechun threw the paper into the charcoal basin, and the fire snake swallowed it instantly, but in just one day, one life was missing in the palace, and this palace was indeed a cannibal palace.

Holding the stove in her hand, she walked to the door, and it was gloomy for a long time. Just after noon, there was a little snow, one after another.

"Order to go down and be buried in a decent way." Concubine Xian is just a scapegoat. The emperor has just ascended the throne. Concubine Xian has no children, and her father's identity is not enough to allow her to stand firmly in the harem. That's it.

"How is Xue Lan?" Thinking of the girl covered in blood that day, Du Xuechun felt annoyed in her heart. The prison was dark and damp, and Xue Lan was very poisonous again, and the day must be difficult.

"I don't know." Mingying said softly with a dim expression.

Late at night, Yanxi Palace.

At that time, the goose feathers and heavy snow had already fallen, and the palace sceneries were wrapped in silver clothes. Du Qingheng held the letter sent secretly by his father Du Heng in his hand.

What the letter said is also clear. Now that Taifu Xue is missing, it is not a good thing for Xiangfu. It is always good to prepare earlier.

"Daddy meant to let me walk more with my sister. After all, they are close relatives and sisters who should take care of each other in the palace."

Thinking that Du Xuechun had lost so much money to her and the Du family a few days ago, Du Qingheng felt resentful in his heart, fearing that his father could not sit still, so he sent someone to deliver the letter.

"The queen mother is pregnant with a child, and it is indeed time to take care of it." Mu Chen heard the meaning of Du Qingheng's words, "It's just that the mother should think more about herself."

"Why don't the empress walk around with Empress Shu."

Concubine Xian is dead, and now Zhang Wan'er is alone, and forming an alliance with her at this time can indeed be used. Du Qingheng thinks a little bit, and ordered Mu Shen to go with her to Zhang Wan'er's residence.

The maid who took care of Zhang Wan'er seemed to be different from the past. Du Qingheng didn't care much. The staff in the palace changed but it was commonplace. Before Mu Shen came, the people around her also changed batch after batch.

Thinking of this, Du Qingheng took a deep look at Mu Shen who followed him. The little **** arched slightly, with a slightly restrained expression, as if he had always been this unremarkable appearance, which made her want to study deeply.

"For slaves, please refer to the concubine of Liang." Zhang Wan'er's new maid behaved very generously, well-mannered, and it was easy to pick up. Du Qingheng didn't come to make trouble today, so he said bluntly: "I heard that my sister was unwell these past few days. I brought some good supplements to see my sister."

"Today Xueda, the empress fell asleep earlier, so the slave and maidservant went to report." Bai Ling was also clever, and when Du Qingheng nodded, she turned around and went in to report. Not long after the lights in the room turned on, Bai Ling obediently said: "Please, please."

Zhang Wan'er was dressed in a single coat and a blanket. Seeing Du Qingheng coming in, her expression was unclear, and she said, "The imperial concubine is here so late, what's the matter?"

"All retreat." Du Qingheng waved his hand to make everyone retreat. Mu Chen retired with a few maids. For a while, only Du Qingheng and Zhang Wan'er were left in the house.

The charcoal basin in the room was a little dim. Zhang Wan'er felt a little cold, so she tightened the blanket on her body and looked at Du Qingheng with some caution.

The two of them are usually not so close, and since they have just been punished by the emperor, there is no clue as to who wants to harm her. Du Qingheng's sudden visit does not seem so simple.

"Sister doesn't need to be so vigilant." Du Qingheng walked to the side chair and sat down, as if she was the owner of this house.

Actually, she grew up in fine clothes and food, and until Du Xuechun came back, she was a daughter of the Xiangfu, and she was probably used to arrogance.

"You and I are in this Yanxi Palace, seeing each other day by day. It's fate." Du Qingheng tapped the table with his fingertips, as if thinking about something. Zhang Wan'er couldn't figure out her purpose and didn't speak. Listen silently.

"There is no one here, and I am not going around the corners. The love of sisters in this deep palace is just a joke. I came today to ask you, do you want to cooperate with me?"

Cooperation? Zhang Wan'er was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to her senses. The women in the palace, except the queen, may be able to cooperate. The emperor only has Du Xuechun in his heart, and the others naturally have to find a way to win the emperor's favor.

Just cooperating with Du Qingheng, a little carelessness will hurt herself, this woman is not a good kind.

The death of the concubine and concubine Hui made the people in the palace panic. Among the four concubines, she and the concubine De were the only ones left.

Du Qingheng wants to fight the queen, and can cooperate, isn't he the only one left?

Thinking about the key and her current situation, Zhang Waner can only choose to cooperate with Du Qingheng.

"The imperial concubine came late at night, so sincere, how can my sister refuse."

The two looked at each other and smiled, all before, as if they were deeply buried by the snow.

There was a resurgence outside the window, and Mu Chen gently knocked on the door, "Two empresses, it's time for you to rest earlier."

"The imperial concubine, go slowly." Zhang Wan'er got up, "Sister is inconvenient to send me off, I'm sorry for you."

After a short while, Yanxi Palace plunged into darkness. After tonight, I don't know what it was like.