The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

Song Yexi didn't know her mother's plan, so she went to Yunzhao's house, and saw that Yunzhao's face was still pale, she was born pretty, but now she looked like a porcelain doll.

"Why is everyone's surname Song, but your face is really annoying." Song Yexi sat in front of the bed and looked more and more at Yun Zhao.

Song Yunzhao was really annoyed, "Otherwise I'll take off my face and exchange it with you."

Song Yexi snorted, "Who cares?"

Song Yunzhao and Song Yexi didn't have much contact with each other when they were in Nanyu. After all, the two families separated. Except for the New Year's Day, they didn't communicate frequently.

Song Yunzhao could see that Song Yexi was in a bad mood, and when he rolled his eyes, he knew that something must have happened in the uncle's mansion, so he asked curiously, "Sister Xi, how did you feel when you went to the uncle's mansion today? The noble family must be different from ours, right? Tell me, it will open my eyes."

Song Yexi could not say that he liked Song Yunzhao much before, but now being compared by Song Qinghan, he immediately felt that Yun Zhao was really kind and pitiful, and unconsciously got a little closer, saying: "That is to say, the mansion is a bit bigger than ours, and there are a little more servants than us, so there is nothing to say. When I recover from my illness, I will take you to see the Jing Garden in the capital. That will be grand."

Jingyuan...

Song Yunzhao knew that the most elegant place in the book was the favorite place of high officials and nobles. There were flowers in four seasons, and various gardens were highly praised. It was not inferior to Sanyuan Building, a place where gossip and accidents frequently occurred.

"Sister Xi has been to Jing Garden?"

"I used to go back to my grandfather's house with my mother, and my cousin took me there."

The two chatted a few gossips, Song Yexi saw that Song Yunzhao was not in good spirits and got up to leave.

After Song Yexi left, Mother Luo walked in quietly and said in a low voice, "Miss, something happened in the uncle's house today."

Song Yunzhao looked at Luo's mother, "Where did the news come from, mother?"

Luo's mother heard a few conversations between mother and daughter from the eldest lady, and then said: "The old slave went back to the west courtyard on the pretext of going back to get things, and only then did I know what happened..."

Hearing Mama Luo's words, Song Yunzhao gave a "tsk" in his heart. Song Jinxuan was a bit lucky, this man happened to be standing by the lotus pond today, and that man had no chance of colliding with her.

She also didn't expect that Chu Yuying would make a move when she wasn't there.

"Girl, this old slave feels that this matter is probably not over yet. The more there is no movement from Aunt Che, the more uneasy I feel." Mother Luo said softly.

Song Yunzhao nodded slightly, "Mom has taken good care of our people these past two days, don't go back to the west courtyard."

"What the girl said is that the old slave must be optimistic about people." Luo's mother nodded hurriedly, "Then, girl, when do you plan to return to the West Courtyard? You can't live here forever."

"Wait for daddy to return to Beijing." Song Yunzhao said.

"When the master returns to Beijing, someone will give justice to the girl. It's better to go back then." Mother Luo helped the girl to lie down, then blew out the lamp, lowered the curtain lightly, and said through the curtain, "Miss, let's go to bed early, and put incense on the night to watch the night."

Song Yunzhao closed his eyes and responded softly. He didn't sleep very soundly that night. There were all kinds of messes in his dreams. When he woke up, he couldn't remember anything, and his head was heavy.

Song Yunzhao continued to recover from his illness. After breakfast in the morning, the eldest lady came to see her and left in a hurry. Afterwards, Yunzhao got the news that the eldest lady had returned to her mother's house and brought Song Yexi with her.

Then the concubine daughters Song Lirong, Song Hongjiao and Song Yunmei from the big house came to visit her, and the cousins ​​said something indifferent, and they left.

Song Yunzhao really had nothing to say to them. The Da Furen did not treat concubine daughters well but she did not treat them harshly either. Just hearing the names they heard, she knew that these daughters would all marry in the future, and the Da Furen's aunts were also submissively controlled by the Da Furen.

A few years ago, Song Hongjiao's biological mother, Aunt Luo, was born as a singing prostitute. She was good at singing and dancing, with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows. When looking at people, her eyes seemed to have hooks, which was very popular with her uncle.

When the eldest lady saw the little goblin, she turned around and picked a talented woman from the family of a scholar who had fallen into poverty.

When an educated person collides with an uneducated one, one has good looks and the other has talent, the two fight each other evenly, and the eldest lady immediately sits firmly on the Diaoyutai.

The Eldest Master has red sleeves to add fragrance, and a beautiful woman to accompany him to bed, and he is very satisfied with his new wife. Therefore, the position of the First Wife as the First Wife is even more unbreakable, even if the concubine's room is turbulent, she will not move.

Song Yunzhao sometimes thinks about it, the eldest wife is the most successful regular wife in the feudal society, the dowry is in the left hand, and the status is in the right hand, and there are some means to control the concubine's room and coax the husband. As long as he doesn't move, he is a winner in life.

It is the path of life she longs for.

Early the next morning, when she was still eating breakfast, Qian Cao rushed in and shouted excitedly, "Miss, the master has entered the mansion!"

Song Yunzhao was taken aback, so fast?

Aunt Che is good at it, and if you count the time, her father should have rushed there overnight, tsk tsk.

He didn't eat, and his hair was removed. Song Yunzhao changed into old clothes and went into the room to lie down. Thinking about it, he asked Qian Cao to bring a bronze mirror the size of a palm to take a look in the mirror. It would be better not to take a look.

She forgot that bronze mirrors are not as clear as the mercury mirrors of later generations. No matter whether your face is good or bad, it will be the same color in the bronze mirror.

Song Yunzhao got up again and went to the dressing table. Several maids were busy serving. She took out the white powder for face covering, carefully applied a layer on her face, and took a careful look in the mirror. There was nothing wrong with it.

Song Yunzhao found Luodai, took out a small silver knife and scraped off some of the powder, then crushed it with his fingertips, and patted it under his eyes in the mirror.

Jiangxiang and Qiancao were both stunned. In just a short while, the girl's face was much more haggard than in the morning, and she looked like she was recovering from a serious illness.

Song Yunzhao was very satisfied with his transformation, and then lay back down, counting the time, his father always had to deal with some things when he returned to Beijing, and when it was her turn, it would be an hour at the earliest.

She was just brewing up her emotions, so she could sue her severely.

It would be impossible for her to sue alone if she wanted to get out of Cai's control, but she was lucky, and what happened to Song Jinxuan in the uncle's residence, with Aunt Che as a murder weapon, her chances of success were half.

Just as I was thinking happily in my heart, a deep voice came from outside, "The girl lives here?"

Song Yunzhao was taken aback, it was the cheap father's voice, why did he arrive so soon?

She wasn't emotional yet.

"Slaves pay homage to the master."

Song Yunzhao heard the voices of Qiancao and Jiangxiang through a curtain. After being so dazed for a while, he felt his eyes go dark, and a tall figure stood in front of her.

Song Yunzhao looked at his father, and saw his eyes were red and his face was serious. When he met her eyes, the sternness disappeared in an instant, and he bent down to look at her, "Zhaozhao, Daddy is late, how are you doing?"