Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Du Xuechun was right. Du Qingheng hit a wall here, and she went to the Palace of Qinzheng to find Feng Xuanche the next day.

At that time, Feng Xuanche was handing over Yuanming to read, and Guo Yuanqing rushed to report: "The emperor, Concubine Du is here."

Feng Xuanche educates Yuan Ming with a straight face. Hearing the words Du Guifei, he slightly squinted his eyes, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but suddenly thought of what Du Xuechun said to him last night, vaguely able to guess Du Qingheng Why are you here for him?

"Send Yuan Ming back to the queen, Guo Yuanqing, let her in."

The close mother didn't dare to delay, she hurried away with Yuan Ming, Feng Xuan Che returned to the front hall, but after a while, Du Qingheng walked in in a splendid manner.

"See the emperor."

"Free of ceremony." Feng Xuan Che's long body and Yuli were intensively practicing calligraphy.

The fragrance in the temple is curled, not sandalwood, nor any kind of burning incense. The top note is fresh and the back note is intoxicating, but it is the fragrance that Du Qingheng has not smelled.

Seeing her coming in without saying a word for so long, Feng Xuanche frowned and said impatiently, "What's the matter with you?"

Du Qingheng was relieved from the intoxication, remembering the purpose of his coming here, winking like silk: "The emperor, the concubine wants to discuss with you about something, and want to ask the emperor's opinion."

"Say."

"Recently, a ready-to-wear shop called Lingyue Pavilion has emerged in Beijing. The materials in their house are all handmade and novel, even if they have never seen it in Beijing, there are many people who come here to buy it. A concubine mentioned this to the queen, but the empress said that the clothes were not in compliance with the rules and rejected the concubine."

"So the concubines want to come to discuss with the emperor. This New Year's Eve is coming soon. Seeing the concubines in the palaces, they should make new clothes. There are only a few tricks in the Shangyi Bureau every year. Everyone feels tired of wearing clothes. Well, so the concubine proposed that if not this year, let the materials of Lingyue Pavilion be used to make clothes for everyone? It is a change of taste, what does the emperor think?"

Du Qingheng is really the first person to be able to say so grandiosely.

She looked at Feng Xuan Che with expectation. She knew Feng Xuan Che would not go to her palace, so she had to come to him. In order to be able to come to the emperor, she used all the powder and chose her favorite. Her clothes, the best hairpins, I dress up all morning.

"No need to mention this matter. The queen told me last night."

If she said coldly, she instantly poured cold water on her and poured her from the top to the bottom, only feeling that the soles of her feet were cold.

Feng Xuanche straightened up slowly, her eyes deep as night, but she couldn't see a trace of emotion, as if she was speaking in a routine official business: "No need to discuss it, why don't you agree? The queen told you yesterday, the queen The answer is my answer. The concubine’s clothes and hair accessories are exquisite. As a noble concubine, it’s impossible not to know."

"But the emperor, everything at the New Year's Eve banquet is also the rules left by the ancestors. Isn't it against the rules for the empress to change the content without authorization, and just use their home materials. What is wrong, can't it be changed?"

Du Qingheng wanted to persuade Feng Xuanche, but he was obviously lacking in confidence. The more he talked to the end, the lower his voice.

"Change? Nobody in Shangyi Bureau eats plain rice. What do I ask them to do in the palace? The imperial concubine wants to change, why don't you change it yourself?"

"Chen concubine...Chen concubine..." Du Qingheng flinched, her gaze evasive, and she faltered for a long time, but she couldn't tell why.

Feng Xuanche glared at her coldly, then withdrew his gaze: "Okay, don't mention this matter anymore. Only this time, if I disagree, I disagree. You can withdraw."

After hitting a wall twice in a row, and with that impatient tone, where does Du Qingheng have the face to stay? Feng Xuanche didn't look up at her until she saluted and left.

Du Qingheng left the Palace of Qinzheng. On the way back, her face was angry, and the tassel around her ear was noisy and upset. She even pulled out the hairpin directly and threw it to the ground heavily.

The crystal beads quickly scattered on the ground, and a hairpin was scrapped like that, and the maid beside her immediately knelt on the ground, including the person behind her kneeling down, for fear that her anger would immediately involve herself. .

"Trash! You trash! The emperor doesn't have to look directly at this palace, and blame you for uselessness! I don't want you to inquire about news on weekdays! This palace is not favored, so don't think about your life!"

Du Qingheng kicked the **** closest to her, grinning, as if he was not favored and blamed these servants.

"Manny calm down..."

"Quiet your anger? It's light, that woman will never be able to calm down her anger if that woman doesn't come down from the position of Phoenix for a day!"

His long nails were sinking deep into the flesh, and a few drops of blood had dripped on the hard floor, as if they were strange red flowers blooming in the snow, but Du Qingheng seemed to feel no pain.

If she can't think of a way, the blue bird will not last long, she must let the emperor agree to this decision, otherwise the blue bird will not be able to compete with Xueyun.

Seeing a few figures who had just walked out of Shangyi Bureau not far away, Du Qingheng calmed down slowly

She bent her eyes to look at those people, and a faint outline formed in her heart: "Du Xuechun, you are pressing me everywhere. This time, my palace will let you taste the taste of being pressed by me!"

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Half a month's time is coming soon, and I haven't seen you for half a month, everyone looks ruddy and festive.

"The queen mother knew that I was weak, so she ordered the imperial doctor to send the best donkey-hide gelatin. I drank it for more than a month. When I came to Kuishui, there was no pain."

"What kind of blessing do you think you are? You see, the sisters here, which one is the same as you, we are in good shape and we don't need that thing."

"Shu Fei, you are obviously jealous of me!"

"I am jealous of Concubine De, what are you doing? My palace is not sunny, and in winter it is more like an ice cellar. The empress empress sympathizes with me, and every time I am sent to my palace with good coal, my sister in this palace Guys, even in the middle of winter, you can feel the warmth of the empress."

A group of people talked about Du Xuechun's kindness to them, just like a group of children. They couldn't fight for favor in front of the emperor. It was still possible to fight for favor in front of the emperor.

Du Xuechun looked at Concubine Shu and Concubine De who took the lead with a smile on her lips. There was really no way to deal with them.

"Go and bring the **** soup." She turned her head and confessed to Mingying.

Mingying took the order, and after going down for a while, he brought a few trays up with a few other palace ladies.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the **** soup that my mother ordered the royal dining room to make. Please try it."

Steaming **** soup was quickly distributed to everyone's hands, and a bowl was placed next to Du Xuechun.

"It’s cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter. It’s not good for you to go to Kunning Palace this time. You can drink **** soup to warm up your body first, and it’s not too late to get acquainted when your body gets warm.”