Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"The Queen Mother gave each one a brocade."

"Weaving brocade?" Du Qingheng had a reaction when she heard this. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that there were two people behind Mother Song, who were holding light red cloth in their hands.

The weaving brocade is a good piece of cloth. Dashun received a few tributes in total. The emperor also rewarded the queen. For this reason, Du Qingheng still cursed Du Xuechun in the palace for several days, but he didn’t expect Du Xuechun to be so generous. Just casually rewarded others with that weaving brocade.

Du Qingheng got up from the seat and couldn't wait to walk over, touching the soft material, with a secret joy in his heart: "Why did she suddenly change her sex? She was willing to send me such a good material? Now I know to cheat me?"

"Well, this..."

With such arrogant words, Mother Song glanced at the people in Kunning Palace who were still here, and some didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Du Qingheng hadn’t noticed Mother Song’s abnormality. He waved his hand and summoned the maids who were serving him, and asked them to take the cloth from those people: “Hmph, this palace is a noble concubine. Even if she is a queen, I have to give it to Ben. The palace is kind of face, this cloth is accepted by the palace."

After the people from Kunning Palace retreated, Mother Song stepped forward and got a new piece of cloth. Du Qingheng was in a great mood, basking in the sun leisurely, and felt that Du Xuechun finally knew she was amazing.

"Niang, this weaving brocade... the empress gave a horse to every little lord in the harem."

Mother Song said tremblingly, for fear that she would accidentally touch her inverted scales, but this was a fact, and she couldn't help but tell.

Du Qingheng's look of enjoyment suddenly changed. She quickly sat up, with a haze on her face: "What do you mean? For each palace? Not alone in this palace?"

Mother Song lowered her head, a little frightened, nodded, and replied bitterly: "Yes, Niangniang, even for those beautiful ladies who have just been promoted, the Queen Niangniang will replace it with a brocade that is not inferior to the weaving brocade. One man."

"bump!"

The hot teapot fell to the ground, and there was still steaming tea. Only a few seconds after it fell to the ground, there was a burst of white smoke that mixed with the melting snow on the ground.

"The **** anger, the **** anger."

"What does she mean?!" Du Qingheng's face was full of anger and menacing, "Does this mean that this palace is like those of low status? Actually also gave them a weaving brocade! This palace is a noble concubine! Those servants, How can you compare to this palace!"

It was really uncomfortable to hear such harsh and bitter words, even Mother Song rolled her eyes secretly.

It wasn't until the head of the internal affairs department brought someone to deliver the quilts and charcoal fires, that Mother Song reminded her: "Niang, the people from the internal affairs department are here."

As soon as Du Qingheng turned her head, she saw that the young manager in the blue robe was bringing people in. She immediately converged her vixen and sat back on the chair.

"The imperial concubine, this is the charcoal fire and the quilt for this month, here are the examples of Yanxi Palace, please count them."

Du Qingheng raised her head, and Mother Song immediately took the order and went to check the things they had brought.

It's not bad indeed.

Mother Song checked it again, and then returned to her: "Niang, there is no problem."

"Since there is no problem, the minions retired and have to send them to the honorable person."

When the leading **** finished speaking, he turned and left.

"and many more."

Du Qingheng stopped them suddenly, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and the leading **** was frightened.

"The honourable person is from my Yanxi Palace, so don’t bother your father-in-law, you can take one more trip. It's better to put it in this palace together. The palace will ask someone to give it to the honourable person."

"This……"

Du Qingheng's abnormal behavior caused the father-in-law to wonder for a while, when was Du Guifei so empathetic? I'm afraid there is something tricky in it.

Seeing his father-in-law's hesitant look, Du Qingheng slowly pulled his face down, very upset: "What? You don't believe in this palace? Is it possible that this palace will steal a little bit of charcoal fire? Is it someone who lacks such a little charcoal fire!"

The anger made her feel a little scared in her heart, so she hurriedly replied: "Hui Niangniang, the slave dare not, the slave dare not, since the mother has already said this, the slave dare not refuse."

The father-in-law turned and shouted outside: "Bring in the honorable person's things!"

After a while, these people put the charcoal fires and quilts that belonged to the Jiagui people in front of Du Qingheng. Looking at these brand-new quilts and the charcoal fires for the winter, Du Qingheng smiled, but the smile always gave people a kind of disgust. A feeling of kindness.

"Niang, everything is here."

"Okay, just put it in this palace, you can retreat."

The father-in-law in charge was still a little worried: "Niang, the Jiagui person is still ill, and has urged the House of Internal Affairs to send charcoal fire several times. This charcoal fire..."

"Is it annoying? I can't really swallow these things!" Du Qingheng said impatiently, the father-in-law did not dare to say anything.

"Don't dare, if that's the case, then the minions will retire first."

After all the noisy things were done, Du Qingheng felt a bit cold sitting outside even if there was a brazier next to him, so he got up and went back to the house.

Mother Song put all the items in the Yanxi Palace example into the warehouse, and when she came back, she saw the items belonging to the nobles in the yard, and she was a little bit confused.

"Niangniang, something to commend noble people..."

"Put it into the warehouse together." Du Qingheng responded without hesitation.

Sister Song was taken aback for a moment: "But, the father-in-law said, these charcoal fires have been urged on the charcoal fire several times, are they really not given to them?"

Du Qingheng turned his head faintly, sneered, and looked at her: "Didn't she approach the queen? The empress will not treat her badly. Is it possible that there is still such a lack of charcoal fire? The Yanxi Palace is so big, the most should be missing Who is this person, Mother Song should know better than this palace?"

This means that you are going to embezzle the honorable person.

Where does Mother Song dare to violate her meaning? I can only move those things into the warehouse obediently, as if nothing happened.

Not far away, in the house of the nobleman

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... cough cough cough cough cough"

The violent coughing sound came out frequently. The Jiagui had been lying in bed for three days, but the fever was still low, and the music went round and round in a hurry.

She lay all day and night, she couldn't even drink a sip of water, let alone eat, she didn't have the strength to speak, her voice was hoarse and small.

"Happy... Happy..."

Hearing her yelling, Leer, who was putting cold potion on her, hurried to the bedside: "Little lord, where are the servants, what do you want from the lord?"

Le Er can’t keep an eye on these few days, staying by the Jiagui people day and night, the little lord’s situation is getting worse day by day. Although it is just a slight wind and cold, because the charcoal fire is not available, there is no sign of improvement. According to If this goes on, even this cold wind can kill people.

"Cold... so cold, I'm so cold..."