king's concubine

Chapter 68 The Three Princes Visit 1
"What?!" Rong Huazheng was dumbfounded, and then her pretty face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter melon shape, bargaining: "Master, didn't you just tell me to memorize the "Wanxiu Nuhong"? Now you need to embroider fifty pieces of this ghost thing? Even if you have twelve hours in one night, it is impossible to do it!"

Aunt Ye folded her arms around her chest, "I didn't intend to take back what I said. Anyway, what I ordered today must be the same tomorrow morning!" He walked away coldly.

"Hey, master..." Rong Huazheng shouted again without giving up, praying for Aunt Ye to change her mind and give her pity.

"Ma'am..." Ling'er looked at the figure that had disappeared at the door, and shouted timidly.

"My life is so miserable?!" Rong Huazheng wailed up to the sky. She really wanted to throw away the things in her hands at this moment, but she knew she couldn't do that, and she still owed Yu Wencan a 12 taels of silver. As for Ziyi and a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, if she doesn't get rid of a robe within a month, even if she buys it, she won't have so much money to pay back!

Therefore, although Rong Huazheng felt sad, but she speeded up her hands, during which time her fingers were pierced countless times by needles, and after two hours, when the Palace of Gongjin had already started to hold the lamp, she did it. Less than thirty flowers.When No.30 came out, Rong Huazheng's hands were too numb to move, so he shook his hands vigorously, and after the numbness passed, he checked each flower according to the number he wrote down, and finally took out the first flower Comparing it with the last one, I found that there is no improvement, at most, the stitching is a little more neat, and the color is a little more coordinated. Compared with the one embroidered by Aunt Ye, it is a thousand miles away.

Rong Huazheng looked at her work sadly, and suddenly became extremely depressed.

At this time, a servant girl rushed over and said to Rong Huazheng: "Madam, the kitchen has already prepared meals, the prince told you to go to the main hall to eat now."

When Rong Huazheng heard it, he suddenly realized that his stomach was croaking with hunger, and then he didn't care about the things in his hands, jumped up, and ran back to the main hall in a hurry.

"Sister Zheng..."

"Sister Zheng..."

She had just stepped into the main hall, and before she could raise her head, she heard two little boys, one big and one small, calling her.

Rong Huazheng nodded towards Xiao Xiyan, his eyes lit up when he saw Rong Huating standing up to greet him, he hurriedly came to him, took his hand and touched it, then smiled and said: "Burn it!" Finally retreated, and the wind and cold also went."

"En." Rong Huating pulled the corners of his lips, but his eyes looked aside timidly.This was the first time he saw the legendary ghost king, but if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't know that he turned out to be like this, handsome as a god.

Rong Huazheng followed his gaze, but seeing that it was Yu Wencan, she scoffed and turned her head away.

"Sister Zheng..." The little devil sitting on the side saw Rong Huazheng coming in and didn't talk to him for so long, mumbling his small mouth and blinking his big eyes moistly.

"The little ghost just woke up now after sleeping?" Rong Huazheng carried him back to the room with his own hands before going to bed, and returned to his room to sleep after making sure that he was asleep.

"Sister Zheng, your hand hurts." The little ghost didn't give Ronghua Zheng a chance to make fun of him, and instead of answering, he pointed at his arm pitifully.

Rong Huazheng raised an eyebrow, with a half-smile, "So?"

The little devil now really wants to put his hands on his fingers, but he can't move his left hand and can only lower his head, and said in a childish voice: "Sister Zheng, can you feed me?"

This little brat is promising, obviously he can eat with his right hand, but now he wants to feed him by himself, is he getting back as he lives?

Rong Huazheng didn't answer, and pulled the embarrassed Rong Huating to sit beside her, pinched the face of the little devil's head behind her, and said mercilessly: "No, eat by yourself!"

The little ghost glanced at Rong Huating who ran out of nowhere, and said angrily: "But my hand hurts!"

"It's your left hand that hurts." Rong Huazheng pinched his little nose sideways, waving his index finger in front of him, and said resolutely: "If you want to inherit your father's mantle, you must learn to do it yourself from an early age. do it yourself."

The little ghost felt aggrieved, and stared at Rong Huating from time to time, seeing Rong Huating timidly keeping his eyes on the ground, he turned his head and asked his favorite brother for help.

Yu Wencan looked at the three people sitting in front of him calmly, turned his head to Xia Hou and said, "Since everyone is here, let's serve the food."

Rong Huazheng turned around and cleaned his hands on the water tray beside him, and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Qinghe Chicken." Yu Wencan replied flatly.

Rong Huazheng hated what happened in the afternoon, even after hearing his answer, she didn't even glance at him, and asked Xia Houguo twice with a hum, "Officer Xia, do you have some porridge?"

"Yes, my lord knows that my wife may not have much appetite at night, so I specially asked someone to cook snow swallow porridge." Xia Houguo replied blankly, but he was actually smiling bitterly in his heart. He really hoped that his wife would not be in front of the lord. If you ignore the prince and make up for him, he will die an ugly death.

"Hmph!" Hearing that Yu Wencan was everywhere in Xiahou's words, Rong Huazheng coldly glanced away.

"Sister Zheng?" Rong Huating was a little stunned, how dare sister Zheng get angry with the ghost king, she is not afraid... Rong Huating recalled the rumor that several wives of the ghost king were thrown into mass graves because they offended him Buried alive, fearing that Rong Huazheng would say something outrageous, she hastily reached out her hand to cover her lips, and whispered, "Sister Zheng, don't talk nonsense."

Yu Wencan glanced lightly at Rong Huating's palm, Rong Huating felt his gaze trembling, and his forehead was even stained with a few drops of sweat in winter.

Rong Huazheng was irritated by the hand on her mouth, her hair was full of black lines, but she knew that Rong Huating was also worried about something, so she didn't say much, took his hand and comforted: "Don't worry, it's okay."

"Oh." Rong Huating put his hands back on his thighs, nodded and remained silent.

When he woke up just now, he found himself lying in a very beautiful room. The quilt was warm and the stove was warm. The whole room was warm, not the cold snow in his consciousness.He couldn't believe it, and for a moment he thought he was dead and went to heaven, because he clearly remembered that his whole body was cold and hungry, his head was heavy, and his body was so cold that he didn't feel a little bit of ice. Kiss.But several servants who came in later told him that this was the Ghost King's Mansion, and that it was the Ghost King and his sister who brought him here.For a moment, he takes you into a trance again, a little unbelievable, until seeing Rong Huazheng appearing to have a real feeling.

Afterwards, there was no sound in the huge main hall. The little ghost grabbed Rong Huazheng's clothes and asked her to get closer to him and keep her away from the Ronghua Pavilion.
At this time, Xia Houguo led a group of people to bring the covered meal into the main hall, just in time to see his master's eyes sweeping over the face of Prince Xiyan, his eyes were deep and inexplicable.

Rong Huazheng was already hungry, and when she saw that something was being served, she asked someone to help her with the porridge and then picked up the bowl and wanted to pick up some food, but she forgot the dense needle marks on her right hand, and she just picked up the bowl. Because the porridge was freshly baked, even though it was through the bowl, she could still feel the burning pain in her hand.She took a deep breath, couldn't help but threw the bowl on the table, and then slapped her left hand desperately, trying to drive away the pain.

"Sister Zheng?!"

"lady?!"

Everyone was taken aback, and their eyes focused on her palm.

Yu Wencan pursed her lips without making a sound, but her cold eyes looked at Ling'er who happened to be behind Rong Huazheng calmly. Ling'er lowered her head when she received Yu Wencan's eyes, and said respectfully: "Madam was embroidering just now. I was stabbed several times by needles." In fact, she was being polite when she said several times, and Rong Huazheng almost poked herself dozens of times with needles.

Rong Huazheng looked at his palms that had been tortured so badly in just one afternoon, then looked at the porridge that was poured on the table exuding a tempting kiss, and called it a waste, thinking to himself what kind of porridge is this? The smell is so delicious and alluring.

Yu Wencan waved someone to bring her a new bowl of porridge, and when she elegantly picked up the spoon to drink the porridge, she said lightly: "Since you have no strength in your hands, don't hold the bowl to eat. There are several bowls in the palace. One of gold."

Rong Hua was so angry that he just took a sip of porridge and was immediately blocked by his words, it was extremely painful.

Yu Wencan glanced at her lightly, then slowly took out a bottle from his chest, raised his chin to her, and said, "If you don't want your hands to be destroyed, just rub this medicine." Throw the bottle to Ronghua Zheng.

Rong Huazheng originally wanted to have the guts to refuse, but when the bottle was thrown at her, the aroma made her eyes shine, and she couldn't wait to reach out to take it.When Yu Wencan applied Rong Huazheng's medicine, it felt cool and comfortable.What is rare is that the medicine is not only very effective, but also not greasy at all, it is dry and refreshing, very natural.The soreness on the palms of Rong Huazheng's palms dissipated a lot soon after eating, and even the dense pinholes that were punctured by needles and bled quickly healed.

Because Rong Huazheng only embroidered thirty flowers before eating, and according to Aunt Ye's order, she was going to embroider fifty today, so she didn't forget that she still had twenty flowers to embroider. She asked Linger to take the fabric and needles back to the room, and continued to work hard in the room with the fabric and needles.

After embroidering more than a dozen flowers, Rong Huazheng felt that she really couldn't bear it any longer, throwing things away, her whole body limp on the bed like a puddle of mud.

Ling'er watched from the side, and it was too late to continue embroidering a few flowers tomorrow, but... She looked at the book that had just been delivered in her hand, and hesitated to speak.

"Ling'er, go down and rest, I'm going to rest." Rong Huazheng felt drowsy after lying on the bed for a while, and waved her out so that no one would disturb her sleep.

"..." Ling'er looked at the book in her hand in embarrassment, bit her lip, and said: "Ma'am, the book that Aunt Ye wants you to read is here."

Rong Huazheng opened her closed eyes and looked up at Ling'er from bottom to top. When she glanced at her palm, she really saw a not-so-thin book.Rong Huazheng wondered why she forgot about this matter, pulled the quilt over her body annoyedly, covered her head and rolled on the pillow, "Ah! I'm going to die!"

(End of this chapter)