Why doesn't this king's concubine compete for favor?

Chapter 20 An Immature Little Conjecture
"It seems to be called Qiaoqiao." Shu Ling said.

Jiang's heart sank:
"Isn't she sent to a remote hospital? Where did you see her?"

Shu Ling recalled carefully:
"I saw her outside the dining room in the east courtyard, and I thought she was a bit weird."

Jiang Xin thought for a while, the East Courtyard is not close here, it doesn't matter, Qiaoqiao can't easily come to Juhua Palace, she is not worried.

Even though she comforted herself like this, Jiang Xin still felt a little up and down in her heart.

At noon, Shu Ling stayed to have lunch with Jiang Xin. Shu Ling talked a lot and densely. From Shu Ling's mouth, Jiang Xin knew the dynasty background of this novel and learned a lot of things that she hadn't described in depth at the time. detail.

This gave her a fuller and three-dimensional understanding of the environment she was in now.

Inside the Nuanyang Hall, dishes were served one after another, steaming hot, fragrant, very tempting and delicious, Jiang Xin's gluttons were quickly hooked out.

But Jiang Xin has a lot of things to eat, so she must have a sense of ritual. In modern times, whenever she eats, she must open a can of iced cola. If there is no iced cola, then a can of iced juice. , otherwise you won’t be able to eat, this good habit must be maintained, even if you are here now, you can’t give up, after all, such a big palace is not without this condition.

This point has been explained to her subordinates since the first day she first came here.

She gestured to Zhuqing, and Zhuqing hurried over with a bone china cup, and placed it in front of Jiang Xin in an even manner.

Jiang Xin probed the wall of the cup with her hands, it was still cold, and the heat preservation effect was excellent. When she opened the lid of the cup, unmelted ice cubes could still be seen faintly inside, and a scent of chrysanthemum wafted out. Jiang Xin was very satisfied, and Shu Ling explain:

"This is iced chrysanthemum honey tea. It's the most refreshing drink in summer. How about some?" Jiang Xin said, about to pour a cup for Shu Ling.

Shu Ling quickly said:
"It's too cold, women can't drink too cold, be careful." Shu Ling approached Jiang Xin, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and continued:
"Easily infertile."

Jiang Xin laughed, and didn't bother to explain so much to her, she turned her head and picked up the cup to drink it all down, when she suddenly thought of something, she asked Zhu Qing:

"Where is this cold drink made? I remember that there are plenty of ice cubes on weekdays, and it's almost melted today."

Zhuqing was startled, afraid of offending the nobleman, she quickly leaned over and replied:

"Today, the ice in Juhua Palace is not enough. It is made by the dining room in the east courtyard. The road is farther than usual, so I was delayed on the road for some time, and some of the ice melted. The ice in Juhua Palace will be gone tonight." Make up, if the nobles don't like it, the slaves will let them make another portion."

Jiang Xin silently put down the porcelain cup, stared at the rippling chrysanthemums in the porcelain cup, thought about what Zhuqing said, and kept silent.

Zhuqing was extremely nervous, she hadn't fully figured out the temper of the nobleman during the past few days of serving, and she was afraid that she might make a mistake.

Shu Ling was even more puzzled, and asked:
"What's the matter, sister Xin?"

Jiang Xin slowly looked up at Shu Ling, then fixedly looked at her, and said:
"I just remembered what you said to me today, and I had an immature little guess."

"What?" Shu Ling was even more confused.

Jiang Xin raised her hand, quickly pulled out a silver hairpin from Shu Ling's head, and said:

"I'm sorry Shu Ling, I'll use this for you."

Before Shu Ling could react, Jiang Xin inserted the silver hairpin into the porcelain vase, and in an instant, the tip of the silver hairpin that touched the chrysanthemum honey tea was immediately black.

(End of this chapter)