I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 11
A few days ago, she secretly overheard the argument between the concubine mother and the king father, and knew that brother Wang must be close to death if he went to Qianqiu.

The mother and concubine had a big fight with the father and the king because of this. She didn't want to see the father, the queen, the mother and the concubine quarreling, and she didn't want to see the brother have something to do.

Although she didn't understand why her father didn't like brother Jiuwang, but her father always loved her the most. If she went to Qianqiu, even if her father wanted to do something, he would be more worried.

This is the best way she can think of so far.

Quan Juan narrowed his eyes, his expression was unclear: "It's unnecessary."

Where does he need a little girl to protect him?

Rui Zhi is like the Ninth Prince, and he didn't expect that the weak and slender Quan Huan was really alone and stumbled all the way to Qianqiu Kingdom with him.

It is unrealistic to send people back now, Quan Juan raised his eyelids and looked at the bluestone road in front of him: "Continue to let people pay attention to Beiming's side, if there is any movement, please send a letter to report immediately."

"Yes, Lord, don't worry, the servant will pay more attention." Qiu Qu responded, and followed Quan Juan step by step.

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Su Tian supported her chin with one hand, and lightly jumped on the table with the tip of her other finger, showing no sign of good or bad emotions.

"Your Highness, let me cleanse your face." Jiu Lixiang led the court lady forward, wet the handkerchief with clean water, and carefully wiped off the delicate makeup on Su Tian's face.

"The ice sugar water chestnut and snow clam soup just stewed in the small kitchen is said to have the effect of nourishing the face. Your Highness, try it, and add your favorite fresh milk in it." Jiu Lixiang turned around, and turned to take a cup of soup held by Hibiscus behind her Gently place on the table.

It's no secret that Su Tian loves fresh milk, all the servants in the East Palace know it.

"Mm." The soup was still emitting milky white smoke, Su Tian took the soup spoon from Jiu Lixiang, blew the snow clam soup slowly, and ate it spoon by spoon.

The soup has a faint sweet milk aroma, accompanied by chopped water chestnuts, which has a good taste.

Su Tian was eating, and suddenly said: "By the way, Ah Jiu, I asked you to send the person to Quan Juan, have you sent it?"

"...Well, the servants went to pick up some beautiful and delicate Le Ji according to His Highness's instructions, and the son-in-law accepted them, but, but..."

"But what? Don't you think it's not enough?" Hearing this, Su Tian suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"That's not true. The son-in-law just kept some at will, and then asked Li Qiu to arrange those palace maids to the outer courtyard in front of the slaves, and used them as rough servants for sweeping. Those palace maids are all spoiled. It's impossible for everyone to be wronged by low-level rough work, but the slaves don't have much to say."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Tian had just swallowed a mouthful of soup, when she heard this, her throat was choked by the chopped water chestnuts in the soup, and she coughed uncontrollably.

She really doesn't understand style, wasting her charming beauties in vain, and feeding the dogs for nothing!
"Your Highness, please drink slowly, and no one is robbing you here, so be careful of choking." Jiu Lixiang gave her back and said angrily.

"I'm choking." Su Tian reminded her.

"...Well, it's my servant who made a mistake." Jiulixiang was at a loss for words, and continued after a while: "Didn't your Highness be frightened just now? To be honest, my servant was also shocked at that time. I didn't expect that there was a son-in-law." This kind of behavior is interesting and rare."

Su Tian looked at Jiu Lixiang and said helplessly: "Stupid girl, is it interesting? They are clearly guarding against us! I'm afraid we'll get spies in!"

Facts have proved that Quan Yi is not the kind of person who is greedy for beauty, and such people are often the most difficult to deal with.

Jiu Lixiang was a little puzzled, it wasn't that she hadn't thought about this, but: "The concubine's defense is too obvious, isn't it? I'm afraid His Highness doesn't know that he has taken precautions."

"Maybe people don't bother to make false claims with us." Su Tian threw down the spoon in her hand, and stood up with her skirt in her hands, "Let's go, I'm done eating, and I'm going back to Chongwen Hall."

She lives in Chongren Hall of Changle Palace, and Chongwen Hall is her study.

On weekdays, King Qianqiu would pick some memorials and have them carried into the Changle Palace for Su Tian to try to approve.

Su Tian held the memorial in one hand and the cinnabar pen in the other, frowned, and from time to time leaned over the desk to write a few strokes, with tea, milk and snacks beside her, but she never even turned her eyes.

Qianqiu's situation is not very good, there are constant battles on the outside, and the court ministers on the inside are also ganging up to fight each other. Sometimes they can't find the other party to blame, and even some parents have to bring up trivial matters, which is really boring.

Su Tian frowned, picked up a pen and wrote.

What she wrote was elegant cursive script, with a turning point comparable to that of a man.

In fact, she used to write elegant lower script, but was secretly ridiculed for being petty, so she changed to hard cursive script day and night.
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The weather is getting warmer, and most of the people in the palace took off their heavy cotton clothes and put on thin spring clothes.

A few people from Shangyi Bureau came to tailor new clothes for Su Tian.The seasons change, in fact, it is time to come to the tailor, so that the clothes can be made in advance, but Su Tian has been so busy that she has no time to meet them.

Most of Su Tian's clothes from the previous year were also too small, so Jiulixiang led someone to take out the clothes and skirts from the closet one by one, and asked the palace servants to take them and burn them.

Su Tian wore a thin dress, and stood barefoot on the fox blanket in Chongren Hall. She stretched out her arms and let the aunt of Shangyi Bureau measure her body, but she glanced in the direction of Bafeng Hall.

Since the last time the two reached a consensus on peaceful coexistence, she did not go to Bafeng Hall, and Quan Juan never came out. After all, she hadn't seen Quan Juan for more than a month.

She ordered her subordinates to closely monitor Quan Juan's movements, but during this period of time, Quan Juan seemed a little too quiet?
"The son-in-law, have you been there?" Su Tian casually asked the nanny of the clothing department behind her without looking back.

"This..." I didn't expect Su Tian to mention this suddenly, and the nuns who were around Su Tian to measure the size froze, hesitated, and looked at each other: "Return to Your Highness, we are not in charge of the Bafeng Hall, if you want to come, we will not be in charge." ...you can't go there yet."

"Oh." Su Tian didn't have any expression on her face, and asked in a good voice: "Is it because I didn't have time, or did I not want to go at all?"

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." The faces of the group of people changed drastically, and their legs went limp from shock.

"I'm just joking, Mama, don't be nervous, Shangyi is busy, it's normal to forget occasionally." Su Tian said softly.

"Hahahaha, Your Highness is really humorous." A few dry laughs, and several people echoed: "The old slave explained once before that it was because the people below were not good at doing things, and it was delayed until now, so I will teach them when I go back."

Su Tian said slowly: "I know, the nuns are all old people in the palace, and if they can recognize their identities, they will naturally not learn the way of bullying the high and trampling the lowly."

A group of people kept their faces blank, but kept saying yes.

(End of this chapter)