The Harem's Favorite Maid Raiders

Chapter 111

In about two or three days, it will be Jiang Meng's birthday.

Han Yumin naturally didn't care about other things in the harem, but Qin Erlan, four or five days had passed, and he still hadn't come over to speak to her.

Thinking of this, Han Yumin sighed softly.

The afternoon sun was sluggish, and Aunt Chun brought over lunch while beckoning Chuxue to help Han Yumin get out of bed.

"My lady, how's your leg injury these few days?" Chuxue helped Han Yumin's arm, and carefully helped her to the table.

"My legs are getting better, but my buttocks are getting bigger and bigger..." Han Yumin sat down dissatisfied, and gently swung her legs—it had been several days, and the swelling on her knees was gone. It disappeared, leaving only two ugly scars, which are very eye-catching.

These two scars seemed to be burned into Han Yumin's heart.

She knew in her heart that maybe after a long time, the scar would gradually disappear, but after all, she was a beauty lover, every time she saw her ugly legs, her heart felt like bleeding.

Chuxue was amused by Han Yumin's words. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile, "Your Majesty really knows how to joke."

She warmed up for Han Yumin: "When the empress's legs are completely healed, the servant will accompany the empress to walk around, so that the empress's legs will get better soon."

Han Yumin frowned, took a sip of the corn soup, and said, "Eating alone is too boring, why not Chuxue, sit down and eat with me."

"How is this possible?" Chuxue heard this, and waved her arms in horror, "Your maidservant can't sit with your empress, why not..." She paused, "Why don't your servants invite Wen Shuyi to have dinner with your empress."

Han Yumin thought to herself that Chuxue probably saw something wrong with her relationship with Qin Erlan and was trying to help them.

Hey, it's hard for her too.

Han Yumin shook her head: "Forget it, it's a hot day, you go out for a run, it's very tiring."

It's not that she doesn't want Chuxue to look for her, but she's afraid that Qin Erlan won't come.

This kind of sisterhood has now become a thorn in Han Yumin's heart, and it makes her feel uncomfortable when she touches it.

Forget it, she breathed out, it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to do this, her leg hasn't healed yet, and she can't go to find Qin Erlan, so she can only wait like this.

Seeing that Han Yumin was not willing, Chuxue nodded resentfully and did not insist.

"In this weather, if there is a heavy rain, it will be comfortable." Han Yumin smiled at Chuxue and said softly.

The seventh day of July is the annual Qiqiao Festival in the palace. It is said that this day is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on the magpie bridge. In the palace, on July [-]th every year, women go up to the needle-threading tower to test their skill with needles and threads, which is also a special flavor.

In order to be able to go up to the needle-threading building with the other women on this day, Han Yumin lay on the bed for several days, and increased the frequency of application of medicine, so that on this day, she was supported by Aunt Chun and Chuxue Then, I came to the downstairs of the threading needle.

Although he had stayed in the palace for more than ten years, it was the first time for Han Yumin to come here to go downstairs.

She raised her head and looked up, and it was indeed full of women, all of them dressed up, so that the colorful upstairs dazzled Han Yumin's eyes.

"Aunt Chun, let's go up quickly." Han Yumin pursed her lips, quietly hiding the smile she was about to reveal, and squeezed the sachet in her hand again.

This sachet was made by Han Yumin with the help of Aunt Chun. It is not big in shape, but small and exquisite, very cute.

Embroidered on it are pieces of willow leaves.

Because, willow leaves are united.

This little sachet is not just for competing with the sisters - I heard that Jiang Meng is coming today, and she wants to give this sachet she made herself as a gift to Jiang Meng.

Love almost occupied Han Yumin's whole heart.

She not only regards Qiqiao Festival as a festival for women, but also regards this day as a festival for her and Jiang Meng.

Aunt Chun and Chuxue nodded with smiles, supported Han Yumin, and went upstairs step by step.

What Han Yumin didn't expect was that Jiang Meng was already sitting upstairs, and all the ladies in the courts put the small objects they made on the table or hung them on their bodies, all smiling.

"Oh, Sister Yu is here!" Just as Han Yumin walked in, Chen Yijun came forward with a smile, hurriedly grabbed Han Yumin's hand, and said, "Is the injury on my sister's leg better now?"

Han Yumin patted Chen Yijun's shoulder, then moved his legs, and said, "Thank you for your concern, sister, it's fine now."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Jiang Meng and Queen Mother Zhao Fu Yifu and said, "My concubine pays my respects to the emperor and the empress dowager."

There was no expression on Jiang Meng's face at first, but seeing Han Yumin's late arrival, he immediately squinted his eyes and laughed loudly: "Don't be too polite! I thought Yu'er wouldn't come!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly greeted Chen Yijun: "What are you doing in a daze, quickly help Yu Zhaoyi to sit down."

Han Yumin smiled and sat down gently.

Turning his head, he glanced at Qin Erlan who was sitting beside him.

Just as she was about to speak, Qin Erlan immediately turned her face away and stopped looking at her.

It turns out that sister Qin is still angry.

Han Yumin sighed and came back to his senses.

"Today, all the masters of the palace brought Douqiao's belongings. I don't know what Yu Zhaoyi brought?" Yang Nianliu smiled obsequiously, waving the lucky bag in Han Yumin's hand.

This lucky bag is twice the size of Han Yumin's sachet.

Han Yumin said "ah" in embarrassment, and slowly took out the sachet she had prepared from her sleeve.

"Ha! How perfunctory my sister must be." Yang Nianliu sneered, took the sachet from Han Yumin, and handed it to Wu Huier, "Sister, the sachet you made is so rough, you are not afraid of hitting the emperor?"

"My lady has been feeling unwell recently..." Seeing that Yang Nianliu was trying to make things difficult, Chu Xue hastily opened her mouth.

"Your mother makes sachets with her hands, not her legs!" Yang Nianliu snorted coldly, and gave Chuxue a hard look, "You will stand up for your master, but I don't even think about it, your master is more born than you She's still lowly, but now she's become a concubine..."

Chuxue bowed her head at Yang Nianliu's words, her face blushing.

"Yang Zhaohua is talkative after all!" Jiang Meng frowned, greeted Wu Huier, asked her to pass over the sachet made by Han Yumin, and said while touching it, "Liuye Hexin, I like it very much."

After finishing speaking, he raised the corner of his mouth, smiled faintly, and immediately hung the sachet on his waist.

"Come on, Yu Zhaoyi won before the battle of skills even started." Yang Nianliu curled her lips resentfully, "The emperor is so biased."

"Sister, you are wrong to say that."

Han Yumin turned her face away and met Qin Erlan's eyes, she couldn't help but feel happy.

It turned out that Qin Erlan didn't want to break up with her.

"In the eyes of the emperor, my younger sister Yu has already put in a lot of painstaking effort in making this sachet, so the emperor likes it." Qin Erlan said lightly, "Sister Yang, you have studied female celebrities since you were a child, and you are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you made it so exquisitely. Naturally, it doesn’t need much effort.”

"Sister..." Han Yumin looked at Qin Erlan and called softly.

"It's my sister's fault that she said that?" Yang Nianliu frowned and asked in a delicate voice.

(End of this chapter)