As soon as his eyes turned, Xu Hongzhuang saw Xiaozhu holding a red imperial edict with golden enchantment in his hand. He looked at it and felt that the golden was extremely precious, but she was a little scared and did not dare to answer, “Did you recognize the wrong person?”
Ye Rongqing grinned, “Miss Three is joking, how dare I joke with the third lady? This imperial edict was given to the third lady by Your Majesty. As for the content, I am afraid that the lady will know it after reading it myself.”
She had also received an imperial edict before, which was wrong. It should be said that it was two, one about Jun Yichen’s marriage granted by Jun Yichen and the other about Jun Yichen’s regretful marriage.
What will the story in front of you be about?
Xu Hongzhuang looked at the imperial edict in front of her and felt extremely frightened for a moment. She subconsciously felt that there was no good thing written on it, but in the end she could only accept this imperial edict, as if it had been roasted in the fire, and felt a little burning in her palm.
Ye Rongqing smiled and lowered her head, “Since the third lady has already received the imperial edict, I will go back first.”
Xu Hongzhuang’s eyes were hanging down, as if she didn’t know that there were another group of people in the room, and she was standing there quietly, not knowing what she thought of.
Seeing this, Ye Rongqing would not foolishly surround him to find fault, and slowly walked out with Xiaozhu’s hand.
Xu Hongzhuang was not interested in Ye Rongqing’s stay or leave. She just stared at the imperial edict in her hand with discomfort and fear, and then returned to the room in a daze. She even forgot to take off her shoes and sat cross-legged. The imperial edict was placed on the small table on the couch, and the golden red edict formed a sharp contrast with the black nanmu.
The small window next to the soft couch opened a little, and a slight winter wind blew in from the window, bringing the shaking objects in the messy room and with an inherent coldness.
Lianxiang waited for Ye Rongqing to go and cook hot tea before carefully walking to the inner room.
Looking at the things that had not yet been spread out on the table, he was startled, “Is this?”
Xu Hongzhuang’s eyebrows and eyes did not change, but he raised his hand and pointed at the imperial edict, biting the voice, “Ignore.”
Lianxiang suddenly felt a little scared, carefully put the tea aside, then obediently took the golden imperial edict on the table with both hands, and spread it out carefully and respectfully: “…Zi Wen Xu Hongzhuang, the daughter of General Huaihua, is skillful, generous, gentle and kind…Who…”
Xu Hongzhuang didn’t hear the content of this imperial edict in detail, only heard a few words praising him, and then sighed heavily after hearing a name that he didn’t really want to hear.
My forehead also pressed against the cool tabletop blown by the wind, and my heart was beating again and again as if it was getting lower and lower.
“Miss…” Lianxiang’s reading became smaller and smaller. At the end, her brows were frowning, and she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.
About another person mentioned in the imperial edictI saw him before during Qiu Hunting, and I saw him holding his own lady back to the tent. At that time, she felt that something was wrong with her behavior, and now she seems to understand it a little.
If you think about it carefully, that person seems to be not bad. He looks handsome and handsome. He is more in line with her lady. And what he did that day was the last praise, so is it a good thing?
Outside, the winter wind blows, and the branches that have fallen leaves are whirring.
The man in Zhanwang Mansion also learned such amazing news under Liang Feng’s report.
“The speed is fast.” Jun Changli commented calmly, and his expression on his face did not change at all, as if he didn’t care about this matter at all.
Liang Feng lowered his head and brewed, “Actually, your highness can do it too… After all, the girl is not…”
“What can you do?” Jun Changli laughed twice with self-deprecatingly. He had always disdained about this matter, and finally felt unhappy. The ink pen in his hand suddenly snapped and couldn’t help but say angrily, “What does it have to do with me!”