The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 865 Farming, Adorable Baby, Beautiful Lady (34)

Wei Qingqing looked confused, "..."

what happened?

She was stunned, and couldn't help asking, "Concubine Xian, what mistake did my daughter-in-law make?"

"What's wrong?"

Concubine Xian sneered suddenly, raised her hand and pulled out the slanted hairpin between her black temple hair, and threw it towards Wei Qingqing without mercy——

The sharp hairpin tip scratched Wei Qingqing's face, drawing a bloodstain from the cheek to the end of the eye, and bright red blood beads emerged.

Wei Qingqing yelled in pain and panic, "Ah!"

It was just a little bit close to poking it into her eye!
The hairpin fell on Wei Qingqing's knee.

The largest pink diamond inlaid on it was thrown out and rolled.

Right now, if Wei Qingqing still doesn't understand, there must be something wrong with the jewelry!

Regardless of the pain and the possibility of disfigurement, she kowtowed straight to the end, "Mother, my daughter-in-law is convicted, and she voluntarily kneels outside the palace gate to plead guilty."

Concubine Xian, "Oh."

Outside Juxian Palace, Wei Qingqing knelt for an hour under the scorching sun, feeling that her knees were not her own anymore.

He was supported by the green bamboo.

The big maid next to the concubine Xian of the Juxian Palace walked out with her skirts flowing, her hands gently folded on her lower abdomen, she looked down at Wei Qingqing slightly, and said:
"Princess Jin, the empress does not want to see you again, please go back."

Wei Qingqing held up her skirt and kowtowed to Juxian Palace again, her face was pale and her make-up was dismal: "My daughter-in-law thanks the concubine Xian for her forgiveness."

Go out of the palace and go back to the house.

Wei Qingqing was supported by Green Bamboo and sat down. After the medicine was applied to Qingzi's knees, she slapped the armrest heavily with her slender hands, "Green Bamboo, tell Zhou Cheng to come over to my princess!"

His tone was already extremely angry.

Although Jubaozhai belonged to the Marquis of Changning, it was used as a dowry when Wei Qingqing got married.

Jubaozhai was still under the management of Wei Qingqing, and Zhou Cheng, the deputy shopkeeper who was promoted by her personally, naturally did not dare to neglect the slightest when he was summoned by the concubine, and followed the green bamboo into the Prince Jin's mansion.

Wei Qingqing changed into a water-red palace attire, the color of joy and the festive day, but she couldn't suppress the gaudy anger provoked by her beautiful eyebrows.

From the cheek to the end of the eye, there seemed to be a long bloodstain drawn by something sharp and sharp. Although it did not damage the beauty, it looked kind of terrifying.

Almost... poked my eyes out.

Zhou Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

Secretly thought, isn't it the second day that the concubine is overjoyed? Why does she have such a face?

Could it be that life is not in harmony with the prince...

Zhou Chengtian's whimsical idea was quickly interrupted by Wei Qingqing, "Kneel down!"

Zhou Cheng was taken aback, kneeling down with a conditioned reflex, and then asked: "Princess Wangfei, on this day of great joy, I don't know why this slave has made you angry..."

She, also, very, thinks, knows, knows!

Wei Qingqing was indiscriminately punished by the concubine Xian to kneel down, and she is still confused for no reason.

Green Bamboo asked on her behalf, "Zhou Cheng, where did you get the jewelry you presented to the concubine, and what went wrong to make the empress virtuous angry? Hurry up and tell me!"

Zhou Cheng's brain was dazed, and he became terrified, "You provoked the concubine Xian to be furious? This slave has been wronged, I really don't know..."

"Within today, you must find out the reason for this princess!"
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the next morning.

The carriage of Prince Jin's Mansion drove out slowly, and stopped at Zhuque Street, "Princess, this is it."

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, a beautiful girl in palace attire was supported by a maidservant, bent over and leaned out of the carriage, condescendingly looked at the door, and read softly: "Golden Thread Pavilion."

(End of this chapter)