[Quick Wear] Puhua Fairy is blessed with a long pregnancy

In the evening of that day, Zhao Ruisheng arrived at Furong Pavilion in Tinglanyuan.

When the palace servants in Furong Pavilion saw Zhao Ruisheng, they were inevitably stunned, and after they reacted, they couldn't control their ecstasy.

Zhao Ruisheng's appearance here means that the prince will come.

"Hello, Princess Niu Hulu." As expected, Zhao Ruisheng knelt down and yawned, then stood up and said, "My master will come over tonight, Princess Niu Hulu can prepare well tonight."

Sheng Huan seemed a little stunned when he heard that. After he reacted, his eyebrows softened instantly and he smiled broadly, feeling shy and reserved.

"Thank you, Eunuch Zhao, for making this trip."

Sheng Huan glanced at Chunxue, and Chunxue immediately stepped forward and stuffed his purse.

Eunuch Zhao was not polite, he just smiled and said: "Thank you, Princess Niu Hulu, I have something else to do, so I will take my leave first."

"Eunuch Zhao, take care." She paused, her cheeks flushed, as if she was trying hard to hold it back, but couldn't help saying, "Eunuch Zhao, please give my regards to Master for me."

Hearing this, Zhao Ruisheng couldn't help but look up at Sheng Huan. He saw that her eyes were filled with shyness and she seemed to be extremely embarrassed.

Thinking of what he and Beile had heard and seen today, his heart was moved and his attitude became a little closer: "I will convey what Princess Niu Hulu said."

"Thank you, Eunuch Zhao."

After Zhao Ruisheng left, Furong Pavilion became completely busy.

The five palace maids could not hide their joy, but they were also a little nervous. After all, if the prince really lucked his master, they didn't know how the concubine would react, and whether she would secretly plot against him.

But thinking on the bright side, as long as the master is in favor, the concubine would not dare to do anything too excessive. If she is lucky enough to give birth to a son or daughter and is promoted to concubine, there will be even more hope.

……

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Yinsi was writing something on paper with a brush. When he saw Zhao Ruisheng come in, his eyes fell on him.

Zhao Ruisheng was a smart man, and he stepped forward and said, "Master, I just went to Furong Pavilion to tell her that Princess Niu Hulu was very happy to know that you were going there tonight."

Yinsi said "hmm", lowered his head and continued writing, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Zhao Ruisheng chuckled, "Sir, Princess Niu Hulu asked me to send her regards to you."

Yinsi paused holding the brush, looked up, and saw Zhao Ruisheng's flattering expression. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What are you doing? Come and grind the ink."

"Yes, I'm here, slave."

Zhao Ruisheng came over in a hurry, still a little confused about what his Lord Beile meant. Was he happy or unhappy?

……

The news that the prince was going to Furong Pavilion in the evening soon spread throughout the mansion, and people in the backyard had different reactions.

Xinxueyuan

The Eighth Lady smashed a set of tea utensils and her face became ferocious.

"Why do I suddenly want to go to Furong Pavilion? Why?!"

As they were talking, even the tables and chairs next to them were thrown to the ground.

"Fujin, Princess Niohuru was bestowed by His Majesty after all. It has been more than half a month now. He can't just keep letting her go." Qingyun advised earnestly.

The Eighth Lady refused to listen and said in a hateful voice, "A vixen, she is a vixen. If she hadn't seduced me, how could I have gone there? Sure enough, she is no different from the other three!"

As he was speaking, perhaps because he was too angry, he actually found himself a little breathless.

"Fujin!"

Qingyun and Qingduo were frightened and quickly supported her and helped her sit down at the table.

Qingyun hurriedly helped her calm down.

"Don't be angry, Fu Jin. It's not worth getting hurt. She's just a princess. My visit won't mean anything."

The Eighth Lady took a deep breath and finally calmed down. Once she calmed down, she slammed the table angrily: "She is just a princess. We can't let her be proud."

She rolled her eyes and said coldly, "Qingduo, go and ask me to come over tonight and tell me that I am not feeling well."

Qingduo's body stiffened and she smiled bitterly in her heart. She had just used this excuse today, and she would have to use it again in the evening. However, she had to nod respectfully.

"Yes, Fujin."

……

Sheng Huan also got the news. She glanced through the bronze mirror at Chunxue and the other two maids who were still excited, and shook her head slightly.

Although she should have left some trace in Yinsi's heart, as evidenced by the fact that he sent Zhao Ruisheng here just now, her influence is not enough to shake the Eighth Concubine. If the Eighth Concubine wants to intercept her deliberately, she has no chance of winning now.

But Yinsi must be very dissatisfied with the Eighth Lady in his heart. It is unknown how long he can endure it. After all, even if the concubines in the backyard are not important to him, they are all his people. He is not only a man, but also a prince of the royal family. He can't let the Eighth Lady ride on his head and do whatever she wants, killing all his women.

"Master, this hairpin looks good on your bun. Why don't you wear it tonight?"

Chunxue combed Sheng Huan's hair and looked at it for a long time. Finally, she chose a hairpin that she thought was very suitable.

"It's really good. I believe in Haruyuki's craftsmanship."

Sheng Huan chuckled, and the beauty in the mirror also smiled. Her skin was as white as cream and she was so beautiful that she could topple a country.

……

In Yunshu Pavilion, diagonally opposite Tinglan Courtyard, Princess Wang was still lying in bed recuperating.

Hearing the noise outside, she asked her maid, "What's going on outside?"

Bai Shan didn't want to pay attention to Wang Gege. After all, she was sick when she first arrived and had no future at all, so her tone was not respectful.

"Eunuch Zhao just went to Furong Pavilion and said that Master would go there to rest in the evening."

Hearing this, Wang Gege was stunned and her eyes widened for a moment. She was not envious, but just curious: "Didn't Niu Hulu Gege get hurt yesterday?"

Bai Shan secretly rolled her eyes and said, "No, I'm fine." She glanced at Wang Gege and saw that she looked fine. She thought that when she recovered, the prince would come over, so she said,

"Princess, you and Princess Niu Hulu are entering the palace together. You must recover from your illness quickly. You can't let Princess Niu Hulu get everything first."

Who would have thought that after hearing this, Wang Gege shook her head violently.

No, she didn't want to see the prince, and didn't want to serve him. After all, the Eighth Lady was a lunatic.

It is not known whether it is a blessing or a curse for Princess Niu Hulu to serve her this time.

The other three princesses in Shenglinyuan also thought the same as Wang Gege.

Naturally, they all wanted the favor of the prince, but the Eighth Lady was really a lunatic. No matter how much the prince favored her, there would always be times when he was not at home.

Otherwise, how would Li Gege's hand be disabled?

……

Yinsi did not pay attention to the slightest movement in the backyard. At night, after dealing with official documents, he got up and walked towards Furong Pavilion.

As soon as I turned a corner, I saw Qingduo coming towards me anxiously.

"Master, since the meal today, Fu Jin has been feeling a little unwell."

Yinsi was forced to stop, his eyes were still as gentle as jade, and his voice was neither hurried nor slow:

"Since Fu-jin is ill, please ask the palace doctor to see her."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

"Master!" Qing Duo panicked when she saw this, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master, Fu Jin has chest tightness and headache, and even has a fever. It looks really bad. Fu Jin misses you very much now. Master, please go and see Fu Jin."

Yinsi's hands behind his back tightened little by little, and the curve at the corners of his lips became fainter.

"Walk."