Wei Yingluo laughed.

"If the nanny doesn't recognize her, how can she insist that her embroidery worker is better than me?" Wei Yingluo sighed, raised the embroidery bandage in her hand and said, "My embroidery worker is taught by her. She teaches her carefully, and I learn it carefully..."

Since childhood, Wei Yingning has longed for her sister. Other twin sisters want to be different from each other, but she wishes that she will be like her sister in everything.

So her senior sister's dressing, her every frown and smile, her walking posture, and her embroidery work.

"I have limited qualifications. Although I have learned a lot from her, I only learned 70% or 80% at most." Wei Yingluo said to Madam Zhang, "So you are right. Yingning is better than an embroiderer."

Madam Zhang remained silent for a long time.

"...Tell me about her." Wei Yingluo said softly, "She used to serve in the embroidery workshop. Maybe she has worked under your hands?"

"There are so many people in the embroidery workshop, in addition to the palace maids, there are also embroidery ladies invited from outside the palace." Madam Zhang said expressionlessly, "There are so many living things, who can remember what their names are there? Speaking of which, have you finished your work today?"

Madam Zhang denied it, and even changed the topic stiffly. Wei Yingning could not let this opportunity slip away from her hands. She bowed her head obediently and said to Madam Zhang with some pleading: "Madam, I am a young man, I am ignorant and not good at socializing. I have been in the palace for so long and have not made many friends. Only you can rely on. Please give me some advice...How can I not repeat Wei Yingning's mistakes?"

Madam Zhang was silent again.

This time, Wei Yingluo did not urge her, so her master had the right to urge her slaves to do things. She was not the master. On the contrary, she was barely considered a subordinate and slave of Mrs. Zhang when she was doing things under the hands of Mrs. Zhang.

Madam Zhang was willing to answer her questions, just to see the goodwill she had accumulated over the past month, as well as the weight of her sister in Madam Zhang's heart.

Time passed by minute by minute, Wei Yingluo lowered her head, and her hot heart gradually began to get cold. Madam Zhang refused to answer her because a month was too short? Sure enough, she was too anxious and should calm down and spend more months with her...

"...There are many taboos in the palace, such as the person you just mentioned." Madam Zhang's voice suddenly sounded above her head, "The third word in her name is the name of Concubine Hui."

Wei Yingluo raised her head in surprise.

Madam Zhang's expression was very complicated. She didn't look happy - anyone who was plotted by her subordinates would be unhappy.

But even so, she still gave Wei Yingluo an answer.

"The servants are not worthy of calling the name of the noble man, so the person you mentioned must have changed his name here." Madam Zhang said slowly, "Forget it this time, don't mention this name elsewhere, otherwise it will be heard by Concubine Hui, and you won't have the best fruit you have! Okay, let's do today's work here, you can go!"

"Madam..."

"Walk!"

The gate of the embroidery workshop was closed behind Wei Yingluo, and she was almost driven out of the embroidery workshop by Madam Zhang.

He returned to the palace maids' office without hesitation. When Aunt Fang saw that she had come back early, she immediately threw away a few pairs of shoes and socks and asked her to embroider beautiful patterns.

Wei Yingluo embroidered absent-mindedly, and several times the needles were pricked on her fingers, holding the scarred fingers in her mouth, and dizzy on her tongue with the rust-smelling blood.

"This jade rosary is so beautiful." Jixiang, who passed by her, praised.

Wei Yingluo lowered her head. It turned out that she had embroidered a string of jade rosary on the handkerchief. Looking at the rosary, what appeared in her heart was a hand wrapped in the green rosary.

"Concubine Hui..." Wei Yingluo murmured in her heart.

I originally thought about when I would meet her, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

A few days later, in the embroidery workshop, Madam Zhang ordered Wei Yingluo and Jinxiu to her and said to them: "You two come with me."

Wei Yingluo and Jinxiu immediately put down their work and followed each other. The palace garden was a little deeper, and the nine-curved corridor was deeply attracted. Three people were one in front of two behind. Madam Zhang asked while walking, "Did you remember the road?"

"Go back to Mama, remember." Jinxiu said first. She always tried her best to leave a good impression on the people above.

However, Madam Zhang smiled and said, "Can you go back by yourself later?"

Jinxiu was immediately silent. It was easy to talk about it, but it was difficult to do it. The roads in front of and behind her looked the same - this was a good way to prevent the assassins and forced them to spend a lot of time on finding the way, but it also prevented her, a new palace maid who entered the palace, and she would get lost if she was not careful.

If Madam Zhang really wants her to go back by herself, she probably would have to ask her way back all the way.

"The rules in the palace are not allowed to run around, so the palace maids generally do not come out to the palace where they serve, unless they are ordered by their master to send things elsewhere." Seeing her embarrassment, Madam Zhang did not scold her, but said lightly, "But you are from the embroidery workshop. You often have to tailor your body for the palace masters. You must be familiar with the road, otherwise you will not be able to come back and be careful to miss your errands."

"Yes!" Jinxiu responded hurriedly.

Wei Yingluo heard something else from the conversation between them, and she asked, "Madam, which master are we going to make clothes for now?"

Madam Zhang looked at her meaningfully, then looked into the distance, and turned to the red walls and green tiles not far away, and said lightly: "Concubine Hui."

After that, Jinxiu seemed nervous and excited.

Wei Yingluo knew that she wanted to perform in front of noble people again, but Concubine Hui was so pleasing to her?

Although they did not enter the palace for a long time, they heard a lot about the little masters of each palace. In the mouths of those older palace maids, the Empress worshipped Buddha all year round without any responsibility, and the harem was almost controlled by Concubine Hui. Concubine Hui was as beautiful as a peony, and she liked luxury and was moody. When she was happy, she grabbed a handful of pearls and sprinkled them to her servants. When she was unhappy, she also grabbed a handful of pearls, but not sprinkled them to her servants, but asked her servants to eat them one by one for her...

Beautiful and cruel, a poisonous peony.

"Imperial Concubine, please spare your life!!"

As a result, before the three of them entered the gate of Concubine Hui's bedroom, a harsh scream rang in their ears.

"Kneel down quickly!" Madam Zhang shouted hurriedly, and then knelt on the ground first.

Although I don’t know what happened, it’s better to learn from the old man in the palace at this time. Wei Yingluo hurriedly knelt down and then secretly looked ahead from the corner of her eyes.

A woman dressed as a master seemed to have just escaped from the direction of the palace. Because she was running anxiously, she lost one of her shoes on her feet and ran towards them with one foot of mud. However, she was soon caught by the two strong palace maids behind her and couldn't help crying: "Imperial Concubine, please spare me!"

Then she spread the flowers and brushed the willows, and a beautiful woman with pearls appeared behind the flowers. She saw a string of jade rosary wrapped in her right hand, and her hand wearing fake nails gently placed it in the hand of the maid beside her. Every step she took, the rosary, bright moonlight, and golden steps on her body shaking, reflecting a golden light.

From a distance, it looks like a man of light sitting upright by the clouds.

When I got closer, I realized that her beauty was no less beautiful than the pearlescent on her body.

"Is this Concubine Hui?" Wei Yingluo thought to herself.

After hearing so many rumors, every rumor is talking about her beauty, so many mouths and so many praises, she can't stand her true feelings.

As soon as the peony blooms, the beauty overwhelms the fragrance.

"Why are you willing to spare your life? If someone hears it, I think I want you to harm you." Concubine Hui slowly walked to the woman dressed by the master, looked down at her from a high point, and curled her lips, "Guy Yu, if you are sick, you need to take medicine."

"No, no!" The woman who she called Concubine You hurriedly shook her head, "I'm not sick, I'm..."

"Doctor Liu!" Concubine Hui suddenly shouted, "Why don't you feed the medicine to Guiren Yu?"

A medical officer holding a medicine bowl hurriedly walked out from behind her.

Seeing that the hot medicine bowl was getting closer and closer to him, Yu Guiren's temples were wet with sweat. While struggling, he shouted heart-wrenchingly: "I'm not sick! I'm pregnant with a dragon seed!"

For a moment, he was silent. More than a dozen people were present. Everyone wished they would be blind and deaf, so as not to be killed in the future.

However, Concubine Hui looked as usual, and she didn't seem to hear it. She just repeated what she had said before: "Doctor Liu, why don't you feed her medicine?"

"Yes, yes..." Dr. Liu hurriedly said.

Wei Yingluo secretly looked at him and saw his hands trembling with the medicine bowl. As he walked, the brown medicine juice inside spilled all the way.

She couldn't help but feel sank.

In the past, I only heard about the favor in the harem and forced an abortion. I never thought that one day this scene would appear in front of her.

When listening to the play, the audience can curse, and even a rich man can use the money in his hand to uphold justice for the people in the play. Those storytellers who receive enough rewards will talk, so that the people in the play will be good and rewarded with evil.

But in reality, wicked people often attain enlightenment.

For example, the Concubine Hui in front of her.

After hearing so many rumors, every rumor is talking about her evil, so many mouths and so much slander, it is not as good as her real person.

Even if it is a peony, it is a poisonous peony.

"You are not a child anymore, why are you still trying so hard to take medicine?" Concubine Hui still looked down on people in this posture. People are no different from ants. "Come on, help her."

Concubine Yu has always refused to take medicine. In order to avoid the medicine bowl in front of her, she shook her head like a rattle, so that the hairpins on her head were shaken down, and her hair was covered with her body, as if she was crazy.

"Yes, Empress." Now several palace maids have received orders. Two of them pressed her shoulders, one of them pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and then signaled the imperial physician to feed the medicine with their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yingluo, who was kneeling on the ground, clenched her fists.

Looking around, besides Concubine Hui and her subordinates, there were only three of them, a little palace maid who happened to be pruning her branches here. Who would plead for Concubine Yu, and who would dare to plead for Concubine Yu?

Wei Yingluo took a deep breath...
Chapter completed!