Madam Gong said briefly: "To be honest, from a traditional perspective, Miss Song's appearance is not particularly favored by men. There are many beauties in the harem, and such appearance is impossible to stand out at all."

Song Ci nodded, and she also thought this way.

A slightly fat girl like Song Xin has a touch, but from the first glance of male vision, it is probably impossible to be amazed, so those who are mother-in-law like it very much.

He has a slightly plump figure and a round face. He is a typical example of a husband and a child. He is suitable for his family and is suitable for his family. He is a mother-in-law. He will definitely like it.

"But there are also words called carrots and vegetables. Everyone has their own preferences. Some people may also like her. Thinking back then, didn't the late emperor also particularly favor Concubine Ji? The young Concubine Ji's figure is almost the same as Miss Song now."

Song Ci instantly remembered the portrait of Concubine Ji when she was young, and couldn't help but cough and said, "I think the concubines in the harem are much thinner now."

Madam Gong smiled and said, "If you want to stand up and get favor, you mainly cater to the emperor's preferences."

"So the emperor's preference is to be thin."

"It's possible, but men are often looking for fresh things. They are used to eating delicacies and suddenly want to eat radish and vegetables. They are used to seeing beautiful women. If they come to see a different one, they may take a look at them more. So if they can choose this, I dare not decide whether they are favored or not."

Song Ci said: "What you said makes sense." He sighed again: "It's better for men. No matter how old you are, you can choose the women you like to accompany you."

Seeing that she was jealous again, Madam Gong handed over a platter that Song Xin gave to Song Ci at the right time, embroidered with the five blessings and longevity pattern. The embroidery was exquisite and excellent. I heard that all the women and even the ladies in the mansion had gifts, either purses or handkerchiefs, which was also considered a dedication.

Xiufang Garden in the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Song Xin sat on the Arhat bed at the south window of the house, took the tea presented by his close maid Yunluo, took a sip and let out a long sigh.

"Miss, the Prime Minister's Mansion is really big and rich, more than twice as good as ours." Yun Luo sighed.

Song Xin smiled lightly and said, "The prime minister's mansion is naturally not comparable to our small portal."

Yunluo smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the lady would have such a day to make a name for herself. God is really good at it. If you are really selected, you will be rich and powerful. When I went to Beijing, I saw that the second lady's face was almost distorted. Humph, tell her to steal your..."

"cough."

Yunluo immediately closed her mouth and looked at her carefully.

Song Xin frowned and said, "It's all the past, don't mention it, everyone has their own destiny."

Yunluo whispered: "I am not convinced by you, so how could the second lady be a sister like this? But you are right. Everyone has their own destiny. If she hadn't insisted on robbing, she might be the one who came to Beijing to pick it today."

So when she went to Beijing, Song Xiang's face was so distorted. She wanted to replace her. But could she be so ignorant of that person? She was already confused about the man. If she dared to come and was found out, it would be a death sentence for deceiving the emperor. The master also thought of this and did not dare to do anything nonsense.

Song Xin lowered his eyes and saw outside the window: "As soon as I enter the palace walls are as deep as the sea, it may not be good to enter the palace. After all, the intrigues in the harem are turbulent. How can I stand out based on my appearance? Not to mention, the emperor is still old..."
Chapter completed!