Hua Yi has no interest in wasting time on her hair, she simply pulled her hair up, inserted a simple emerald green jade hairpin, when she came out, she saw the camellia flowers blooming just right outside the door, she itched to pick one, and inserted it on her head in passing, at this time, when she listened to the beauty’s praise, she naturally laughed her ass off, “Where, where. It’s still Miss Rong who looks good, with such a good figure, even I can’t take my eyes off it.”
The two of them chatted for a few sentences, and then met the fourth girl, simply set up tea and snacks in the pavilion, and talked happily with each other.
Although Rong Qing was known as the nineteenth girl, this Zhaoyao Palace currently only had twelve concubines, the others were either fought to death in the mansion battles or were given away by Teng Feng Yuan as favors. Teng Feng Yuan this person does not indulge in beauty, generally three or four days before recruiting people to go to the Spring House to vent fire, from the frequency, not more or less appropriate, visible this person is extremely cherish their own body.
This will suffer the trick Yao Palace of this cadre of women, bad luck, I’m afraid that a month or two can not take a turn, so it is no wonder that they like to fight, or hold back too much liver fire, afraid to grow a face of pimples. (Of course, Liang Huayi is an exception, the first thing she does when she opens her eyes every day is to pray that God will open her eyes and never let Teng Feng Yuan miss her again, so that she can find a corner to grow into a mushroom.)
Liang Huayi just woke up this day, heard that the fourth girl died, Yunxi said at the side: “I do not know what happened, listening to Xiao Cui said that the fourth girl’s appetite is not good in the past few days, the face is also getting worse and worse, she also pondered to let the doctor to take a look, the results of this morning, and found that the fourth girl died on the bed.”
The fourth girl is the old seniority of the Zhao Yao Palace, Hua Yi on her still have some impression, that person looks like Lin Daiyu, a weak willow to support the wind of the phase, speak is also a fine voice. Probably such a woman is very pleasing to men’s pity, before she came in one, two, three girls are gone, but she is still favored, Teng Feng Yuan also allocated a separate courtyard to her. Now suddenly died, Hua Yi did not know whether it was a natural death, or someone did something.
She was a little disdainful, women ah, for a man, or a all day with a mask dare not show the true face of the man, fight to fight what is the strength?
Thinking of Teng Feng Yuan that face, Hua Yi feel pity, she last saw him three years ago, he was full of blood, a good a beautiful man so ruined, no wonder the temperament change psychopathic.