37 years old, I became a harem concubine

The matter of the three girls learning the rules was quickly put on the agenda, and they were studying with Zhou Lan in the garden of the Chen Mansion.

The people in the mansion were very curious and watched the excitement from a distance.

Qingzi, who brought the ice bowls to the three girls, came back and vividly imitated those people stretching her neck and tiptoeing, and performed it vividly for Shen Huan: "Old lady, you didn't see that when Miss Miaoyi walks with her handkerchief in her hand, there are better things next to her." People study there, maids and mother-in-law are together, almost can't squeeze in."

The Chen family had a poor family and had no background. Except for Chen Fangyue who went to court, only Shen Huan had entered the palace in the whole family.

For them, everything in the palace is novelty, even a little bit of superficiality will make their faces proud.

Shen Huan turned the pages of the book, "How are the three girls doing?"

"Look, servant girl, Miss Miaoyi is learning fast and well, and she already looks good. Miss Tingfang and Miss Huiru should be slower."

To speak slowly is that Huan'er is thinking that Chen Tingfang and Chen Huiru are the masters, so she dare not be presumptuous.

That's more than slow, it's driving ducks to the shelves, and I don't know where to stretch my arms and legs. After watching it for a while, Huan'er really sweated for the two ladies.

And Chen Miaoyi is really nice, walking, standing and sitting, already has that style.

Shen Huan also asked more casually, didn't say anything extra, and continued to read.

Suddenly, Haruko walked in: "Old lady, Mrs. Wu, Minister of Rites, is here."

Shen Huan remembered that Mrs. Wu, put down the book and asked someone to come in.

After a while, a girl with a round face came in and saluted her with a smile on her face: "Mrs. Chen, my wife got a novelty. I specially asked my servant to invite my wife to go and enjoy it."

"Now?"

"Yes." The round-faced maid has long been used to Mrs. Wu's character of saying that the wind is the rain, and this is not the first time she has invited someone when she is here.

Shen Huan squeezed the hand holding the book, tilted her head and asked Huan'er quietly: "Where is the master?"

Huan'er replied: "Master entered the palace early this morning, but he hasn't come back yet, he must be busy with business, so he won't be returning home for a while."

Shen Huan blinked her dizzy eyes, put down the book, "Thank you for your wife's invitation, I'm going to change clothes."

As she spoke, Shen Huan's tone was soaring, and she couldn't help asking Huan'er Qingzi and the nanny when she left the flower hall: "What gifts should I bring to the Shangshu Mansion, gold, silver, jade, and Mrs. Wu should not like it, but last year The red coral ornament I got is not bad, why don't I give it away."

The excitement on his face couldn't be stopped, but the nanny and Huan'er Qingzi didn't look very good-looking.

Huan'er hesitated to speak several times, but was finally suppressed by the nanny with her eyes.

Shen Huan tidied up quickly, wearing an old green sleeveless dress and a dark blue bat-patterned horse-face pleated skirt, which was very suitable for his status as an old lady in the Shangshufu. With Nanny Qingzi, she happily went out with a gift.

Zhao's Mansion is not far from Chen's Mansion, just two streets away, but it's only when we get inside that we can see the details of the Minister of Rites' Mansion, with pavilions, towers, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees.

On the way here, the nanny whispered to him that the Minister of Rites, Zhao Ting, was of mediocre talent, and that he was able to sit in this seat because of his mother, Duoluogege Yuwenzhu.

I heard that Duoluogege Yuwenzhu had saved the life of the present sage. After the current sage ascended the throne, Dorogege had passed away. To show his kindness, he sent Duoluogege's son Zhao Ting to the Ministry of Rites.

Zhao Wen is old, people in the court turn a blind eye to him, they only regard him as a mascot, and if they have something to do, they can just ask the Minister of Rites.

There is an idea that everyone tacitly shares.

This person, the Holy One, is scheming and elusive, and being able to show kindness to Zhao Ting proves that the human nature is still there, and there is no need to be too afraid.

Chen's sedan chair entered Zhao's mansion, and at the junction of the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard, four other strong women came forward with a warm sedan chair.

After about half a cup of tea, the warm sedan chair landed, and the round-faced maid who went to invite Shen Huan said softly outside the sedan chair, "Madam, we're here."

Shen Huan seldom went out, and was bumped by the sedan chair all the way so that her stomach would churn, she tore off the sachet from her waist and sucked heavily before getting out of the sedan chair.

As soon as his feet landed, his hands were suddenly grabbed.

"You're here. They don't believe what I said. They just say that I think about it every day and dream at night. There is no such beautiful person as you in the world."

"Yo, you don't look good," Wu's heart ached, and she hurriedly ordered, "Go and call Dr. Xu!"

Shen Huan pressed her hand: "You don't need to call the doctor, just rest for a while."

Wu looked at him: "What's the matter, is it heat stroke or something?"

Shen Huan's face was a little hot, and she whispered to her: "I don't go out often, and I was bumped by the sedan chair."

Wu stared, unable to speak for a while.

She is a playful person. When she was young, she led a group of little sisters to ride horses up the mountain to chase roe deer. The average man could not compare to him. This was the first time she heard someone sitting uncomfortable in a sedan chair.

And from Chen's Mansion to Zhao's Mansion, it's only two streets away.

She patted Shen Huanshou: "I have long heard that Han women don't go out of the door, and they hang around in the boudoir all day long. I saw you today."

"But it will be different from now on. I will call you often in the future. When the weather is cooler, let's go to the suburbs to see the red maples, and then hold a banquet of Qushui Liushang. We will call all the best opera troupes in the capital to sing three songs." Days and three nights."

Shen Huan's eyes were shining brightly, her heart was pounding in her chest.

he likes.

He loves it.

He even said hello a few times and nodded several times.

Mrs. Wu dragged him in, and all the gang who had a good time with her ran outside.

He teased unceremoniously: "I want to see what kind of fairy can make you talk about it every day."

"That's right, I used to change my mouth every day, but now it's been half a month, and it's still Mrs. Chen, whoops, I can't hear it—"

Shen Huan, who was pulled by Wu Shi, knew that they were talking about herself, so she stood under the steps and raised her head to look at them.

A pair of eyes, looking straight at the people on the steps trembled.

Mrs. Wu lifted her chin triumphantly, "This is Mrs. Chen's wife, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Mrs. Shen."

Everyone stared blankly, like waking up from a big dream, and the voices of greetings were sparse.

Wu took Shen Huan and introduced him from left to right.

"This is the Fucha clan, the wife of Zuodu Censor of the Inspectorate."

Mrs. Zuodu Yushi of the Inspectorate is of medium build, with sharp brows, and her eyes lingered on Shen Huan: "No wonder you have been talking about it for so long..."

"He really is a fairy-like person..."

Wu's tail almost turned up, and she pulled Shen Huan to see the second one, "This is the cabinet bachelor's wife, Hu Xishi."

A small gathering of more than a dozen people came around and recognized familiar faces, and went back to the house bustlingly.

Mrs. Wu pulled Shen Huan and asked him to sit next to her: "Taste this tea, how is it cooked?"

The color of the tea soup faintly came out from the jasper teacup. Shen Huan ate a lot of good things. She looked at the color of the tea soup and smelled it: "The Yuqian Longjing just picked this year was picked on the morning of the fifth day before Qingming."

Wu gave a thumbs up: "Good eyesight and good nose."

This thing is not just something that can be seen by looking at it. The words Shen Huan clearly said that they are used to the Longjing before the rain, so they don't find it strange.

But the Yuqian Dragon Well that Mrs. Wu brought out was rewarded by the Queen Mother in the palace, and the annual production is only so small, except for the Holy One, only the Queen Mother gets a part.

Shen Huan can drink it, there is no other way except that Chen Fangyue gave her the reward from the Holy Spirit.

It can be seen that Chen Fangyue's affection for this sequel.

Drinking tea, eating snacks, watching a few foreign gadgets under Wu's careful preparation.

Especially the clock that was half a person tall, as the golden needle rattled away, the small carved door on the top suddenly opened, and a little boy with a bare buttocks and curly hair came out.

The arms and legs are jointed, like a lotus root joint, and there is a pair of small wings behind it.

"ah--"

The ladies turned their heads away.

At this moment, the servant girl in the front yard hurried in: "Greetings to my wife, I'm calling from the front, the king of Xiangjun is here, I heard that your wife has something new, I want to take a look."

"Prince Xiangjun?"

"The king of Xiangjun is here."

"If I had known King Xiangjun was coming, I would have brought Yunlian..."

Wu was at a loss: "The prince of the county is here, this, this is not a greeting."

The room is full of officials and women, and the king of Xiangjun is a foreigner, so what's wrong with mixing in there.

But if the prince is coming, no one can stop him.

Wu immediately ordered the servant girl: "Move these things together with the tables, chairs and benches to the yard, and call ten more servant girls to be servants, to make it brighter."

The king of Xiangjun came faster than everyone thought, the maids were trotting to set the tables and chairs, and the wives just walked out the door, when a figure surrounded by stars stepped across the screen wall like lightning.

All the wives, including Shen Huan, hurriedly saluted: "My lord, please be well."

When Yu Wenyao saw Shen Huan kneeling on the ground with her head down, she licked her dry lips and held back the hand that wanted to help him up: "Excuse me."

"It's the king who is abrupt. Hearing that there are new foreign gadgets in Madam's house, I can't help but want to take a look. I also hope Madam Haihan."

The men in Yuwen's family were all good-looking, and they had the status of gold and jade. How could the Wu family and a group of female relatives blame him, throwing good words one after another.

Yu Wenyao couldn't hear it in his ears at all, and his heart and eyes were full of Shen Huan.

It's hard for Shen Huan to ignore the scorching eyes.

Shen Huan wrinkled slightly, and hid her body behind the nanny's back. The nanny was puzzled: "What's the matter, madam, what's wrong?"

"That Xiangjun king is so rude." There were so many people watching him, Shen Huan was not afraid of being seen.

But King Xiangjun was young, so he couldn't hold back that thought, he just wanted to see him naked, just like that stupid donkey, barking so loudly that he wanted the whole world to know about it, which was annoying.

The nanny immediately put her stocky body in front of Shen Huan: "Ma'am, let's go first. This Xiangjun king has no scruples in his actions. If something gets out, it will be difficult for you in the future."

After finally coming out, Shen Huan had fire in her eyes.

He stood up and said, "Well, I'll say goodbye to Mrs. Wu."

All the people here are spirits who have lived for decades, and the king of Xiangjun can't hide his tail, everyone's eyes on Shen Huan have secretly changed.

The author has something to say:

Shen Huan is contradictory.

He was well protected by his parents and kept out of worldly affairs.

Because of his outstanding appearance, he has received love from many people since he was a child. There is no shortage of love. Love and liking are very common in his eyes.

Conceited in appearance (of course, with conceited capital)

In short, his body is mature, but his mind is pure and almost cruel.