EBE Chapter 813 [Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace 3]
Chapter 813 [Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace 3]
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the big day for Youyou to enter the mansion. Because she married into the Prince Bao's mansion as a concubine, although her status is slightly lower than that of a legitimate wife, she can still have her own wedding. However, unlike a legitimate wife, Youyou cannot wear the red Manchu dress that symbolizes the status of a principal wife.
It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. When the bridal sedan slowly arrived at the Prince Bao's mansion, everyone was looking forward to it. As the groom, Hongli knew that Youyou was the one chosen by the emperor, so he naturally did not dare to neglect her. He personally stepped out of the mansion to welcome the arrival of the bridal sedan. When the curtain of the sedan was lifted, Youyou was seen wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, looking charming and beautiful. Hongli smiled and stretched out his hand, gently took Youyou's hand, and led her into the palace.
After entering the palace, Hongli first took Youyou to Simiao Pavilion to rest for a while. This pavilion is exquisite and elegant, with a quiet and peaceful environment. It is a residence specially prepared for the concubine. Afterwards, Hongli came to the front hall and warmly entertained the guests who came to congratulate. At the same time, the main wife Fu Cha Langhuan was not idle either. She was dignified and generous to entertain many female guests, showing the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.
As time went by, night gradually fell and the lights came on. People who had been busy all day felt a little tired. At this time, Lianxin, who had been serving beside him, noticed that Fu Cha Langhuan looked a little tired, and whispered: "Fujin, it's getting late. You have been working hard all day. Why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while. Besides, the prince will surely go to the concubine tonight."
Fu Cha Langhuan nodded slightly, sighed and said, "Well, it's time to rest. I'm lucky that the concubine came into the mansion a whole month later than me, otherwise I really don't know if I could handle all these affairs." After that, she stood up and, surrounded by the maids, slowly left the front hall and walked towards her bedroom.
"Master, you are the legitimate wife! That woman is just a concubine, what does she count for? Besides, wife, what we should really worry about now are Princess Qing and Princess Gao who will enter the mansion in three days! Especially Princess Qing, I heard that she and the prince have known each other since childhood, they can be said to be childhood sweethearts!" Su Lian said to her master with a worried look on her face.
Fu Cha Lang Huan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and letting the maids help her remove her makeup, sneered after hearing this and said, "Hmph, that's enough, stop talking. I am now the legitimate wife, so I naturally don't take those concubines seriously. But that Ulanara dared to embarrass me in public during the selection. I originally thought that with her skills, she could at least become a concubine, but I didn't expect that she would be just a low-class princess in the end."
Su Lian quickly agreed, "Master is absolutely right. This Ulanara family is so ignorant and is really asking for trouble."
As night fell and the lights came on, the whole palace was immersed in silence. After Hongli finished dealing with the affairs in the front yard, he walked towards the Simiao Pavilion where Youyou lived. As soon as he stepped into the gate, he saw Youyou coming out in a bright and eye-catching scarlet dress. At this time, she had taken off most of her jewelry, leaving only a few simple pearl hairpins adorning her hair, which made her look even more beautiful.
Seeing Hongli coming, Youyou's face immediately blossomed with a smile as bright as a flower, and she asked in a delicate voice: "My concubine greets the prince. Is your Majesty ready for dinner?"
Hongli smiled and replied, "I have already eaten in the front yard. Has Concubine Jin eaten yet?"
Youyou walked to Hongli's side with light lotus steps, nodded slightly and smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have already eaten earlier, and Fu Jin even sent someone to deliver exquisite meals."
Ning Dong carefully held a bowl of steaming hot hangover soup and walked slowly into the room. She first respectfully performed a standard etiquette to Hongli and Youyou, and then spoke softly: "Your servant greets the prince and concubine. This bowl of hangover soup was specially prepared by the concubine. The master is worried that the prince will have an unbearable headache when he wakes up tomorrow, so he asked me to prepare this hangover soup early."
Hongli took the hangover soup from Ningdong with a smile, turned his gaze to the gentle and graceful Youyou beside him, and said softly, "Concubine, it's really hard for you to be so thoughtful and considerate."
Youyou nodded slightly, looked at Hongli lovingly, and said softly, "Your Majesty, please use some while it's hot."
Hongli nodded and said, "Okay." Then he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hangover soup. However, just as the soup touched the tip of his tongue, the expression on Hongli's face suddenly changed subtly. At first, there was a hint of doubt, and then a look of surprise surged to his eyebrows.
Hongli put down the bowl, looked at Youyou with surprise, and praised: "Concubine, your hangover soup is very different from the ones I had before! The taste is unique and the flavor is very good."
Hearing Hongli's praise, Youyou couldn't help but smile and explained, "I only know a little about medicine. My father likes to drink, but he hates the taste of ordinary hangover soup, thinking that its smell is pungent and difficult to swallow. So I devoted myself to research and tried to prepare a hangover soup that can effectively sober up without that unpleasant smell. I wonder if Your Majesty likes this taste?"
Upon hearing this, Hongli's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Hmm, this hangover soup is really good. I wonder what the recipe is? If I knew, I could have someone make it for me to enjoy from time to time in the future."
Youyou raised her head slightly and whispered to Ningdong beside her: "Ningdong, go and get the hangover recipe on my dressing table and give it to the prince." Her voice was clear and pleasant, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.
Upon hearing this, Ningdong quickly responded, "Yes, master." After that, she quickly walked to the dressing table, carefully picked up the hangover recipe, and turned back to Youyou.
At this time, Hongli, who had been sitting aside, said, "Li Yu, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and take this thing from your master Chen Jia and keep it away." Although his tone was somewhat majestic, his eyes revealed a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
"Yes, Your Highness." Li Yu responded quickly, and while speaking, he quickly took the prescription from Ning Dong's hand and stood aside respectfully.
Seeing that the matter had been settled, Hongli waved his hand and said, "Okay, you all can leave now."
Everyone answered in unison, "Yes." Then, Ningdong and Li Yu walked to the door together, gently closed the door, and then waited quietly outside.
Inside the house, Hongli slowly stretched out his slender arms, looked at Youyou with a smile, and motioned her to come over to change his clothes. Seeing this, Youyou blushed slightly, walked to Hongli with lotus steps, gently raised her hands, and began to take off his heavy coat.
As the clothes were taken off piece by piece, Hongli's muscular body gradually appeared in front of Youyou. I don't know when the atmosphere between the two became more and more ambiguous. Maybe it was because they were alone in the room at the moment, or maybe it was the vague feelings that were quietly spreading... In short, inadvertently, I don't know who took the initiative to take that step first. When Youyou came to her senses, she found that she and Hongli were lying on the bed, facing each other frankly and without reservation.
The golden sword pierced the peach blossom core, and he frowned secretly without daring to speak loudly.
As the wine gets stronger, my spring thoughts surge, and the mandarin duck embroidered quilt turns over red waves.
The jade furnace is filled with ice mushrooms and mandarin duck brocade, and the powder melts into fragrant sweat that flows onto the mountain pillow.
I am unable to move my wrist carelessly, but I love to bow my head.
The neck is white and tender, and the light shirt is light pink.