Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Song Yuesheng smiled faintly: "If Sister Li Fei is determined to start a new life, I can teach you the tricks."

Concubine Li is the woman in the harem whose appearance is the least like Wen Man, but her straightforward personality to anyone is exactly the same as Wen Man before her rebirth.

They were also the first group of innocent people to be framed and killed by Wen Man in the plot.

Concubine Li picked up the teacup on the table, lifted the lid, and took a sip: "Sister Imperial Concubine, you are too kind. I feel that I am fine now."

It was not her intention to enter the palace.

If the emperor never came to the harem, she would be happy for a long time.

"I hope I can have your optimistic attitude of being content with the current situation."

Song Yuesheng covered his chest, covered his face and pretended to cough a few times.

Qiao Xin understood what he meant immediately. She took a few steps forward with her hands raised and bowed to the concubines apologetically.

"My queen caught a cold yesterday, and the doctor said she should rest more. Please come back another day, ladies and gentlemen."

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes weakly and said, "Please forgive me, sisters. When I feel better in the future, I will personally invite you sisters to come and have a chat."

The concubines present had a clear mind.

The cold is fake, recuperation is real.

"Sister Li Fei, is Concubine Song really going to start competing for favor?"

Just after walking out of the Jiangxue Palace, Guiren Liu, who lived in the same palace with Concubine Li, anxiously wanted to confirm the answer.

She came from a poor family and was a concubine's daughter.

On the day of the draft, she hoped desperately not to be selected. But the opposite happened and she was left behind.

Her father was happy and asked someone to send her a message, asking her to find a way to win the emperor's favor and become pregnant with a prince.

But Concubine Liu didn't want to.

Her biological mother had died two years ago. She had nothing to cling to and only hoped to live out her life in peace in the palace.

If Concubine Song really wanted to compete for favor, she must tell Concubine Song as soon as possible that she did not have that intention and persuade her not to target her.

"I have met Concubine Song twice outside the palace, once at the Lantern Festival and once at the Flower Festival. She is not the type to be manipulated by others."

Concubine Li still remembers her shock at the Lantern Festival when she saw Song Yuesheng, dressed in men's clothes, coming out of the Qunfang Pavilion.

Her father always said that she lacked the grace of a lady from a noble family, but Song Yuesheng, who went in and out of entertainment venues, had even less.

Concubine Li looked back at the Jiangxue Palace.

General Song has made many military achievements and has been stationed at the border all year round. Mrs. Song dotes on her daughter very much. Why was Song Yuesheng included in the draft list?

Hearing Concubine Li say this, Guiren Liu felt a little relieved.

Catching a glimpse of the woman in a goose yellow dress walking towards the Jiangxue Palace, Concubine Liu quickly stretched out her hand to block her.

"Sister, the Imperial Concubine is ill. You should come visit her another day."

Wen Man frowned in dissatisfaction.

again.

Xiao Guixi is a complete liar!

"I have a close personal relationship with the imperial concubine, so you don't need to worry about it. Taoxiang, let's go."

She emphasized the word "imperial concubine".

The hatred revealed in his words frightened Concubine Liu.

She just gave a kind reminder, why would she be hated?

Taoxiang didn't dare to say anything.

Ever since the talented lady was locked up in the woodshed by Concubine Li's maids last night, her temper has become even more violent than before.

Not only did he beat Li Jieyu's maid, he also slapped Li Jieyu several times and smashed many vases in her room.

When they left, Concubine Li was still crying with her hands covering her face.

As she stepped into the gate of Jiangxue Palace, Wen Man's eyes were filled with jealousy.

The further I go, the angrier I get.

If the hatred of knowing that Xiao Guixi selected many concubines was three stars, then the hatred of knowing that Song Yuesheng was a noble concubine was ten full stars.

Why does Song Yuesheng live here alone!

Why is she the only imperial concubine in the harem!

Didn’t Xiao Guixi say that he hated Song Yuesheng the most? Why did he take her into the harem?

A frivolous woman like Song Yuesheng is not worthy at all!

Qiao Yue, who was guarding outside the main hall, saw the two people walking straight over and bowed respectfully to Wen Man: "My lady, the imperial concubine has gone to bed and is not available to see guests."

"I heard that Concubine Song often suffers from insomnia and sleeps restlessly, so I came to send you some calming incense."

Qiao Yue felt confused.

Only the Madam and a few people who have served the young lady for many years know about insomnia, how could this young lady know about it? Is it true that the palace is full of dangers as the Madam said?

At this moment, a clear voice was heard from inside the house.

"Qiao Yue, who are you talking to?"

"Sister Imperial Concubine, I heard that you suffer from insomnia, so I came to give you some calming incense from my hometown."

"In that case...Qiao Yue, let your sister in."

"Yes."

Qiao Yue hid her doubts, opened the door, and led Wen Man in.

Walking around the front hall, the window was slightly open and in front of the couch was a charcoal brazier.

Sitting on the couch near the window was a girl in thin clothes, holding a round fan in her hand.

There was a small table on the couch, and two cups of hot tea with white smoke coming out of them, as if they had anticipated the arrival of guests.

Song Yuesheng pointed across the street with her round fan in her hand: "It's freezing outside. Thank you for your concern. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up first."

"Thank you, Sister Imperial Concubine."

Wen Man picked up the teacup and drank it all.

She let Song Yuesheng be proud for a while.

The more proud you are, the harder you will fall in the future.

Song Yuesheng changed his posture and tapped the handle of the fan again and again.

One second, two seconds.

Wen Man didn't react at all.

The Sparrow Spirit's coma drug has expired?

However, the next moment, a violent electric shock spread from Song Yuesheng's heart to his limbs, and the wounds felt as if they were being stabbed by a knife, with blood oozing out.

[Alarm! The host has been detected to be harming the female protagonist, and will be punished by electric shock for half an hour!]

Song Yuesheng wanted to curse.

The wound on her chest was getting more and more painful, and she grabbed at her clothes.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wen Man was completely stunned, staring blankly at Song Yuesheng who was curled up in the body.

Could it be that Song Yuesheng deliberately let her in and framed her?

There were no surveillance cameras in ancient times. Taoxiang was hers, but the other party had two maids as witnesses...

Qiao Xin was the first to react. She put away the calming incense that Tao Xiang had given her and said hastily, "My lady, my queen is not feeling well. When she gets better, I will personally invite you to reminisce about the past."

Wen Man's experience of watching dozens of costume dramas told her that leaving would only make her fall into Song Yuesheng's trap.

She pretended to pick up the hot tea on the table.

When you are in doubt, rely on hot water.

"Taoxiang, go get the imperial physician. I will take care of the Imperial Concubine here."

"Yes."

Qiao Xin was worried that the other party would trip her up, so she whispered something to Qiao Yue and quickly chased after him.

"Sister Concubine, are you okay..."

No, she is very bad.

What Song Yuesheng least wants to hear right now is Wen Man's voice.

She was too impatient and forgot that in the previous world it was Murong Lou, one of the male protagonists, who took action, not her.

It seems that there is no other way except taking the shortcut of snatching the favor of the hostess.

"Sister Imperial Concubine."

"Thank you for your concern, sister. I'm fine and don't want to drink tea." Song Yuesheng held the clothes tightly, took the teacup from her hand, and put it back on the small table.

"My lady, I will help you to go back to the couch and rest first."

When Qiao Yue saw the blood oozing from Song Yuesheng's chest, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

She now believed what the lady said.

There is no good person in the palace.

Suddenly, a shrill voice was heard outside the door.

"Your Majesty is here!"