Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

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He then smashed a white porcelain vase with a magnolia pattern and gold painting.

"Your Majesty, why are you so angry with her? She's just a maid, how could she possibly become anything great? Your real rival is that person. No matter how much the Emperor likes her, she's just a plaything. He'll throw her aside when he gets tired of her. We should focus on training the Fourth and Eighth Princes..."

Zhenshu waited until she had finished venting before helping her sit down and comforting her.

"Hmph! Let that bitch laugh for a while longer. Zhenshu, quickly bring me my Yu family women's clothing. The emperor loves to see me dance this way..."

At this time, Yan Wan didn't know that Qixiang Palace was eyeing her covetously, but she had made a name for herself in the harem and was in the emperor's favor. It went without saying that Qixiang Palace would not treat her well.

At this moment, she was still in Yongshou Palace, enjoying some iced yogurt that had just been delivered by the imperial kitchen. The June heat was unbearable, so the Imperial Household Department had sent her the ice early, and Chunchan was fanning her.

"Master, Eunuch Jinzhong is here." Lan Cui came to report.

"Let him in quickly."

Hearing that it was Jinzhong, Yanwan quickly put down the small cup in her hand.

"This servant pays his respects to Wei Changzai."

He bent his knees slightly, saluted with a fist, and stood up only after receiving approval.

"Eunuch Jinzhong, why are you here today?"

Jinzhong understood and shouted outside, "Come in."

The eunuchs in the greenhouse were seen carrying several pots of flowers and placing them on the shelves according to Lan Cui's instructions.

Yanwan smelled the fragrance of flowers, it was jasmine.

There was a pot of flowers right in front of her. She walked forward, stretched out her index finger, and lightly touched the pistil.

After the palace servants finished their work, Chunchan pulled Lan Cui away so that the two of them could talk more conveniently.

"I have finally answered the question that Master gave me last time. How should Master reward me?" He walked behind Yan Wan and took a deep breath of her fragrance.

The weather is hot today and the emperor needs someone by his side. The two of them haven't spoken like this for nearly half a month.

"Why Jasmine?"

Yan Wan turned around, but was trapped in front of the flowers by him. The distance between them was only a fist, so close that she could hear his slightly rapid breathing.

"She is dressed in green with ornaments, and has a fair face. She is infinitely quiet and graceful in the wind. She is extraordinary and elegant, and she is the most gentle as the moon."

Jinzhong recited Liu Yong's poems in a clear voice.

"Is this...Liu Yong's Mantingfang?"

"Yes! That day, your master also appeared in front of me in a green dress, with green rings and ornaments, and a fair face... Most importantly, there is a poem about jasmine, 'When love and affection are at their strongest, even in dreams I can still smell the fragrance on her temples...' He lowered his head to Yanwan's ear, and the hot air he exhaled mixed with the fragrance lingered in his ear.

Jinzhong pressed on, until Yanwan had no way out. He lifted his slender, well-proportioned hand, plucked a sprig of jasmine, and placed it in her hair. The small flowers nestled among the green leaves, a charming sight, their fragrance rich.

"Love is the strongest part of a relationship, and even in dreams I can still smell the fragrance on my temples..."

In the scorching summer heat, Yanwan read to herself, her nose filled with the scent of jasmine and the faint, cool fragrance of Jinzhong's body. The two aromas intertwined and surrounded her, making her dizzy and her feeling increasingly hot.

Jinzhong came in a hurry and sweated a lot along the way. He was even slightly panting at this time.

Maybe it was because of the heat or the odor, but Yan Wan's face also turned red. The two of them were too close, and every move they made was a little awkward. Yan Wan could only take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face.

But before it touched her face, a large hand grabbed her wrist.

"Is this the reward from the master to the servant?"

Jinzhong's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes stared at Yanwan, his eyes sparkling, waiting for her to praise him.

"Is this the reward from your master to me?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Jinzhong repeated it again, as if he wanted to see into her heart through her eyes.

Yanwan's heart was beating wildly. She tried to calm herself down, "Jinzhong, you..."

Jinzhong held Yanwan's hand tightly and pulled her closer. Yanwan fell straight into his arms.

With the beauty in his arms, her fragrance filled his whole body. He paused, leaned close to Yanwan's ear, and whispered softly, "The slave wants to win the master's heart."

Yanwan's face turned red instantly, and she felt like the ice in the ice bucket in front of her, about to melt into water. She struggled slightly, but was afraid that Jinzhong would think too much, so she didn't dare to use too much force.

"Jinzhong, you...you let me go first!"

Jinzhong didn't let go, but instead pulled Yanwan into his arms: "My feelings for your master are known to heaven and earth. Please listen carefully to my heart. When you've heard enough, ask yourself, where is your heart?"

Yanwan was hugged tightly by Jinzhong. She could feel Jinzhong's hot breath on her neck and his strong heartbeat in her ears.

Jinzhong had always been restrained in front of her. The most excessive thing he did was just touch her face or hold her hand. This sudden hug made her feel weak all over.

"Jinzhong..."

Yanwan just opened her mouth, but Jinzhong suddenly let go.

"I was just joking. Master, please continue to wipe my sweat. I like this reward."

Jinzhong smiled even more broadly, and he bent down slightly and lowered his head to put his face in front of her, motioning her to continue wiping the sweat off her face, and his eyes were reluctant to leave her face.

Lingzhuer rarely appeared so charming in front of him, and Jinzhong felt that he could never get enough of looking at her.

When Jinzhong shouted just now, half of my body felt numb.

Yan Wan just felt a little empty, pouting her lips and not daring to look at him, while at the same time carefully wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

When I flirted with him before, I just thought he was cute, but now that I’m being teased in return, I really can’t stand it.

"I know your master likes trumpet creepers, but this jasmine is just as easy to grow as the trumpet creepers. More importantly, this flower represents my heart! Your master, you must think carefully about it. If you can't figure it out, I'll be heartbroken..."

Jinzhong lowered his voice, and it was as light as a feather falling on Yanwan's heart, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"The Yangxin Palace is still waiting for me to return and serve. My master, I will take my leave." He bowed again and left the Yongshou Palace with a sense of pride.

"What's wrong with Eunuch Jinzhong? Why is he like a big rooster?" After sending Jinzhong away, Chunchan came in with a puzzled look on her face.

Yan Wan looked up and asked her, "Chun Chan, you said Jin Zhong gave me Jasmine, what exactly does that mean?"

"Jasmine?"

"Jasmine... Mo Li, isn't this Eunuch Jinzhong expressing his loyalty to the Master? Is he trying to say he will never leave you, Master?"

Mo Li, Yan Wan's heart was moved, and she understood instantly, this is not a show of loyalty, it is clearly a true expression of true feelings through flowers!

Jinzhong is really smart and has a lot of tricks to please people, but Yanwan just likes him that way.

She touched the jasmine flowers in her hair and couldn't help laughing foolishly. Her face felt even hotter, so she quickly sat down and ate a few more bites of ice cream to relieve the heat.

Lan Cui and Chun Chan didn't understand what it meant, and the two little girls were confused.

The jasmine flowers were so fragrant that just a few pots filled the room with their scent, instantly alleviating the summer heat and making the air fresh and pleasant.

Poor little flower, it carries the deep friendship between the two people. If it turned into a real object, the branch would be crushed.

The time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was late autumn. Because Yan Wan was favored by the emperor, she was named Concubine Wei a month ago.

She was promoted one after another after only three months of serving the emperor. Such favor was very rare, and even the empress dowager paid some attention to her.

She spoke in a pleasant way and knew that Empress Fucha disliked her, so she often went to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager.

The Queen Mother didn't feel anything at first, but she came whenever she had time and could always come up with new ways to make her happy. Over time, she began to feel a little good about her.

Today, she had just come out of the Cining Palace with Meipin. They agreed to discuss Buddhism together tomorrow and then left. Unexpectedly, Yanwan turned around and met Jiafei.

Concubine Jia passed by in a sedan chair.