Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Her voice was arrogant and her articulation was not as clear as that of people from Beijing, with a distinct southern Xinjiang accent.

Amire stared with his blue eyes and pointed his slender index finger condescendingly at the palace maid who was picking flowers.

Her voice was quite loud, and for a moment, everyone looked at her.

Wen Yuan calmly took the plum branch, which was decorated with a few red plum blossoms. The closer he got to it, the stronger the fragrance became.

She sniffed lightly and said calmly, "Red plum blossoms are gorgeous, but I prefer yellow plum blossoms. Go pick some more yellow plum blossoms for me."

The maid who had just picked the flowers immediately responded: "Yes, Madam, I will go right away."

Wen Yuan's actions undoubtedly made Amire slap her in the face a few times. When had she ever been treated like this?

"The Emperor has said that the flowers in the Imperial Garden are for viewing and must not be picked. Is the Imperial Concubine disobeying his orders?"

Wen Yuan took a sip of tea and gave Amire a calm look. "You are not allowed to pick flowers from the Imperial Garden. The Emperor never told me this. But His Majesty knows that I love flowers, so he asked the palace gardeners to select the freshest branches every day and send them to Yonghe Palace. I like new things and I hate old things. The flowers I picked in the morning have lost their fragrance by noon, so I must pick fresh ones in the afternoon."

"You're lying." Amire was anxious and retorted in a sharp voice, "His Majesty told me so himself. How could he lie to me?"

What a nice kiss! Wen Yuan smiled.

Indeed, after Li Zhao became the supreme ruler of the Taifeng Dynasty, seeing him was considered an honor to his ancestors, not to mention the emperor's promise.

In the past, Li Zhao was trapped in the Eastern Palace and no one cared about him. Only Wen Yuan was willing to listen to him.

Perhaps they said so much in those years that they would never be able to finish saying anything in their entire lives, so now they have nothing to say.

"Princess Amire, my queen would never lie, nor would she need to. She has been in charge of the harem for many years, and many of the rules were established by her. It's normal for a guest from southern Xinjiang who has come all the way here to make mistakes."

Xiaoying was fearless when defending Wen Yuan. So what if she was the Princess of Southern Xinjiang? No one in the harem could disrespect the Empress.

What's more, as soon as Amire arrived in the capital, she wanted to seize the position of queen. She was the enemy of the imperial concubine.

Sakura would never tolerate the head of the harem being trampled over and run wild.

Suddenly, Amire pulled out a long whip from his waist and swung it at Sakura.

"Ah." Sakura felt pain and was thrown to the ground by the whip.

"Xiaoying!" The plum branch in Wen Yuan's hand fell, and she stood up suddenly.

"How dare you!" Wen Yuan was really angry.

Since she took charge of the harem, she has always been gentle, virtuous, tolerant and generous.

Just because she has received higher education that teaches equality to all, it doesn't mean she is really harmless.

If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. If someone offends me, I will give him a needle in return.

"Someone, bring the whip to me." Wen Yuan's calm voice concealed immense anger.

She helped Sakura up and looked at the bright red whip marks on her neck with heartache.

Although Xiaoying is a servant, Wen Yuan treats her as a half-sister. She is given the best food, clothing and other necessities among the palace maids. Her skin is so tender and delicate that even the slightest pressure can leave marks on it.

Now her flawless white skin was whipped until it was bleeding, and this whip was no different from hitting Wen Yuan in the face.

"Yes."

The palace maids naturally couldn't stand the arrogance of the people from southern Xinjiang, so after receiving the order from the imperial concubine, they all rolled up their sleeves and went forward.

Someone was quick enough to grab the tail of the whip and pulled it hard, causing Amire to stagger.

"You dare! *%@@$**&." Amire spoke the southern Xinjiang dialect quickly and urgently. The southern Xinjiang people behind her had solemn expressions on their faces and immediately stepped forward to surround Amire.

The people of southern Xinjiang are tall and strong, a people on horseback. Raised on mare's milk, they are tall and strong. Although they are outnumbered, their sturdy physiques make them very imposing.

The two groups wrestled with each other, and were evenly matched, with no winner determined in a short period of time.

Wen Yuan's attention was entirely on Xiaoying. She unbuttoned the buttons around Xiaoying's neck and breathed gently on the wound.

"Does it hurt? I'll ask someone to call the imperial physician." Wen Yuan's brows were twisted into a small mountain. He carefully opened his collar and found that the wound was thick and long.

"My queen, I'm not hurt. The people in southern Xinjiang are too barbaric. Please be careful." Xiaoying still did not forget to protect Wen Yuan at this time. She pulled her back a few steps, fearing that Wen Yuan would get bumped.

"Don't run around." Wen Yuan pulled her to sit down: "Sit still."

Wen Yuan looked scary when he had a cold face, so Xiaoying stopped moving and sat down with a stiff neck.

Wen Yuan: [System, is the whip poisonous?]

System: [No. ]

Wen Yuan felt relieved.

I thought to myself that after I return, I should ask the imperial physician to send some skin-gelling cream to avoid leaving scars.

The Lotus Pavilion is not big, with one side moving and the other still, as if it were separated.

On the other side, there were people pulling each other's hair, cursing in their native dialect, and secretly plotting against each other. The noise was as loud as a vegetable market.

On this side, Wen Yuan was concentrating on observing the wound, gently wiping the blood with a clean handkerchief, even his breathing was quiet.

"Bang." The door of the Lotus Pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and the angry emperor stood in the falling snow.

"stop!"

Everyone turned around.

"emperor."

"emperor."

The palace maids were horrified and immediately let go of their hands. They knelt on the ground with their hair disheveled, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground, trembling with fear, not knowing whether it was the cold or Li Zhao's anger.

The people of Southern Xinjiang were also stunned. They also let go of their hands and performed the most honorable Southern Xinjiang etiquette to the emperor of the Taifeng Dynasty.

Because people from southern Xinjiang do not kneel, they all stand, so you can see that some people's faces are scratched, some people's southern Xinjiang clothes are torn, and even Amire, who is standing in the middle, has his pigtails on his head pulled out by someone, making them a mess.

"Brother Emperor, they actually dared to hit me." Amire pointed at the palace maids kneeling on the ground and complained aggrievedly.

Emperor Brother, this title sounds so nice.

There were tears in Amire's blue glass-like eyes, like the water of the Munacuo Lake in southern Xinjiang, beautiful like a fairyland on earth.

Li Zhao looked at her, his eyes different from when he looked at the maids from southern Xinjiang, with obvious tenderness in them.

"How can a brawl break out in the palace? Have all the rules we learned been eaten by dogs?"

No matter how you look at it, Li Zhao's accountability shows dissatisfaction with Wen Yuan.

After all, she has been in charge of the harem for many years. She set the rules and she is in charge of the people.

It is understandable that people in southern Xinjiang cannot even speak Taifeng dialect and do not know what etiquette is.

The palace had many rules. If a maid made a mistake, she would be confined to the firewood room at the very least, or punished with a caning at the worst. Today, they had fought with the Princess of Southern Xinjiang. If the Imperial Concubine didn't protect them, they might not see the light of day tomorrow.

Wen Yuan would not sit idly by. She stood up and said, "Princess Nanjiang whipped my personal maid for no reason. I had her punished. This was both legal and reasonable."

"It was you who lied first." The Princess of Southern Xinjiang retorted harshly.