Concubine Raiders: Rebirth As a Queen

Shen Mansion spent the New Year quietly. The people of the new year have doubled their money recently. Shen Mansion seems to be festive and auspicious, but the masters of Shen Mansion are busy entering the new year.

After dinner that day, Shen Anyan went back to the house to rest early. When I returned to the house, I heard someone coming to report. Shen Anyan went outside and saw that the servants of the Shen Mansion were moving the things outside the door in boxes. Needless to say, I knew it was Song Zhenli.

Shen Anyan was about to go out, but Steward Qi said that the carriage had already left.

Shen Anyan sighed. Song Zhenli estimated that he was afraid that Ye Qiuni and Shen Chenyin would see that he and Yin Chenlang had such a good relationship, and Shen Mansion must have some knowledge of the situation. However, if he came to deliver medicine like this, even if he didn't show his face, he would be known to Shen Shenyin and Ye Qiu Ni.

But as long as Song Zhenli put on a evasive appearance, Shen Shenyin would tacitly know that Song Zhenli was prepared to conceal it, so he would not ask face to face or do other things.

Presumably Yin Chenlang would not want Song Zhenli to show up, because he didn't want Song Zhenli to be used by Shen Shenyin. Song Zhenli has a special status, and everyone wants to win, but Song Zhenli doesn't want to manage so much now, just wants to go to battle and kill the enemy regardless. If Song Zhen ideally is like this, he must be "clean and self-sufficient" from the beginning, and it will not be contaminated with political affairs. Only in this way can you show your attitude.

"Move everything to Shen Yingqing." Shen Anyan said.

In the past few days, Shen Anyan and Shen Yingqing have been recuperating. Song Zhenli's medicine is really useful. Packed separately in boxes, all have been sorted out.

At first, when Shen Anyan told Shen Yingqing that it was Song Zhenli who had sent it, Shen Yingqing's cheeks were still blushing, and then she slowed down a bit and looked at the medicine in front of her with a smile.

The sachet Shen Anyan just put a layer of bread outside, so she let Shen Yingqing hold it by herself, and Shen Yingqing put it by her pillow, she told Shen Anyan that the effect of sleeping well was very good, and the smell of medicine was also less.

"She likes it."

Shen Anyan told Song Zhenli about the matter, Song Zhenli blushed and could not speak, but said something like that.

After that, Shen Anyan stayed in Shenfu and never went out again. Because Shantang's affairs were in order, it was not a problem for herself and Yin Chenlang to see it, and it would cause confusion. So Shen Anyan only went there once since the New Year’s Pass. .

And Ye Qiu Ni and Shen Shen Yin, hearing the report from the manager of Qi, knew that someone had sent things to Shen Anyan. Those things were all medicines for Shen Yingqing's treatment, and they were all top quality products, which were difficult to obtain. It was hard to find out that the person who gave the goods that day was Song Zhenli. When the two heard the news, they were shocked. But the two have not yet figured out whether Song Zhenli is good to Shen Anyan or Shen Qinghan.

Shen Anyan is from Yin Chenlang's side, and Song Zhenli now seems to be too, at least Yin Chenlang's friend. Then, Shen Anyan said that his sister was okay, and Yin Chenlang asked Song Zhenli for help. Song Zhenli had so many wound medicines, it should be reasonable to send things to help.

Therefore, the two of them wondered, if Song Zhenli brought things to Shen Mansion at the beginning and said it was given to Shen Yingqing, then the matter would be more favored by Song Zhenli and Shen Yingqing, but in fact, this is not the case.

The two of them thought for a while. When Song Zhenli and Shen Yingqing didn't seem to be in contact, it was unlikely that they would know each other, but who can say this. Maybe they met at some banquet, just like Shen Anyan and Yin Chenlang, without warning, the two were secretly.

Ye Qiu Ni thought to himself, this time, if this is the case, no matter what, this sign must be cut off! Can't let these two sisters marry high! Where is Shen Lingyang going?

There was such a good medicine in Shen Yingqing, it was impossible for the people in the house to be ignorant. When the ladies knew about it, Shen Qingrong was very angry. I also followed Shen Anyan at the time and helped Shen Anyan. Why didn't Shen Anyan introduce one to her! Shen Qingrong’s news was very limited, limited to "that batch of medicine was sent by Song Zhenli", nothing more, so it was natural that Song Zhenli showed his favor to Shen Yingqing. Song Zhenli and Yin Chenlang had a good relationship. When Shen Anyan took Shen Yingqing to see Yin Chenlang, didn't she introduce them to the two?

Villain! Shen Qingrong spit in her heart, disgusting Shen Anyan more and more.

There was not much movement on Shen Qinghan's side. After the New Year, there was a disturbance. Seeing that the farce ended with Madam Lin fainting, Shen Qinghan didn't catch it, and Ye Qiu Ni resumed Shen Qinghan's restricted foot. However, Shen Qinghan was still quiet, and there was no anger. After hearing about Song Zhenli, he just smiled.

Of course, except for Shen Mansion, no one else knew about this.

At the Lin Mansion, Mrs. Lin was anxious and woke up, but she was still recovering from illness. I heard that she has been weakened a lot recently, and even her white hair has appeared one after another.

"Sister, let's cut paper." Shen Yingqing said.

"You can't do it manually, you can cut it when you are done." Shen Anyan sat beside Shen Yingqing's bed, beckoning someone to add some charcoal basins.

"Then I see you cut it." Shen Yingqing lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

"Don't move, don't move." Shen Anyan stopped, "you better sleep on the bed."

Shen Anyan told Xing Yu to call Qin's mother, and the two were ready to cut paper.

"Move a low table and put it in front of the bed." Shen Anyan ordered.

When it was almost ready, Mother Qin came.

Put the things in place, the candle flower added a pillow to Shen Yingqing, and she was ready to start paper-cutting.

"Mom knows how to cut paper, do you want to cut it for fun now?" Shen Yingqing looked at her, smiled, and said to Qin's mother.

Mother Qin squinted her eyes with a smile, and replied, "The old slave's eyes are not good, but her hands are itchy when she sees it, so let's cut one."

Shen Anyan picked up the scissors and chose a bright red colored paper.

The years are subtle, silent but they lead to growth; the years are subtle, but there are a lot of gradual progress; the years are subtle, meticulous but sad.

"Look and see." Shen Anyan picked up the things in her hands, spread them on the table, and showed them to everyone.

Mother Qin, Shen Yingqing, including the candle flowers on the side, all came together. It is a window grille with ingenious structure and patchy patterns. The flowers are blooming, just like a hundred flowers blooming in the spring.

"It looks good." Shen Yingqing took it over, lifted it up and looked at it, the light passed through the gap, making it more delicate.

"Miss Wu's cut is really good." Mother Qin looked at and smiled.

In a burst of laughter, several paper-cut maids in the pavilion were all eager to try. Shen Anyan took a stack of colored paper and gold leaf and put them away, letting them take it at will.

Candleflower took the scissors, and sat on the ground cross-legged drastically, and cut it happily.

"Before the servants came to the Prime Minister's Mansion, they would cut paper with their mother every year." Zhuhua smiled and looked at the paper cut in her hand. It seemed that she was not only cutting paper, but also seeing memories through it. "I don't know how my mother is now..."

The candle flower is because my brother wants to study, and the family is too poor, so the family sells the candle flower to Ren Yazi. You can raise one less, and you can also use a sum of money for your brother to study.

"The slave and maid cut paper with her sister and sister at this time of the year. The paper is of course not as good as here. There is also gold leaf here. Look..."

"..."

Although the atmosphere was slightly sentimental, it was mostly joyful. Several people cut paper together. The charcoal fire inside was warm, and there was joy and joy, which formed a sharp contrast with the quiet ice and snow outside.

The most worry-free dream, years never steal.

"Miss Qi, look at this." Mother Qin put down the scissors after cutting it, holding it in her hand, and smiled.

"What is it?"

"What did you cut?"

Everyone put down their gadgets and ran over to see what Mother Qin had cut.

"Let me see." Shen Anyan saw that Shen Yingqing's hands were inconvenient, and she helped Shen Yingqing pick it up and spread it out. Everyone looked at it. After spreading it out, it turned out to be a small image, vivid. The cut is exactly the image of Shen Yingqing.

"Wow, this is Miss Seven."

"It really looks like Miss Seven!"

"Mother Qin's workmanship is just right."

"Just like back then, Mother Qin, when I first entered the house, you also cut Aunt Yun's. It looks very similar."

Seeing everyone coming up, Qin's eyes all smiled with joy, and she replied, "Hey, it's not better than before, these eyes are dim, which is cut based on feeling."

"Thank you, Mother Qin, this little figurine is really well cut, it is the most exquisite craftsmanship I have ever seen." Shen Yingqing smiled and took the little figurine that Shen Anyan handed over, looked at it carefully, and said.

"That's because Miss Seven is still young. When she grows up, she will see more outside, and there are even more amazing people." Mother Qin looked at Shen Yingqing, smiling lovingly, "The old slave can't walk anymore, and there is no such thing. Fufen went to see it, Miss Seven will take the place of the old slave, go and have a look."

"Mother Qin, my sister and I will definitely take you out to have a look." Shen Yingqing was a little moved, looking at Mama Qin, holding the little statue firmly in her hand. "You have to live a long time. You will live a hundred years. When my sister and I are free, I will take you there."

"Okay, the old slave will just wait for that day." Mother Qin smiled, "The old slave also wants to see the legendary hand of the world, that's a wonderful work."

"Mother Qin, isn't this a clever workmanship? Then we are ashamed!"

Mother Qin laughed happily while listening to the maid next to her, and then said with a smile, "How can it be so exaggerated, you are still young, and you came in late. I really want you to see what I cut back then."

"Well, mother, you are the same as before." Zhuhua smiled and said, "Mom can teach me a few in a while."

"Good, good." Mother Qin smiled and agreed.

"I want it too, I want it too."

"Mom, teach me some too."

"..."

Shen Yingqing smiled, holding the small portrait in her hand, and looking at it, it was really vivid, and her appearance was almost the same, just like a living person. The big red is festive and makes people feel happy when they look at it, like a faint smile at the corner of the mouth, elegant and gentle like Shen Yingqing's usual state.

"Sister." When the people around him dispersed, Shen Yingqing was still smiling happily, holding the little statue.

"Huh?" Shen Anyan withdrew her gaze from the side. Mother Qin was surrounded by a group of young maids, chatting and laughing while chatting and learning to cut paper. Mama Qin must have a lot of children and grandchildren, and Chenghuan’s knees, but Mama Qin has never married her whole life, and naturally she has no filial piety to her descendants.

The scene now touches Shen Anyan a bit.

"I'll give this to you." Shen Yingqing looked at the little statue in her hand, and then handed it to Shen Anyan.

"Huh?" Shen Anyan didn't react for a while, wondering, and asked, "Mama Qin gave you this. Cut it for fun. It is a blessing for your hand injury to get better soon."

"But..." Shen Yingqing's expression changed from the joy just now to less joy. Although it is not dim, it is still not like just now, "Here you are, you take it."

"Well, good." Shen Anyan saw that Shen Yingqing looked wrong, and insisted again and again. After accepting it, she asked, "Why?"

"I... hey." Shen Yingqing stopped talking, sighed, hesitated, and continued, "I'm afraid you will get married soon, take this, just as if I'm by your side."

Shen Yingqing didn't say more, but when it comes to this, Shen Anyan actually understands the rest.

Shen Anyan's hands were tight, she looked at Shen Yingqing, and she and Shen Yingqing looked at each other, then smiled and said firmly, "Okay, you will be by my side."

"Yeah." Shen Yingqing kept watching Shen Anyan's movements, a little sluggish. The time they spent together was really short. From 13 to 15 years old, it is called the year of the dance spoon. During this period, if the girl does not order If you leave a marriage, others can come to propose a marriage. This year has passed. This year, Shen Anyan has entered the year of the dance spoon and can be engaged, as long as the marriage is definitely down. There is still more than a year left, and Shen Anyan will be married in the year of Jihua.

From the time they were born in Shen's residence, and then grew up in the prime minister's residence, to Shen Anyan's emergence, only fourteen years have passed. In the future, Shen Anyan and her husband, Shen Yingqing and her husband will spend more than fourteen years together. year

Shen Anyan will put it away and put it in her pocket. He raised his head and continued to look at Shen Yingqing, smiling.

The maidservants around have begun to organize the cuts, show you this, show her which one, there is a burst of laughter.

Shen Anyan also chatted with Shen Yingqing, the time in the boudoir was actually like this.

A moment of tranquility, a moment of silence in Shen's Mansion, embellished by the white snow falling from the sky, everything is shrouded in a gentleness.

"Look, it's snowing again!"

"It's not too snowy, it's pretty pretty!"

"..."

The gentle snow, unlike the previous Blizzard, fell gently on the branches, putting a new coat on Evergreen.

The snowflake is as white as jade, I don't know if it is a small heavenly general sent by the Tiangong, conveying the purity of the sky, or the jade leaves falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace. Snowflakes dance like drunkenness, float like flying, scatter and gather, fluttering, gently surging.

Snow fell on everyone under the sky, under the eaves, on the branches, on the street, and from time to time on the faces of pedestrians.

This corner of Shen's Mansion was surrounded by joy and happiness, and was also gentle by the soft white snow. To be continued. Please browse for a better reading experience.