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Aunt Fang found it strange that she could not break free from Song Qingyu's grasp, but instead poured the teacup in his hand over her. The hot tea scalded her body, and she was in a sorry state. She was so angry that her face flushed red and purple.

"Do you know who I am? You still haven't let go of me! "

Everyone had long been scared silly, hearing Aunt Fang's words, they knew that Song Qingyu was definitely dead. Aunt Fang was not only the head steward of the teahouse, she was also related to Chen Fei by blood. Chen Fei also promoted Aunt Fang very much. All that was left was for Chen Fei to manage the affairs of the palace.

Hit the dog and look at its owner. This time, Aunt Fang was really angry.

Song Qingyu laughed coldly as he tightened his grip, "Who are you, is it important?"

"Ah!" Aunt Fang cried out in pain. "I'm someone close to Chen Fei, even the empress wouldn't do anything to me. How dare you treat me like that?"

Beside Chen Fei? Song Qingyu frowned slightly. This palace was extremely divided. Since Consort Chen and the empress were enemies, it wasn't strange for Aunt Fang to make things difficult for him as the empress's subordinate.

Aunt Fang felt Song Qing Yu was startled and smiled proudly. "Why aren't you letting go of me? Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Song Qingyu smiled and increased his strength. Hearing a cracking sound, Aunt Fang screamed.

"This is your little punishment. I'm here to teach you how to make tea, not to make it. I hope you remember. And you. " As Song Qing Yu spoke, he looked around, and all the palace maids lowered their heads in shock.

It was only when Song Qingyu stepped into the room that someone dared to help Aunt Fang up.

Aunt Fang cried out in pain and had no choice but to send her to the imperial physician for help.

Song Qingyu did not provide any direct guidance or assistance when he entered the room. Instead, he was minding his own business and familiarizing himself with the surroundings. He casually brewed a pot of tea and poured it into the empress's teapot.

The fragrance of the tea drifted in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

Many of the palace maids were attracted by the departure of Aunt Fang. Some of the more daring and humble ones came to question Song Qingyu.

"Manager Song. "How can this tea be so fragrant?"

"Tea making is divided into three parts: tea selection, water selection and tea brewing. Each of them cannot be overlooked, as people and things must become one, and the heart must be peaceful and the heart must be at peace in doing things. I'll teach you when I get back. "Now, I'll take the tea that we just spilled and send it back to the Phoenix Nest Palace."

Song Qingyu was usually amiable.

When everyone heard Song Qingyu speak softly and earnestly, the fear they had towards Song Qingyu immediately disappeared.

The court ladies wanted to run away for Song Qing Yu. They were afraid of Aunty Fang's people and did not dare to help.

Song Qingyu picked up the tea tray and left.

He had only walked the path once previously and was already familiar with it. Thus, he sent the tea over to Uncle Rong to catch it. With regards to Song Qingyu's appearance, Aunt Rong's expression was as calm as if she had seen a stranger. She did not question him.

Song Qingyu also did not see the empress's noodles. The moment Aunt Rong pushed aside the curtain and entered the room, Song Qingyu could smell the medicinal aroma. He turned around and left in a strange manner.

Back to the teahouse, straight through a path in the royal garden. To get to the trail.

Right now, it was the time for the various palaces to return from the empress dowager's side. When they had free time, the concubines who were not afraid of the cold would often take a stroll in the imperial garden. An attempt was made to meet the emperor of the next dynasty.

Song Qingyu knew nothing about this. He lowered his head and walked forward.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard in front of them. It was followed by the sound of talking and laughter, accompanied by the sound of crackling.

This sound was very strange.

Song Qingyu looked over and saw a young woman holding a pair of scissors. She was so happy that she managed to cut off all of the bush orchids that had finally bloomed in the garden.

The woman in front of him was not much older than a magpie. It was just that the heavy makeup and the gorgeous dress didn't match her age. Every time she cut a branch, she had to exert a bit of gravity on it. Furthermore, she didn't cut it off from the branch, but instead cut it off from its petals several times. As the flower withered, she laughed softly, causing people to feel very uncomfortable.

Towards this kind of behavior, Song Qingyu frowned slightly. It was not difficult for her to guess that he was the palace's concubine. Furthermore, he should be filled with a stomach full of fire. Song Qingyu only took a single glance before shifting his gaze to the side. He noticed that he could make a detour to avoid trouble.

"To fight for money and profit is the courage of Jia Bao. For such a person, we must pull them out cleanly. For example, if it was a gentleman who wants to compete in Dong Ri, it would be obvious that he is being crafty! "

Imperial Concubine Yi's voice was very heavy.

Song Qingyu halted his steps.

The person continued.

"What the Imperial Concubine Yi said is right. Such a petty person would not be able to enter the great hall. The Imperial Concubine Yi Empress should have cut them clean! And those merchant women, what were they? "An unconventional woman would try her best to climb up the mountain."

Imperial Concubine Yi was so happy that it felt much better, "Let someone come and pull out the bush lily, I can't stand looking at it!"

Song Qingyu's eyes focused. Shang Nü! An unconventional woman!

She slightly turned around, just in time to see the Imperial Concubine Yi looking at her.

Imperial Concubine Yi only swept a glance at her and thought that she was a female official of the palace maids.

"It's you. Come and uproot these."

Song Qing bowed respectfully, "Reporting to the Imperial Concubine Yi's Empress, the growth of the Jun Zi Lan is not easy, and my daughter is thinking for the Empress's sake. There are accounts of all the plants in the Imperial Garden, and without the Jun Zi Lan, the Empress would probably cause some trouble."

"You're just a small palace maid, what qualifications do you have to question me?" Imperial Concubine Yi looked over in anger, seeing the female official in front of him looking down, but not afraid of her at all.

Then, he remembered that she had said the word 'civilian'. He looked up and down at Song Qingyu in shock. The girl's lips were red and her teeth were white. She looked extremely beautiful. How could it be a female official in the palace?

The palace maid at the side also reacted and turned to look at Imperial Concubine Yi, "Empress, this might be Song Qingyu."

As Song Qingyu listened to the palace maid from afar, he felt a chill in his heart.

Hearing this, Imperial Concubine Yi suddenly laughed. She had already enquired about her background a long time ago.

She didn't know what was going on outside the palace, but when she heard that Song Qingyu and Yu Wang were engaged, she was shocked. He had come to pay his respects to Chen Fei. He did not expect that Chen Fei would dislike Song Qingyu and despise his birth.

The daughter of a merchant girl, who had grown up in the countryside, was indeed not on the stage. Furthermore, she had rebuked Chen Fei, and Chen Fei had not made the Imperial Concubine Yi give Song Qingyu face.

"You are Song Qingyu?" Imperial Concubine Yi looked at her seriously from top to bottom, and realised that Song Qingyu's appearance and body was actually somewhat impeccable, as she clenched her fists in jealousy.

"In reply to the words of the Imperial Concubine Yi's Empress, my daughter Song Qingyu."

Imperial Concubine Yi snorted, the corners of his mouth raised. Suddenly, he covered his forehead. He was on the verge of collapse and looked extremely weak.

"I heard you know how to treat illnesses? Do you know why I have been unconscious for so many years? "

Song Qing Yu was startled, he did not ignore the slight change on Imperial Concubine Yi's face and realised that she was deliberately making things difficult for him. "This humble one is stupid, I might not understand the illness of the Imperial Concubine Yi Empress."

Seeing that, the palace maid by the side found it hard to conceal her smile, and berated, "Could it be that you are only treating the empress, not the Imperial Concubine Yi? Are you looking down on us, the Imperial Concubine Yi Empress? If you are unable to cure the Empress' illness, you really need to explain it all one by one. You are purposely mystifying! After all, she is the daughter of a merchant, and is very cunning! "