Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 212 Maid Qinglian

But in order to consider everyone's face, especially his new daughter-in-law, Fucha Li Rongbao gritted his teeth, endured the pain, forced a smile, and said:

"Okay, okay, I heard from Fu Heng that you have beautiful handwriting. This set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone is a gift from your father." As he said this, he handed the gift to Wei Yingluo.

"Thank you, Father." Wei Yingluo accepted the gift generously.

Afterwards, Fu Heng hurriedly took the set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, fearing that Wei Yingluo would be tired.

In fact, the husband does not have to be present when serving tea to his parents-in-law.

But Fu Heng happened to have a seven-day holiday because of his wedding, so he made up his mind to follow his wife, whom he had finally married, at all times during these seven days.

Seeing that her son loved his wife very much, Mrs. Fucha felt even more satisfied as she thought it meant that they got along very well.

"Mother, please have some tea." Wei Yingluo smiled sweetly, which made people feel happy and joyful just by looking at her.

She had already made up her mind that she must be filial to Madam Fucha and take care of her health. After all, the Empress was in the Forbidden City, and the one she cared about most was her mother.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly." Mrs. Fucha's eyes were almost invisible due to her laughter, like a gentle and loving flower.

Afterwards, Madam Fucha gently reached out her hand and pulled up Wei Yingluo who was kneeling.

Wei Yingluo stood up and then stood aside respectfully, waiting for her mother-in-law to lecture her.

Mrs. Fucha turned her head and smiled, gently held Wei Yingluo's hand, and then slowly put a warm, crystal clear jade bracelet on her slender wrist.

Wei Yingluo looked down and saw that the mutton-fat white jade bracelet had a delicate texture, like solidified fat, and felt warm to the touch, as if it could blend into the skin.

She could tell at a glance how precious it was; it was even more precious than the rare treasures in the Forbidden City.

Wei Yingluo declined in a panic, "Mother, this is too valuable. I dare not accept such a valuable gift. Besides, I have already received your heirloom jade pendant. I really cannot accept it again."

Mrs. Fucha still smiled amiably, patted Wei Yingluo's hand gently, and explained softly:

"My dear child, the jade pendant was passed down to me by Grandmother Fu Heng, and this bracelet is a gift from me to you. Just accept it with peace of mind. If you don't accept it, mother will be unhappy."

After hearing this, Wei Yingluo felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her gratitude was beyond words: "Yes, thank you, mother. Yingluo likes this bracelet very much."

She held the bracelet tightly, feeling the love and warmth from Mrs. Fucha.

She had never seen her biological mother, but now she finally had a loving and kind elder who made her feel the warmth and happiness of home.

"We are already a family, so there is no need to be polite to Mother. If there is anything you are not used to, just tell Mother or go directly to the housekeeper."

Mrs. Fucha was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law who knew how to act and act appropriately, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Yes." Wei Yingluo nodded slightly obediently.

The next step is to give red envelopes and wedding candies to the servants in the mansion.

Wei Yingluo handed the prepared red envelopes and wedding candies to the maids around her and asked them to distribute them to everyone.

The servants came forward to receive their rewards, their faces filled with joy.

"Thank you, Madam! I wish the Young Master and Madam a happy marriage and a son soon!" the servants said in unison, their voices loud and even.

Wei Yingluo smiled and nodded to express her gratitude.

She knew that although these servants were of humble status, they were also part of the Fucha Mansion, and many of them were family-born children, extremely pure. Only by treating them well could she win their loyalty.

After the family exchanged a few more words, Fucha Li Rongbao said, "Well, you still have to go to the palace to express your gratitude, so go and get ready."

So Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng returned to their room and prepared to change into their palace dresses.

At this time, a tall and thin girl with a pointed chin, who looked somewhat similar to Wei Yingluo, walked into their room carrying a dress.

"Ma'am, this is your dress." The little girl lowered her head and respectfully placed the dress on the table.

Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, with a faint curve at the corner of her mouth, but because she was concentrating on dressing up at the moment, she did not raise her head to look at the little girl.

However, despite this, her gentle and graceful voice was still clearly audible: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, just put it aside for now."

The brief words revealed a natural affinity that made people feel good about him.

Qinglian raised her head and glanced at Wei Yingluo, but frowned, thinking to herself:

"Why isn't this wife Xitalar Qing? Didn't they say that the young master would still marry the head maidservant beside the queen?"

Qinglian couldn't help but secretly look at Wei Yingluo.

Wei Yingluo was wearing a simple casual dress, made of high-quality fabric and well-cut, which made her figure look even more slender. The color of the dress was light and fresh, neither ostentatious nor elegant, making her look dignified, beautiful and elegant.

Compared with the previous Er Qing, there is a world of difference.

Qinglian couldn't help but feel puzzled, but she didn't leave. Instead, she stood aside silently and observed quietly.

At this time, Fu Heng was already dressed.

He was wearing a black robe with its sleeves fluttering in the wind, and a jade belt around his waist. He looked elegant and dignified.

He has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose and slightly upturned lips, revealing an expression of confidence and determination.

The sunlight shines through the carved window frames, forming golden spots that illuminate the entire room.

Wei Yingluo sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror, her delicate face with a gentle smile, as beautiful as a blooming spring flower. Her eyes were clear and bright, like autumn water, revealing endless intelligence and agility.

Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as silk, exuding a faint luster, and as crystal clear as pearls.

Fucha Fuheng stepped in quietly, his footsteps light and silent, for fear of disturbing the beautiful scene before him. His eyes fell on Wei Yingluo, and a trace of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes.

His eyes became especially gentle the moment they touched Wei Yingluo, as if he wanted to imprint her figure deeply into his heart.

He slowly approached, gently stretched out his hand, and stroked Wei Yingluo's hair, feeling the soft touch. Wei Yingluo trembled slightly, but did not dodge, but the smile on her lips became sweeter.

Fu Heng took the eyebrow ink from the maid Hui Xin, and his slender fingers gently stroked the texture of the eyebrow ink, as if feeling its softness and delicacy.

"Yingluo, let me draw your eyebrows for you." He said softly, his voice low and magnetic, full of endless tenderness and sweetness.