Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 36: Ruthless and poisonous1

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The ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law. Although she is not ugly at all, she is a little worried. Will there be a splashing scene soon? The courtesy of another batten greeting? Without these two things, would there be a different way of saying hello? It is said that in the ancient harem, there were countless perverted ways of tormenting people that were evolved through experiments by predecessors.

"Cheng'er is here." In the courtyard of Yilan Palace, a beautiful woman was already sitting, as if she had been waiting for their arrival.

"I have met my mother and concubine." Mo Liancheng walked into the courtyard and looked at Concubine Lan with a faint smile.

"My son, Tan'er, has met my mother and concubine, and I want to say hello to my mother and concubine." Qu Tan'er bowed slightly and said hello to the woman sitting in front of her, following the greeting method that Jing Xin had taught her.

Sure enough, only a woman as beautiful as Concubine Lan could give birth to a man as evil as Mo Liancheng.

"Well, here you go, let's sit down and chat with me. Cheng'er hasn't visited me in a few days, so I'm really worried about you." Concubine Lan smiled lightly, her attitude was kind and not dignified at all. Does not exist.

"Even if the son and minister don't come, the mother-in-law is still living a good life." Mo Liancheng smiled lightly and sat down leisurely. However, his attitude towards Concubine Lan seemed to be harmonious, but at the same time But it also makes people feel that alienation that seems to be absent.

"Look at what you kid said, as if the mother and concubine are dispensable." Concubine Lan pretended to be dissatisfied and glared at Mo Liancheng. When her eyes turned to Qu Tan'er, she immediately smiled again: " Tan'er, right? Why are you always standing? Sit down, you married into the Eighth Prince's Palace, I haven't even taken a good look at you yet."

"Yes." Qu Tan'er nodded, and sat meekly on the left side of Concubine Lan. Habits can indeed kill people. They can't sit without swinging their skirts, and they can't smile without showing their teeth. Then he placed his hands and tilted his head slightly. It's so low-key that I just didn't put a sign above my head that said, "I'm waiting for instructions."

"Raise your head and let me see."

"Yes."

"Well, she is indeed a beauty, and she looks very pleasant. Since you have married into the Eighth Prince's Palace, you must know that the palace is not your home, and you must be careful in everything you do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Tan'er will remember the teachings of his mother and concubine."

"There are so many concubines, large and small, in the Cheng'er Mansion that even I can't remember the number of them. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. You must live in harmony with them and not cause trouble."

"Yes, Tan'er has remembered it." Qu Tan'er smiled lightly, listening to Lan Fei's words seriously, and then replied meekly, no matter what Lan Fei said, and her answer was in front There is always only one word "yes".

"This is the jade bracelet that my mother put on for me when I got married. Now I give it to you. In the future, you will be the eighth princess of Cheng'er, and you will be born into the eighth prince's palace. People who die are also the souls of the Eighth Prince's Palace. This is a fact that cannot be changed in a lifetime." Concubine Lan took Qu Tan'er's little hand and transferred the jade bracelet she was carrying to Qu Tan'er's hand.

"No..." Qu Tan'er was stunned, and her instinctive reaction was to refuse.

"What's wrong? You are my daughter-in-law. Naturally, this must be given to you. Take it with you." Concubine Lan didn't care what she wanted to say and just put the jade bracelet on her hand.

"Thank you, concubine." Qu Tan'er glanced at the jade bracelet in her hand, with a flash of displeasure. In fact, she wanted to refuse. Although this kind of thing is not heavy when worn on the hand, the pressure in my heart is really heavy.

Why do you live as a person in the Eighth Prince's Palace and die as the soul of the Eighth Prince's Palace?

It sounds cruel and poisonous. What should I warn her about? Still want to tell her something?