Qingque came to the west, Chang'e reported to me, and the good time is near.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also a hundred days. The 100 musicians who participated in the performance entered the palace three days ago, and in the Changchun Palace, the musicians were listed in His Royal Highness and played a repertoire to celebrate the festival and the 100th birthday of the prince.

"The ceremony is too grand, and the 100-day banquet should be staggered by the Mid-Autumn Festival." Yuan Lingjun seemed to be talking to himself, then pursed his mouth, held his left cheek and looked in the mirror, the scar on his forehead had not been completely eliminated, and it was a bit of an eyesore. Kunjiao and another maid were still busy behind them.

"Isn't it good to celebrate 100 years in a grand way?" Kunjiao has the last long hairpin on the Yunyun hairpin, the long hairpin is gilded, and the dragon head pattern at one end is exquisite and a little gentle.

Yuan Lingjun shook his head, not saying good or bad. Kunjiao hurriedly hugged her neck, "Your Majesty, don't move." "Yuan Ling didn't move.

It's a hassle for women to comb their hair. She sighed silently, staring at the black temple door with her black eyes open, and vaguely saw the black knife of 90,000 and the Dapeng pattern on the scabbard.

Tianbao walked in at this time and urged her: "The hundred officials have arrived, it's time to go to the Qionglin Palace." ”

His figure swayed in the candlelight, blocking most of the light, Yuan Lingjun was stunned for a long time before he woke up, jumped up and hurriedly walked out, Kunjiao chased out with a lotus pengyi.

Qu Yi waited outside the Changchun Palace for a long time, and as soon as she came over, she immediately took her hand, and the two entered from the side hall together.

"What should I do, I forgot that I was ready to send troops."

At the back of the palace, when Kunjiao gave her a lotus dress, she suddenly remembered a major thing that she had missed, she actually forgot that she was going to tie the baby with her own hands on the hundred-year-old, if she couldn't show what the rope looked like. Yuan Lingjun stomped his feet in annoyance, but the person had already stepped into the main hall with the footsteps of the guide girl, and it was too late to go back.

She sat down on the table in resignation, absentmindedly drinking from her cup. When she went to see Qu Yi, she found that Fan Jiang was sitting there calmly, with Gong Shi holding swaddling clothes behind him. Yuan Lingjun's face suddenly became a little ugly, and the knuckles pinching the wine were white.

The sleeve was gently tugged, and Yuan Ling quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.

"The cup is a strong wine fragrant killing, Your Majesty's injury has not healed yet, don't be greedy for this cup." Qu Yi broke her fingers without a trace, and pushed a Hetian jade luminous glass in front of her eyes, "The wine imported from the Western Regions should be paired with the luminous cup." ”

"This thing is as expensive as jade, and it can only be seen at royal palace banquets, and it is not allowed to drink as you like." Yuan Lingjun lowered her head and took a drink, and suddenly felt a hot gaze fall on her body, she looked up and searched, but saw Fan Jiang Wei sitting upright, she slowly raised her right hand after looking around the hall.

The musicians stopped playing, and the hall was silent, almost audible breathing. The 100-day banquet ceremony began.

"Ministers, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and it is also the 100th day of the prince, gather the ministers here to celebrate the safe birth of the son of the empire. Ladies and gentlemen, let us pray for Prince Minxing, and wish him a long life and a long and blessed life. Concubine Fan said impassionedly, raised her wine glass, and looked around.

"I wish the prince a long life and a long life." The ministers raised their glasses, and the prayers shook the hall as if they were going to express their loyalty to the concubines in this way.

Yuan Lingjun always smiled, although the wine was beautiful, she only symbolically touched the rim of the glass, and the wine was not stained.

The music in front of the hall started again, and Changchun Palace was filled with the unbridled laughter of the Fan family.

Gong Shi hugged Minxing and came to her side, revealing a child's lotus-like arm. It's time to break the ropes.

Yuan Lingjunfu touched his sleeve, Tianbao came to her side, opened the wooden lacquer box, and there was a pair of colorful silk threads woven into it. She looked up at Tianbao, and the surprise overflowed on the surface, which ......

Tianbao explained in a low voice: "Childe said that His Majesty is forgetful and has been prepared for a long time. Yuan Lingjun hurriedly turned his face to look at Qu Yi, he just raised his glass to drink, and his big sleeves covered his face.

She turned around, took out one from the box, carefully tied it to the baby's pink and lovely arm, and at the end, reluctantly squeezed his little hand, the determination in her heart was even stronger, if he could understand, I wanted to tell him: forgive my mother for your temporary abandonment, today's patience is for a longer reunion, please wait patiently.

"It's healthy." Yuan Lingjun said to Gong. Min Xing was sick and covered in rashes, and she had recovered from the last time she saw them at the Zhaotai Palace.

"Your concubine loves her grandchildren very much." Gong Shi retreated and took the child to Qu Yi again. As usual, he tied a soldier's cord around the child's arm to pray for a long and blessed life.

Fan Jiang is in power, the Fan family is the mainstream of the imperial court, and most of the people in the clan are in the palace tonight, which is of course Fan Jiang's careful arrangement.

"Hundred-day banquet recognition ceremony, Fu Mu, you take the child to everyone to see, let him meet the uncle of the Fan family." Fan Jiang commanded.

When the children came out to the crowd, they gathered around to watch.

"Xiao is like a majesty, look at these eyebrows." Said people who purely look at people.

"Where is it like, the prince is the seed of the Fan family, and the blood of the Fan family is flowing, he must be more like my Fan family, how can he be like a woman." Said the bold man.

The Fan family is from an unorthodox clan, and most of the children are still pestering accounts such as ruffians, and their foul language is unbearable. Fan Ying couldn't listen anymore, "If your aunt hears this, don't think about seeing the sun tomorrow." As soon as he was frightened, the bastards were immediately honest.

The baby spits bubbles in his mouth, waving his little hands in the air, and giggles when someone makes him laugh. As the saying goes, "Hold your grandson but not your son." Fan Wulang is already at the age of being a grandfather, and there are many grandchildren in the family, but when he holds a small lump, he is reluctant to lose his hand.

The only emperor in the palace is from the Fan family, and Fan Xin, who was originally not taken seriously, has improved his status a lot, and even his father Fan Wulang is no longer indifferent to him. It's just that he has a natural personality, and he is silent and silent, and he can't cope with the courtiers coming to compliment him, so he can only smile.

Fan Xin rarely smiles sincerely, and only in the face of his beloved son will he show his gentle and true side and open up the heart of a father. He tilted the child's face to the side, trying to make it as visible as possible to those behind him. There sat his mother, Ponzi.

Pang Zi knew that his status was low, and he was not even a maid in the Fan family, so he was not qualified to go to the banquet and go to the palace, but Fan Guifei was particularly gracious, she said that the prince should know her life experience and allow her to glance at it from a distance, but in fact, this glance is far from enough. Pang's life sustenance and hope are all Fan Xin, Fan Xin serves the emperor's side, and can no longer marry, which is a pity, but this noble grandson has fulfilled a dream for her.

Looking at the baby who was as beautiful as Run-in, Ponzi wiped his tears and choked up and couldn't speak. "Ning Xin'er, it's really good......" she covered her mouth and praised herself as if talking to herself. (To be continued.) )