At the end of June, the solar term of the great heat was about to pass, and the nobles of the Gaomen in Jinling City all returned to the capital from the summer vacation.

Empress Xu is more than four months pregnant.

This news is like an invisible thread, which tugs at the hearts of these dignitaries and nobles, and also makes many people restless.

However, no matter how anxious and unbearable the heart is, this bright side cannot be shown. Therefore, these nobles who returned home early are still living a leisurely and wealthy life. Because many people have ended their summer holidays in advance, since the summer heat, there have been more flower banquets in Beijing, which is much more lively than in previous years.

The lotus picking banquet held by the Hou Mansion in Zhendong, Mrs. Hou was personally invited to participate.

Recently, there has been nothing good in the Hou Mansion in Pingnan, and Mrs. Hou is also so angry that she wants to go out for a walk.

She is an old person, and she likes to be lively more and more, and this time she doesn't talk about any relatives and concubines, from Mrs. Hou to Fu Zhang, the people in the three rooms are all required to attend the banquet, and even the Zheng family, who has just ended the confinement, can go, let alone Fu Jun.

Mrs. Hou now takes this granddaughter with her wherever she goes, for fear that others will not know that the little girl who has been with Queen Xu for many years is the four girls of their Pingnan Hou Mansion.

Fu Jun could only pinch his nose and respond.

On the day of the lotus picking feast, the weather at the end of summer was not very hot, and the sun was hidden in the thin clouds, revealing a faint blue sky. When Fu Jun rushed to Rongxuan Hall to gather, people from all rooms also arrived.

Mrs. Hou sat high in a six-sided armchair with a smile on her face. Raising his eyes and glancing down, a satisfied look appeared on his face.

Fu Jia wore a water-red sprinkled silk gown, pulled a reverse bun, / inserted / wearing a pink jade hairpin and beaded flowers; Fu Yao was wearing a lake-blue embroidered hibiscus curly grass large-sleeved oblique jacket and a moon-white thread skirt, / inserted / a phoenix nodded tired silk golden steps; Fu Jun is wearing a long gown with blue sky, and the bottom is an eight-piece pleated skirt of ivory-colored fragrant cloud yarn, still combing the common hanging hair and dividing the hair, symmetrical/inserted/wearing mutton fat jade flowers.

Seeing that her three granddaughters were all like flowers and jade, and they were dressed very well, Mrs. Hou's mood was also better.

There have been so many bad things lately. It's rare for the family to be happy today. The smile on Mrs. Hou's face never stopped.

Everyone followed Mrs. Hou into several carriages, and under the escort of Fu Zhuang and others, they came to the Hou Mansion in the east of the town.

Zhendong Hou Zhangyue is not yet fifty years old this year, and he is considered young among the princes.

He was the marquis who was crowned after the first emperor ascended the throne. Although there is a majestic name of "Zhendong", it is actually the famous "Zhang Qingtian" in Sichuan and Shaanxi. Solve cases like a god and solve strange cases repeatedly. He also has the merit of suppressing bandits. Therefore. In the Han Dynasty, which was generally promoted to the rank of lord with martial arts, the status of the Marquis of Zhendong was somewhat delicate.

Today's lotus picking feast is a post under the wife of Zhendong Hou, Jin.

When the Jin family entered the capital at the beginning of that year, he was still young. I don't get along well with the ladies of the various mansions, but Mrs. Hou can talk a few words with her, and the relationship between the back houses of the two mansions is not bad.

It is also for this reason that after Mrs. Hou led a group of daughters-in-law and granddaughters to get off the bus at Yimen, Mrs. Wan Shizi of Zhendong personally greeted her.

Fu Jun and Wan are acquaintances, and they have met at many banquets, so it is natural for them to come forward to greet them at this time.

Wan Shi is dressed up quite luxuriously today, wearing a long gown with a hydrated color group flower Ruyi pattern and a smoke-colored Hunan skirt, and there are "twelve rows of hair and gold hairpins" on his head. She was born with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and from a distance, her clothes were just like the sun shining on the green lake, and the gold and green were particularly rich.

"It's really neat today, look, aren't these girls like a handful of shallots?" Wan Shi greeted Mrs. Hou with a spring breeze on his face.

Mrs. Hou smiled and quipped: "I see that you are also pounded brightly, and you are also a tube of shallots, aren't you?" ”

Wan Shi smiled and covered his lips: "Old Madam Fu is here to make fun of people again." As he spoke, he personally beckoned the servant woman to carry the soft sedan chair, and the group entered the hanging flower gate.

Today's lotus picking feast is really not a few, the wind lotus lake in the back garden of the Hou Mansion in the east of the town has set up a few large color sheds, the shed has spread a large piece of good green felt, there are all kinds of small felt, there are plum blossoms, there are lotus leaves, the shape is different, the brocade mattress is also matched, ten chic. The four corners of the color shed used to be Tang Rao kiln white magnetic flower zun pressure array, the flower zun / inserted / with the green lotus white lotus, there are big lotus leaves, the wind is faint when the lotus fragrance is misty, very summery flavor.

Because of the large number of people who came, the Pingnan Hou Mansion was in a colorful shed with the two families of Xingping Bo Mansion and Weibei Hou Mansion.

Today's banquet is not limited to the number of seats, but is in the form of casual sitting, and the distribution is quite arbitrary. Soon after everyone took their seats, Mrs. Hou opened a table with Mrs. Hou Dong of Zhendong, Mrs. Hou of Weibei and other old ladies to play cards to relieve boredom.

Fu Jia has been looking at each other's relatives recently, probably in order to show her dignity and quietness, she has been sitting next to Mrs. Hou to help look at the cards. Fu Yao took Fu Qi to talk to Li Zhen.

The Marquis of Fuyuan was absent from today's banquet.

Since Lu You fell off the horse last year, his leg injury and back injury have not been very good. Fu Jun heard Fu Yao say it once, saying that Lu You was already able to walk on the ground, but he was limping. The doctor said that she would have to recuperate again and not move much. So when it was time for the banquet to socialize, Lu You pushed it away.

There were a lot of people from Dingxi Bo Mansion, and Lu Ying brought Lu Yan and Lu Shao to come. Fu Jun glanced at it from a distance, Lu Shao is less than five years old this year, and he is quite white and fat, but he doesn't like to talk much, and his temperament is a little cold.

Zheng also saw Lu Ying from afar.

Lu Ying was wearing a long gown with a blue smoke after the rain, an eight-panel skirt of pine smoke-colored fragrant snow yarn, and a nest of emerald heads, her face was like powder, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, she looked like a girl in her twenties, and she couldn't tell that she was already a child.

Zheng's heart was a little uncomfortable.

She only heard some time ago that when the Wang family died of illness, Mrs. Hou intended to welcome Lu Ying into the door to renew Fu Geng's strings, and it is said that Fu Geng did not object at that time. Who wants to make people by providence, Fu Geng was sent to Jiangxi by the saint, Lu Ying is old, and he can't wait for Jialang to turn around, so he married the current Dingxi Bo Lu Ji.

When he didn't know about this, it was normal for Zheng to look at Lu Ying. And now that this story is in front of him, every time the Zheng family sees Lu Ying, he always feels a little dazzling.

She turned her eyes away and looked intently at the teacup in her hand, but her face darkened little by little.

Compared with Lu Ying's beauty and grace, the twilight on her body can't be covered up. This thought made Zheng feel unhappy.

"What is Madame thinking?" A clear voice rang out, interrupting Zheng's thoughts.

She turned her eyes to look, but saw Jiang Xi standing beside her with a smile.

"Ouch, why are you here?" A smile tugged at Zheng's face, "I haven't seen you in a long time. As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Xi without a trace. (To be continued.) )