"Oh, okay, then the mourning family will hand her over to Mu'er to deal with, okay?" The Queen Mother touched the head of the girl in her arms, with a kind face.

A few days ago, Mu Mu saw that she knew a little about the little son of the Yan family, and now, the lover has suddenly become a woman, no wonder the little princess is angry.

"How long?" Mu Mu still asked.

But in the heart of a certain woman in the audience, it was a torment! Princess, I'll never dress as a man again.

"March, how's that?" Fortunately, the deadline set by the Queen Mother is not long.

"Okay, the Queen Mother has said it, March is March!" Mu Mu agreed with a displeased face, and when he left, he didn't forget to remind a certain "fake man": "This princess will give you a day, and I will report to my Ziying Hall tomorrow." ”

"Yes, princess" Qing Ning had no choice but to bow her head and obediently agree. After Mu Mu left, he also retreated with interest.

In the main hall, after a while, only Mu Ling and the Queen Mother were left.

Mu Ling took a few steps forward, saluted the Queen Mother, and said lightly, "Thank you Queen Mother, if there is nothing else, Mu Ling will retire first." With that, he walked out the door step by step.

Looking at the figure of the man gradually moving away, the Queen Mother had tears in her eyes, raised her hand slightly, and the sound of "Ling'er" finally melted into her mouth, wanting to lose her voice.

Is that her favorite little son? Why, after being raised by the former queen for nine years, I didn't get close to her anymore?

Qing Ning didn't have the face to go back to Jiang Wan Palace, and directly left a letter to say goodbye, got the queen mother's command, and walked outside the palace gate alone.

The early spring wind, mixed with a little coolness that has not dissipated, raised her sleeve robe, this figure, I feel depressed when I think about it.

When she was about to walk to the gate of the palace, a slender figure of Yuebai walked past her, it was Mu Ling.

She looked up at him, and he didn't look in her direction as usual, or rather, he didn't look at her at all, but he just stepped forward, still with deep eyes, and couldn't see any emotion clearly, but the pace was much heavier than usual.

He wore a moon-white brocade robe today, with dark silver lines outlining mandala flowers, not as flamboyant as golden flowers, but in this situation, it added a sense of desolation.

Qing Ning walked all the way out of the palace, it was already afternoon, walking alone on the bustling street, that red figure was incompatible with the excitement here.

Three days, she only stayed in the palace for three days, but it seemed to have a lifetime as long, Qing Ning never knew that a person could experience so many things in three days.

"It's really fate" Qing Ning sighed to herself, ready to go back to Shangshuling Mansion to eat something first, crossed this street, turned right and arrived, she quickened her steps and walked forward, only to find that the road ahead was cut off by a group of passers-by.

Obviously, they were watching something, and Qing Ning also walked over with a little curiosity,

In the center of the group, at this moment, a rough-looking, bearded man was arguing with the captain of Kusaichi.

"It's mine, you can't take it," the man and hen generally guarded the baskets of eggs under her hands.

Why, is he selling things to subsidize the family? Obviously, the rules of the grass market have been violated.

The grass lieutenants obviously knew him, and they were also a little embarrassed: "General, we are waiting to act on orders, don't embarrass me."

"General" Qing Ning secretly thought to himself, the Tianche Dynasty attaches the most importance to military generals, and which general will be hungry to engage in business to subsidize his family?

Anyway, she hadn't eaten for most of the day, and she couldn't move, she just wanted to go back early.

So, Qing Ning walked over, picked up the man, and said to the grass captains: "No, no, you misunderstood, the general is helping our family do good deeds, these are all we want to send to the people for free, the general may not be very good at expressing it, a few big brothers forgive me."

When the onlookers heard this, they immediately took the baskets of eggs empty.

"You, you ......" Looking at this scene, the man's eyes were full of tears, full of distress, that was the egg he had saved for more than a month!

"This general, just buy it for me" Qing Ning said and handed him some silver, it was more than enough to buy those eggs.

"Thank you, girl," the man looked at Qing Ning gratefully.

"No thanks, the generals are not low, why did the general fall here?" Qing Ning asked casually.

The man had an indescribable sad expression on his face, and before he could speak, a woman's voice came.

"Okay, no wonder you've been arguing with me these days! Lin Zhen, it turns out that there is a little vixen outside."

Hearing the sound, a sturdy woman about thirty years old walked over, wearing a simple emerald cloth skirt, and as soon as she came over, she lifted the man's ear and scolded: "Okay, Lin Yuan, you have a long ability, say, what is the name of this little vixen?"

Lin Yuan? Is this his name? Qing Ning raised her eyes and looked at this extremely well-matched pair in a daze, and for a while, she didn't know how to explain it.

She has lived for sixteen years, and she has never done anything good, and today she finally helped someone to do this kind of thing?

She didn't plan to interfere again, she turned around and was about to leave, but she was caught by the woman and couldn't take a step, why was her strength so great?

Qing Ning turned around, wanting to explain something, but before she could speak, another man's voice came.

"Miss, Your Highness has been waiting for a long time"

Everyone stopped and looked straight at that person, they knew very well that this person was King Pingzhao's closest guard, Yue Yunyang.

Everyone was immediately shocked and discussed, no matter when and where, as long as this King Pingzhao was involved, people were always very concerned.

Lin Yu finally found a savior, and said loudly to the woman: "See! People have been invited by King Pingzhao, how can they take a fancy to me, people just bought our eggs, dead girl, don't always be embarrassed outside, go back to me. ”

As he spoke, Lin Yu dragged the woman away, and Qing Ning also turned around and followed Yue Yunyang into Mu Ling's carriage, she knew that the grace of saving her life was to be repaid, no matter what the other party's purpose was.

It's a pity that Qing Ning turned around too fast, if he slowed down for a moment, he could see the eyes cast by the woman in cuiyi, which was mixed with a little coldness, mixed together, and extremely terrifying.

In the carriage, except for Qing Ning, there was no one, she couldn't help but be a little curious, wasn't it invited by King Pingzhao? Why is she alone?

Before she could ask, the carriage had already stopped, and she stepped out of the carriage under Yue Yunyang's reminder, and what she saw was...... Yipinju.

"Escort Yue, who invited you?" Qing Ning didn't walk in, turned his head and glanced at Yue Yunyang, his eyes were clear enough to see through him.

"Girl, Your Highness is in a bad mood to save the girl, please persuade the girl"

Listening to Yue Yunyang's serious explanation, she knew in her heart, thinking that he saw that his master was depressed and looked for someone to relieve his boredom.

"Alright! Help you once" Qing Ning smiled in response.

"Miss Yan, you are so good," Guard Yue said with a look of gratitude, and his expression was exaggerated to the extreme.

Qing Ning looked at him and smiled, with such a pistachio by his side, could Mu Ling still be depressed?

After saying goodbye to Yue Yunyang, Qing Ning walked into Yipinju, downstairs, the colorful guests, lively and lively, but there was no Mu Ling. She went upstairs after a circle, and at the second table on the left upstairs, she finally found the figure that did not fit in with the bustle here.

Qing Ning didn't talk to Mu Ling first, but sat down opposite him, looked at the man in front of him with picturesque eyebrows, reclined on the chair, and poured wine directly into his mouth with the wine jug in his hand.

The flask was some distance from his lips, and the wine poured down, making a graceful arc through the air. There were disobedient drips of wine flowing out, drawing down the lips and condensing at the Adam's apple, and under the light of the lights, it was particularly fascinating.