Meng's eyebrows were full of temptation.

She's gambling that King Chen's life is not the same as the legend.

Jing Qicheng laughed and let go of her.

"You are indeed different from the women I've seen."

Meng combed his eyebrows and tidied up his clothes quietly.

"The prince has read countless women, and the little girl is willing to bow down."

This is laughing at yourself.

Jing Qicheng asked rhetorically, since she was unwilling to marry herself, why did she have to go through such a big effort.

"Does the prince want me to be charged with resisting the decree?"

Now that the words have been spoken, Meng Combrow also confessed what he wanted.

She wants stewardship of the palace.

"Oh? I don't see that you're a woman with a lot of ambition. ”

"Ambition? Didn't the prince have it? ”

It is rumored that King Chen is addicted to wine, and Wen Taowu is not good at everything, but the cocoon in his hand has betrayed him.

If you cover yourself up in this way, there must be some purpose.

Whether it is Mingzhe to protect his life or ambition, Meng is not interested.

What she wants now is to become the mistress of the palace.

Only by holding power in your own hands can you not be bullied.

In return, she will play the role of the princess well.

"Okay, I promised."

I thought I was going to soak with Jing Qicheng in a soft grind, but I didn't expect him to agree very happily, which surprised Meng Combrow.

"I will ask Aunt Song to hand over the key to the account room to you, but whether you can make the entire palace happy and convinced of you is your means."

Meng combed his eyebrows and respectfully saluted him.

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

Walking out of the study, Meng combed his eyebrows and felt refreshed.

It seems that marrying into the palace is not a bad thing.

"Miss, the prince didn't bully you."

"What can he bully me?"

Meng combed his eyebrows and felt that he didn't hate Jing Qicheng, but he was far from liking.

The reason why she formed an alliance with Jing Qicheng was to gain a firm foothold in the palace, after all, the identity of the princess was very useful to her.

The second is to pave the way for the future.

If you want to escape one day, it will be more convenient to have the power in your hands.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Aunt Song sent the key to the account room according to Jing Qicheng's instructions, and the first thing Meng Combrow did was to ask Aunt Song to buy some maids and maids to clean up and down the palace.

Although she can live a hard life, it does not mean that she is willing to live a hard life.

She has seen that Jing Qicheng's family background is still very rich, if she doesn't spend it, should she leave it to other women?

"Where are all those concubines of the prince?"

"Backyard."

The front yard of the palace is for Jing Qicheng and Meng to live in, and the backyard is those warblers and swallows, I heard that every two or three months there will be a batch of changes.

In that case, I don't want to see them.

Meng combed her eyebrows and asked Aunt Song to tell those concubines that they didn't have anything to do but come to the front yard, and they didn't use it to say hello to themselves.

Aunt Song didn't seem to like Meng Combbrow very much, but she could do everything that Meng Combbrow commanded in an orderly manner.

The people who watched her buy it back were also neat, doing more things and talking less.

Chun Xing felt that Meng Combs was too indulgent to Aunt Song, she was the housewife, how could Aunt Song keep a cold face as if the young lady owed her tens of thousands of taels of silver.

"Why worry too much?"

Meng combed his eyebrows and lay on the noble lady's couch and sent grapes to his mouth, he was not a good man and a woman, how could everyone like it.

According to the rules of Qingguo, seven days after the wedding, the prince and the princess will enter the palace to worship the emperor and queen, and return to the door on the tenth day.

In the past six days, except for the day when he met Jing Qicheng in the study, the rest of the time he was a dragon and did not see the end.

She didn't bother to worry about it a lot, anyway, the palace was already very comfortable to live in by herself, and there was a cook who was responsible for her own meals.

On the day she entered the palace, Aunt Song woke Meng up before the rooster crowed.

She needs to be in the palace before the emperor goes to court.

Chunxing and the little maids were busy combing Meng and dressing up, and changed into the princess's court clothes.

"Miss, what kind of head mask do you want to wear today?"

Meng combs her eyebrows and thinks that since she is visiting her in-laws, she should not dress up too fancy, and she is gentle and humble as a good daughter-in-law in the eyes of the emperor.

She picked a pair of enamel white jade bell hairpins, and a red gold and ruby jewel to wear around her neck.

In this way, it will not be too ostentatious, but also show her identity as a princess, and it will not be underestimated.

Princess, these two words are really troublesome.

The subordinates had already prepared the carriage, and Meng Combrow saw that Jing Qicheng had not yet arrived, so he wanted to go to the carriage and wait for him.

The wheels of the carriage were very high, and the servants brought footstools, but when she got into the carriage, she still felt a little laborious, and her feet slipped.

"Madame, how could she be so careless?"

At the last moment, Jing Qicheng grabbed her hand and steadily took it into his arms.

Warm fragrant nephrite is full of arms, right?

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

"You and me, why do you need to say thank you."

Since Jing Qicheng was willing to be a flower messenger, Meng combed his eyebrows and helped him to get into the carriage.

The carriage was padded and there was a small incense burner inside.

"Condensation? I put mint and iris in it. ”

The smell is really refreshing.

"I didn't expect Madame to have research on medicinal materials."

Jing Qicheng smiled playfully, she really didn't look like the concubine of Guogong at all.

Meng combed his eyebrows and sneered at each other, is he like a prince?

After about half an hour, the carriage stopped, and it seemed that it had arrived at the palace.

At this moment, there are only two corner doors open at the palace gate, and the door in the middle is not qualified to pass through except for the emperor and queen.

The majestic palace grew deeper and darker under the unbright sky, and the palace was silent, except for the sound of wheels rolling on the white marble ground.

The palace is extraordinary, and I am afraid that anyone who sees it will yearn for it.

"Do you like it here?"

Jing Qicheng suddenly asked.

"Who wouldn't love that?"

Meng combed his eyebrows and said lightly, the palace is the representative of power, whether it is a man or a woman, who can resist the temptation of power.

But she didn't like it either.

A square wall, no matter how big, is always boundary.

How can a person who has been trapped by a wall all his life be happy?

Happiness, these two words are really a bit unfamiliar to royal people.

Those who go in want to come out, and those who come out want to go in, and this is the palace.

"Please wait here for the prince and princess."

It seems that the emperor has not risen yet.

As soon as she sat down, Jing Qicheng said that she heard that the chrysanthemums in the palace began to be very strange in June, and she wanted to take a look.

After the man finished speaking, he left Meng Combrow alone in the side hall and strode out.

Meng combed his eyebrows and chased after two steps, but he saw that there was an empty place outside, where was there a figure?

Something wasn't right, she frowned.