Chapter 772: Strange

Jiang Yunqing shook his head when he heard this: "No need, since she is here for me, it is a matter of time before she enters the palace." ”

When she saw the eunuch coming to deliver the decree in person just now, she knew that she would not be able to hide from entering the palace this time.

And Li Chan had said this before, so Jiang Yunqing had been prepared for a long time.

Jiang Yunqing looked up and saw Hui Yu's worried look, and said: "Don't worry, since it is a plum banquet, it will definitely not be just me, there will be others at that time, even if she really wants to do something, she will not attack me in public." ”

Unless Concubine Lu was really stupid, she wouldn't do anything to her in the palace.

Just like Jun Mo said, although they have not yet married, but now everyone in the palace knows that Jun Mo has affection for her, in this case, she just needs to guard against Concubine Lu's secret means, on the surface, she is really not afraid of her.

If Concubine Lu is really embarrassed by her, Jiang Yunqing doesn't have to save face for her.

Who will be more embarrassed at that time, maybe it's not clear.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Jiang Yunqing, Hui Yu could only rest thinking about sending a message to Jun Mo, and followed Jiang Yunqing into the palace for a banquet early the next morning.

It has been raining heavily for several days, and the sun is just right outside, and there is still a thick layer of snow on the palace wall in the palace, and there are many palace people on the road who are clearing the snow.

After Jiang Yunqing took Hui Yu into the palace, she was led by the palace people to the place where she went to the banquet, and when she arrived near Meilin, she found that there were already many people gathered there, many of whom she had seen in the paddock.

When Jiang Yunqing arrived, someone found her, but those people looked at her with a strange expression, with curiosity or disdain in their eyes, but no one stepped forward.

Jiang Yunqing's reputation in Beijing is really not good, not to mention that although she was named a township monarch, and there is the Meng family standing behind her, but in the end, the Jiang family has just been wiped out, and no one has survived, not to mention Jiang Yunqing's handwriting.

Those nobles in Beijing were curious and wary of her, and they were afraid of her ruthlessness, and in the original paddock, Li Yunshu couldn't calculate her, but was beaten half to death by her calculations, so that everyone saw her methods with their own eyes, and no one was willing to intersect with her for a while.

Jiang Yunqing didn't pay attention to those people, stood under the corridor for a while, and found Chen Ying and Zhang Miaoyu, who had entered the palace earlier.

"Ah Ying."

Jiang Yunqing called softly.

Chen Ying and Zhang Miaoyu, who were chatting with people over there, turned around almost at the same time.

When they saw Jiang Yunqing, a big smile appeared on their faces, and they said in unison, "Sister Yunqing." ”

They left the people beside them behind and walked over quickly.

Zhang Miaoyu said: "Sister Yunqing, are you here?" ”

Chen Ying also spoke: "Concubine Lu really gave you a post?" ”

Jiang Yunqing nodded, she didn't say that it was not a post but a direct message for people to pass on, she just glanced at the young faces around her, frowned and said in a low voice: "This plum banquet, are there only these people?" ”

When Concubine Lu returned to the palace, she thought that she was holding a banquet in order to be able to show her identity and tell everyone in Beijing that she had returned to the palace, so even if Jiang Yunqing entered the palace, she was not afraid of anything, after all, it was impossible for Concubine Lu to attack her in front of all the ladies in Beijing.

But when she got here, she found that almost all the young women she saw were fifteen or sixteen years old, all of them like blooming flowers and bones, but the ladies of the various prefectures in Beijing were half of them.