Dawn didn't know that the two were entangled, and said tentatively: "Xu is thinking about sisterhood." ”

"She just wants to eat me into her belly, where can she still have friendship with me." Jiang Qingyue slapped the invitation card with exquisite pictures that fit the occasion and season on the stone table: "Go back to her, don't go." ”

Dawn ran for her this trip, got a lot of ridicule, and understood the entanglement between the two.

I thought it was over, but at noon, Jiang Qingyun came dressed up.

Stirring the pigeon soup in the gold-painted porcelain bowl, the aroma was rich, and Jiang Qingyue didn't raise his head: "Blasting people out to this princess." ”

When Mama Li heard this, the wrinkles on her old face added two more worriedly: "Princess, it doesn't agree with reason, the Ping Wangfu is now your home, and you still want some reputation." ”

Yes, in a place like the capital, you can only come soft.

"Bring people in and wait in the main hall, Mama, just serve tea, don't serve snacks, just say that the princess is still asleep." The condensed white soup entered the mouth, Jiang Qingyue continued: "If she gives you something, you can take it." ”

Jiang Qingyue rarely claims to be the princess in front of them, and it seems that the princess is extremely unwilling to see the guest this time.

Mama responded: "Miss Jiang, the princess worked hard yesterday and hasn't gotten up yet, you can wait for a while." ”

Jiang Qingyun is already beautiful, with a taste of vulgarity, and she is even better at dressing up, so when she looks at it from a distance, she looks like a clear lotus.

Politely bowed: "Mama is happy, not in a hurry." ”

Jiang Qingyun touched the silver and stuffed it to Mama: "Suddenly disturbed, Mama is not strange, and I will love my sister to come out and see it." ”

The sunlight outside turned a few times, and Jiang Qingyue looked at the cold pigeon soup in front of her: "Let's go, go and meet her, if you come at noon, you naturally haven't eaten yet, and you can't let the palace have a reputation for treating others harshly." ”

Xiang'er's face darkened, you have made the family wait for two hours, and now it's time for dinner.

Jiang Qingyue looked at her so-called sister with a smile: "I've been waiting for a long time, it's really too hard to work recently, and the huge Daping Mansion still needs to be handled by this princess." ”

The two looked at each other, Jiang Qingyun opened his mouth to speak, his stomach opened his mouth untimely, and the delicate makeup on his face was also a little dizzy.

"Oh, my sister hasn't eaten yet, why don't you pay attention, how can I be hungry?" Jiang Qingyue ordered to pass the meal.

Xiang'er said with an embarrassed face: "Princess, you are asleep today, and the small kitchen is not ready." ”

"You subordinates, it's not good," Jiang Qingyue reproached a few words, and then shifted the conversation to Jiang Qingyun: "Sister, don't be surprised, wait for a while." ”

The last time I waited, I waited for two hours.

Jiang Qingyun naturally didn't want to suffer: "My sister broke the bill, it was my sister who came to the door rashly, but this poetry meeting, everyone in the capital will participate, if you don't come, won't it hurt the face of the Ping Palace." ”

Jiang Qingyue frowned and raised her hand to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and her dark eyes were sad: "What my sister said, how can this princess not understand, but King Ping is like this, how can she participate?" ”

"Sister, if it weren't for the fact that you are the daughter of the Jiang family, and the reputation of the Jiang family will be ruined, my sister will not be so forceful, King Ping is insufficient, and I will fill the scene, my sister will leave." In order to prevent Jiang Qingyue from having extra thoughts in her heart, she said her words a little harshly.

"Stay, this princess should be you, stay and eat." Jiang Qingyue is not at ease with her, but this poetry meeting can make her value it so much, and she will definitely be able to get a glimpse of the relationship between the participants in the capital.

In this way, Jiang Qingyun naturally could no longer force to leave, and the night was hazy, and Jiang Qingyun embarked on the road back.

Looking back, I took a deep look at the Pingwang Mansion under the moonlight, this stumbling block must be removed, and I am naturally not afraid of leaving a fool.

In the past, she was asked to marry because she wanted to find a chess piece for the Jiang family to use, but today, the chess piece backfired, and the consequences were serious.

"I came back so late," Jiang Liehai's face was not very good-looking, if it wasn't for the queen's pressure, why would he be in such a hurry, he took refuge in the prince's family, it was smooth sailing, but now, he always felt that there was a turbulent risk.

Jiang Qingyun blessed her body: "Father, it is really Jiang Qingyue who is too much and bullies her daughter." "I will make it clear what happened in the Pingwang Mansion today.

Jiang Liehai's face sank: "It's really going to be the other way around, the incident in Yichun Pavilion is spreading outside, adding a few fires to her." ”

But when I climbed the high branches, I saw no one in my eyes.

The words were divided into two ends, and the shopkeeper Luo waited until there was no one outside, before he dared to go home, and he fell into his own doubts, passing by the noodle stall, sitting down and not speaking, he heard the ridicule: "Yo, isn't this the shopkeeper Luo?" ”

"Let's have a bowl of noodles."

"Let's be here, don't give it to black-hearted people, all you want is human blood, we can't afford it." The stall owner waved his hand like a fly.

Shopkeeper Luo snorted back, and halfway through, I don't know who heard his whereabouts, and pushed open the window with a snap, and the rotten vegetable leaves were thrown out: "Black-hearted guy." ”

The sound alarmed the neighbors, if it weren't for Shopkeeper Luo's fast running, I was afraid that he would explain where he was.

The situation is getting worse.

There are still two days left in the poetry meeting, and Xiang'er is very worried about her young lady, although there was a Mingxin mage in the past, but her favorite thing all day is still the tiger and tiger who punches in the courtyard.

"Boss, help!" A terrible scream came from outside King Ping's mansion.

It's the shopkeeper of Luo.

Jiang Qingyue walked in a hurry, opened the door and looked, and there was something else: "Shopkeeper Luo." ”

"Quick, let me in." Shopkeeper Luo flashed into the door, and the people who chased after him outside looked around and didn't see anyone, and they went to the Pingwang Mansion with a grudge, but they didn't dare to do anything on their faces.

"Princess, you can hurry up, if you go on like this, the Yichun Pavilion will go out of business, and it is said that our clothes are wearing dead people." Shopkeeper Luo didn't understand why she wanted to put her shop in danger, and she was infamy.

"Let's talk about it carefully," Jiang Qingyue listened to the shouting outside, and the result was a little unexpected.

Shopkeeper Luo told his story of what he had encountered in recent days with snot in his eyes, and in this life, he has never been like this moment, like a rat crossing the street.

After listening to him, Jiang Qingyue fell into a long silence, and Shopkeeper Luo sweated a lot on his forehead.

After a long time, she smiled and said, "Okay, the people behind me want me to fall into a catastrophe, but they actually helped." ”

The poetry meeting just started when her shop was in crisis, Jiang Qingyue frowned slightly and said: "Don't open it these days, I have my own arrangements, if you don't feel comfortable these days, go outside to hide." ”

Shopkeeper Luo looked at her, his eyes were blank, if so, could he really trust her?

"Shopkeeper Luo?" Jiang Qingyue opened her mouth and called him.

After all, he left according to the plan, but the loss in the eyes of Shopkeeper Luo could not be hidden.

"Dawn, you escort Shopkeeper Luo." Jiang Qingyue looked at the back of him leaving, changed into men's clothes and went to a suburban hut.