Xiang Zhu hurriedly put down the refreshments to give her a good breath: "What's the matter?" Was it blown by the cold wind? ”

Qingyu said with a warm cup of tea: "Girl, you take a sip and smooth your throat." ”

Jiang Lingran looked at the tea leaves of the Taiping Monkey Kui who were sinking at the bottom of the tea cup, and said with stinging eyes: "There is no need to prepare this kind of tea in the future." After saying that, he stood up and left the side hall.

Xiangzhu and Qingyu looked dazed.

"Didn't you buy this tea two days ago?"

Without waiting for Dahu to inquire about the news and come back, Jiang Ji returned to Zhuangzi first.

Jiang Lingran was relieved to see that he was safe and sound, and couldn't help but complain: "Why didn't my brother tell me that you went to the Pingsu Marquis Mansion yesterday?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Ji smiled and took out a piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it to her: "Brother got it back for you." ”

Jiang Lingran looked at the thin piece of paper, and was surprised and delighted: "And leave the book? You're coming back? How could they agree to give? ”

Jiang Ji smiled and said: "The emperor is in charge, does he dare not give it?" ”

Out of the palace, he immediately went to the Pingsu Marquis Mansion.

And the two books given by the emperor have already been delivered.

Mrs. Lao Hou and Meng Zhipei were frightened when they saw him.

Even if a hundred people in their hearts were unwilling, they didn't dare to fight him.

Meng Zhipei wrote and left the book with his only uninjured right hand, stamped it, and pressed the handprint.

Jiang Lingran silently read the words on the paper, and choked up: "Brother, I'm free!" ”

Jiang Ji looked worried, rubbed her little head, and said sadly: "Yes, my sister, she has a new life." ”

The news of the Pingsu Marquis Mansion can't be hidden.

Before the afternoon, the news of Heli was known to the whole city.

Although it was expected, it was also a little surprising to be able to relieve anger so quickly.

Yan Qi leaned against the back window of Yun Idiot's room and watched the crowd on the street.

Yun Idiot went downstairs to prepare refreshments, and when she came up, Yan Qi actually maintained the posture she had before going downstairs, and said with a smile: "Childe came to me to observe the state of life?" ”

Without waiting for an answer, Yun Idiot put down the tray, took a few steps closer to him, tilted his head to look at him for a moment, and said, "Childe is in a bad mood." ”

"I'm going to get some wine."

Yan Qi said: "If you propose to a girl, what should you do?" ”

The cloud idiot was stunned, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Childe has a sweetheart?" ”

Yan Qi turned around, looked at her and said, "What should I do?" ”

Yun Idiot smiled: "Naturally, I found a proper relative and friend to be a matchmaker, and then went to propose to the girl's parents with a generous gift." ”

Saying that, remembering his past, Cola said: "I am an orphan, my fiancé mentioned it to me when he proposed marriage, and his mother blamed this matter for a long time, saying that it shouldn't be so abrupt." ”

Seeing that he was at a loss, he said with a smile: "Childe doesn't even know this?" ”

Yan Qi smiled bitterly: "No one has taught me." ”

"I've never noticed anything like this."

The cloud idiot didn't understand why he was so upset about such a thing.

"It's just a small thing."

"Besides, in the future, your marriage will definitely be given by the emperor himself, and all rituals will be handled by the Ministry of Etiquette."

"It's okay if you don't know these customs."

Yan Qi smiled: "Yes, it's just a small thing!" ”

He really doesn't mind!

In Suzhi Zhai, the old lady's face sank like water, and her body was shrouded in anger.

stared at Jiang Xian Mu and said, "You go to Zhuangzi in person and bring people back!" ”

Jiang Xian Mu looked embarrassed: "How can they be willing to do it now?" It's also a hot face sticking to a cold ass. ”

"Then go too!" The old lady let out a loud roar, interrupting Jiang Xianmu's excuse.

Jiang Xian Mu was frightened, and nodded busily: "Go, go, my son will go!" ”

Zheng Mingyun watched Jiang Xian Mu come out of the upper room, and had the heart to follow along, but he didn't dare to move a single step.

Turning his head, he was facing the cold eyes of the old lady, and his heart was tight, and he almost cried.

"The mother is angry, and the daughter-in-law is also confused for a while."

The old lady didn't want to listen to her nonsense, and said coldly: "Send the five girls out of the house immediately, pick a home as soon as possible in the next two days, everything is simple, there is no need to notify relatives and friends, and the whole house is not allowed to be red." ”

Zheng Mingyun exclaimed: "Mother, is this going to let the five girls quietly marry far away?" ”

"Although the Hou Mansion of Keke Pingsu has been hung up, in the end, it is still from the Hou Mansion of the second grade, which is not better than those poor and sour scholars?"

"Otherwise, let's hold off for a while, the fifth girl is still young and can wait for two years."

The old lady sneered: "Do you have a brain? ”

Zheng Mingyun choked.

Although the current situation was not caused by her, under the sharp eyes of the old lady, she still couldn't stop her heart, swallowed her saliva, and said in fear: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, let's do it." ”

In the small courtyard of the alley on the east side of the Pingsu Marquis' Mansion, Daoist Li cried.

Meng Zhipei's fall to today's situation is all his fault!

He killed his own son!

Remorse, tortured by guilt, he wanted to die.

But he really threw the rope on the beam and tied the dead buckle, and he didn't dare again.

Slumped on the ground and wept bitterly.

After crying for a while, he finally found the motivation to live.

The person who controls the chessboard behind his back and pushes them to a dead end without moving, he must catch it!

March 19 is the Wanshou Festival, and in the Chengqian Palace, Qin Peijing, the queen of Yan, is holding the etiquette regulations presented by the Ministry of Rites.

The queen has just passed forty years, her eyebrows and eyes are gentle, her gestures are noble and graceful, and her well-maintained cheeks are fair and firm, without spots and wrinkles.

Flipping through a few pages at random, he asked in a slow voice, "Who did you hand it over to this year?" ”

Xingmo, the palace maid who was waiting on the side, replied with a smile: "If you return to your mother, it will be handed over to His Royal Highness King Xin this year." ”

The queen looked up in surprise: "King Xin? ”

This longevity festival was handed over to the prince in previous years, but why was it handed over to King Xin this year?

Xingmo said: "The emperor remembered that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a hard errand in Fengzhou, and it was tiring to travel back and forth, so he handed over the errand of the Wanshou Festival to His Royal Highness King Xin. However, the regulations should be decided only after asking His Royal Highness the Crown Prince about his intentions. After careful calculation, King Xin is considered to be the assistant of our Royal Highness. ”

The queen had no intention of competing in such a matter.

It's just that she suddenly changed to King Xin to do it, and she thought that the prince had made a mistake in previous years, so she asked this question.

Nodding slightly, he closed the booklet and said, "Since the crown prince and His Royal Highness King Xin are in charge, this palace will be lazy." ”

Xingmo said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is filial, and he has never let his mother worry about the matter at hand, so you can rest assured." ”

The queen smiled warmly, and the eyebrows and eyes were more gentle.

In Qize Xuan, Wen Ji looked at the corner of the small golden crown that Yan Qi tied to the top of his head behind the desk with his feet worried, and said, "Childe, you have been watching it all night, can you rest for a while?" ”

After waiting for a while, no one answered him.

Wen Ji frowned.

Looking at the account like this, is it planning to destroy your eyes?

After thinking about it, he said: "Childe, the elder brother of Miss Jiang is back, can the Zhuangzi in her name be recovered?" ”

"When will you go to the palace to find out the emperor's tone? When are we allowed to start building? ”