The days pass leisurely in the daily salted fish life of the Yuan Circle, and tomorrow is the queen's birthday.

There is Huo Yanjing in the Yuan Circle now, and she is no longer afraid of the cold, wearing a silver-white wide-sleeved floor-length dress, which is not thin, but it is not thick, if there is no Huo Yanjing, she will definitely be shivering from the cold when she only wears this iron in this weather, but now she is not afraid at all!

However, she didn't feel cold herself, and the concubine was worried that she would catch a cold when she saw that she was only wearing such a little, "Oh, why are you only wearing such a little clothes?" The weather is cold, don't freeze your body. Xiang'er, go, get a cloak for your princess. ”

The Yuan Circle couldn't stop it, so I had to go with Xiang'er.

A sentence suddenly popped into her head - there is a kind of coldness that makes your mother think you are cold.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle "poof", the concubine was stunned, and looked at her puzzledly: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yuan Quanquan hurriedly smiled, pursed his lips as serious, and shook his head: "No...... It's nothing. Thank you for your concern, I'm not cold. ”

The concubine disagreed, "How can it not be cold, didn't you still nest in the bedroom every day a few days ago and didn't want to step out of the door?" Why isn't it cold today? Don't deceive your mother. After a pause, he continued, "Even if you're not cold, you need to wear more." You have to take care of your body so that your future children will be healthy. ”

Metaverse: "......"

The mother concubine can really talk about any topic to the child......

Quickly change the topic, Yuan Quanquan didn't want to be urged by the mother concubine to ask why her stomach hadn't moved or something like that, she casually found a topic to bypass, and successfully diverted the concubine's attention.

"Huanhuan, I heard that you were worried about what gift you gave to the queen a few days ago, are you ready now?"

Yuan Quanquan smiled and nodded, "It's ready, don't worry about the concubine." ”

The concubine looked gentle, and she didn't ask her what she had prepared, with meditation, she really didn't have to bear this heart.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have a harmonious relationship, sitting together and chatting in harmony, compared with other deep mansions or ordinary people, there is no so-called "mother-in-law dispute" and various contradictions between Yuanquanquan and Concubine Liu.

From the perspective of the concubine, Concubine Liu has always thought that the resurrection of meditation is the credit of the Yuan Circle, and she is grateful to her, and she really likes her frank and straightforward temperament while getting along; On the side of the Yuan Circle, she herself has a free and easy temperament, and she doesn't take many things to heart at all, and she and the concubine don't have too many disagreements or misalignments in life. In this way, those mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems that are common in other people's homes are not a problem for them.

Yuan Quanquan is quite glad that her mother-in-law is a sensible and gentle person, otherwise, let her stand up to a mean old woman like Qian's, she thinks she may lose her hair - house fighting or something, she is not good at it at all, okay?

Thinking of the Qian family, the Yuan circle suddenly remembered that tomorrow on the queen's birthday, the Qian family and Lu Qingyuan will inevitably be present. When the two sides meet, I don't know what kind of demon moths those two people will make......

Thinking of the pair of evil-eyed mother and daughter, Yuanquanquan even felt depressed, and quickly threw the figures of those two out of his mind, thinking about what they were doing and wasting their lives.

After chatting with the concubine for a while, the Yuan Circle circled out of the meditation courtyard and went to the study of meditation.

Jieya sat lazily on the chair against the wall, flipping through the books he didn't know in his hands, looking like he was about to die of boredom.

The meditation cultivator sat behind the table, reviewing the various official documents submitted below, with a focused expression and serious eyebrows.

As soon as Yuan Huanhuan entered the house, he saw Jieya throw down the book and jump up from the chair and walk towards her, "Huanhuan! ”

Taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm, Yuan Quanquan took a step to the side without a trace, stared at him and wondered, "What are you doing?" ”

The Jieya thief came over awkwardly, with a shy smile, and said twice: "Circle, please do me a favor." ”

Yuan Quanquan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but wonder, what did the dignified Lord Hades need her help as a mortal?

Asking him with a puzzled look, Yuan Quanquan glanced in the direction of the meditation cultivator, and it happened that the meditation cultivator also happened to raise his eyes, and the eyes of the two collided. With her eyes wide slightly, she asked Ming Xiu with her eyes, what did this friend of his want to do.

The meditation cultivator only gave him a faint look, didn't say anything, and continued to work on him.

"Huanhuan, I heard that tomorrow is your queen's birthday?" Jieya asked.

Yuan Quanquan didn't know what he had to do with asking her to help him, so he only nodded: "That's right." ”

"I haven't been to your mortal birthday feast......"

“…… So? ”

Yuan Quanquan seemed to have guessed what Jieya wanted to do and asked her to help.

Sure enough, Jieya showed a strong interest in tomorrow's queen's birthday banquet, "Can you take me there?" ”

Yuan Quanquan: "...... Uh, you're going to the Queen's birthday party? ”

Jieya blinked a pair of sparkling eyes like a playful child and nodded violently: "Yes, yes, I have participated in the Immortal Conference of the Heavenly Realm, and I am tired of the Ghost Realm and the Netherworld Meeting, this royal banquet in the human world, I have never seen it, I am very curious." ”

“…… Oh. Yuan Quanquan said that she understood, but she didn't understand a little, "But don't you know how to spell?" You can go wherever you want, do you still need me to take it? ”

Hearing this, Jieya's face collapsed instantly, he flattened his mouth and turned his head to look at Ming Xiu with a particularly sad look, and his tone was still full of grievance and resentment: "Speaking of this, I won't accept it!" Although you human realm palace is blessed by dragon energy, the ghosts and spirits outside can't enter. But I'm the king of Hades, why am I being stopped at the door? What's even more odious is that why did Ah Xiu get in? He's not human, like me. I've been a human being anyway, but he's a native ghost born from the darkest realm of the ghost world! On what ground? ”

After being accused by Jieya, the meditation cultivator finally raised his head again, and a sneer flashed on his handsome face: "Heh, just rely on this king to live two hundred years longer than you." ”

Jieya: "......"

Metaverse: "......"

Shen Xiu put down the official document in his hand, paced towards the two of them, pulled the Yuan Circle to his side, and glanced at Jieya with disgust, "This is a mortal banquet, what are you going to do?" ”

Jieya immediately retorted: "Then why do you want to go?" ”

Shen Xiu raised his eyebrows: "This king is now a human being, or a royal clan, of course he has to go." "Looking at Jieya with a mentally retarded look.

Jieya was choked again, and wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason, so he held back his little white face and turned red, so he was not wronged.

Yuan Quanquan looked at these two old ghosts, who were almost four thousand years old, arguing like two naïve ghosts about going to the palace for a banquet, and his face was speechless.

In the end, Jieya still didn't succeed in getting the opportunity to enter the palace, it's not that the Yuan Circle didn't take him in, but she couldn't do anything about it! And the capable ghost king, ignoring the ghost crying wolf howl of a certain king of Hades, kicked the person out of the study, and let him cry outside the door without letting go.

"Ah Xiu, you negative man, you have no conscience! Have you forgotten our relationship for so many years? I really saw the newcomer laughing and not hearing the old crying...... I'm so miserable! ”

The Yuan circle in the study listened to the accusation of Jieya outside the house, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely: "......"

Yan Jiu, who was also guarding outside the house: "......"

The next day, the Yuan Circle dressed up and entered the palace with the concubine and the meditation cultivator, and Xiao Zhi and Xiang'er followed behind.

The carriage drove all the way to the gate of the palace, and the carriage of the Ming Wangfu had the privilege to drive directly into the palace, but because today was the queen's birthday, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty came to congratulate the birthday with their families, and all kinds of carriages and sedan chairs were parked at the gate of the palace, blocking the way forward.

The concubine simply ordered the coachman to stop the car, and everyone got out of the car and walked into the palace.

Yuan circled the carriage, and before he had taken two steps, he heard a familiar voice.

"Concubine Niangniang, Princess Ming."

Yuan Quanquan turned his head to look when he heard the sound, and saw Qian and Lu Qingyuan walking from a carriage behind.

Lu Qingyuan is dressed up very brightly today, dressed in a rose-red splendid dress, the golden silk ruby in her hair swayed back and forth with the movement of her walking, and the matching ruby cloud phoenix pattern golden hairpin is inserted in the cloud bun, lining her skin crystal fair, bright eyes and bright teeth, mantis head moth eyebrows, gentle and demure when not smiling, like a spring breeze when showing her face, it is really a national color and fragrance.

Yuan Quanquan looked at it at a glance, and he was actually stunned.

Although she hated Lu Qingyuan in her heart, she had to admit at this time that this woman was really good-looking, and she deserved the title of the first beauty in the capital.

Yuan Quanquan didn't have the intention of comparison, she completely subconsciously looked down at what she was wearing, but when she fell into Lu Qingyuan's eyes, she became ashamed of her cowardice.

Lu Qingyuan showed a subtle sneer on the side of her mouth, thinking that she was better than the other party in terms of dress, and she pressed the other party at the beginning, which made her feel so good, that when she walked in front of the Yuan Circle, her expression actually looked quite kind.

"The courtiers have seen the concubine Niangniang, and they have seen the princess Ming."

Qian's dress today is also a little different from the past, much more solemn, but because her face is long, the tails of her eyes are slightly raised, and she is born with a mean appearance, even if she dresses solemnly and uprightly, it will give people a sense of harshness that is not good to get along.

Temperament is a matter of dress.

The concubine didn't have much contact with the Qian family and didn't know much about her, but since the Yuan circle married into the palace, the concubine had heard more or less about the deeds of this mother-in-law. The other party treated the Yuan circle harshly and embarrassed her daughter-in-law everywhere, so that the concubine really didn't have a good impression of the Qian family, and her attitude was extremely cold when she saw people, and she only stopped and responded because of her identity: "Oh, it's Mrs. Lu." ”

Qian Shi smiled flatteringly, stood in front of the concubine, glanced at the Yuan Quanquan next to him, seemed to have the same idea as Lu Qingyuan, with a little disdain and arrogance in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he said flattering words against his will: "The princess is so beautiful today!" ”

She is hypocritical and willing to fake enthusiasm, Yuan Quanquan doesn't want to disgust herself, she replied directly: "I know." Seeing Qian's face, he thought for a while and couldn't help but reply again, "The implication of my mother's words is that I am ugly on weekdays?" ”