Chapter 705: Good Wife, My Wife Loves You (11)

With that, she still had a smile on her lips.

The Empress looked at her bright smile and was a little stunned.

Then I came back to my senses and remembered that she was a woman, and secretly wondered if I hadn't declared those servants for too long, so I would treat a woman as a man.

Looking at her appearance, I am indeed very satisfied.

It is better to demolish ten temples than to demolish a marriage.

She liked it, and the empress didn't have much to say, so she had to say helplessly: "It's good if Shulan likes it, on the day of Shulan's wedding, I will definitely attend the wedding banquet in person." ”

The empress has attended a wedding banquet for so many years.

It was Bai Shulan's mother's wedding banquet.

The second time it was her.

Yun Pan stood up, saluted, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gift." ”

The empress hurriedly got up and held her: "I am close friends with your mother, and you are also what I grew up watching, and now that your mother and father are gone, I am equivalent to your mother, so I don't need to see each other like this." ”

Not even my self-proclaimed name is gone.

Out of the palace, Yun Fanfan began to count the days.

How many days is there left for the time she made an appointment with Yuan Shilang?

It seems like it's not been a few days.

Thinking about seeing Yuan Fei, Yun Fanfan was still a little excited.

......

Yuan Lian sat in the courtyard with golden scissors and cut the branches of peonies.

The little waiter next to him waited, Yuan Lian cut a peony, pinched it, and asked the waiter: "They all say that this peony is the king of flowers, tell me, is it really so beautiful?" ”

The waiter is a clever one, and he can successfully become the personal attendant of his son-in-law, and he can't do it without a little ability.

"The little one thinks that this peony is indeed the best among the flowers, and other flowers can't compare to it."

Yuan Lian's expression sank, and his fingertips pinched into the tender petals of the peony flower.

The waiter continued: "But ah, no matter how gorgeous this peony is, it is far less than the face of our son-in-law, a few days ago I heard that several young ladies came to ask about the news of the son, but was rejected by Li Zhengfu. ”

Li Zhengfu is Yuan Lian's biological father, he has always been proud of Yuan Lian, and it is his regret that he did not give birth to a daughter, but fortunately, his son is very good, and it will be the same if he can climb to a high-ranking official and noble person when the time comes.

Yuan Lian immediately smiled again, and the gloom on his face was swept away.

Thinking of a person again, Yuan Lian threw away the peony in his hand, and his eyes flowed: "Then how do I compare with Yuan Fei?" ”

This is a fatal problem, what Yuan Lian cares about most is the thorn of Yuan Fei, and he wants to overpower Yuan Fei everywhere.

Peony's question, he didn't answer it well, at most it made Yuan Lian unhappy, if he didn't please Yuan Lian with this question, he was afraid that he would be kicked out of the house.

The waiter wiped the sweat on his face, and said with disdain: "How can that Yuanfei Gongzi compare with Gongzi, in terms of identity, you are a high-ranking son-in-law, he is a humble concubine, in terms of appearance, that Gongzi is the moon in the sky, he Yuanfei, can only be muddy on the ground." ”

Yuan Lian was finally satisfied, and cut a new peony and pinned it to the edge of his hair.

The beauty of the son of the Yuan family is famous, and other sons in the capital take him as an example, and the clothes and makeup he wears when he goes out will soon become a popular style.

Yuan Lian still has a bottom in his heart, that Yuan Fei looks better than him, but he rarely goes out, and his sense of existence is extremely low.

However, I heard that he seemed to have gone out a few days ago and was still confined.

Yuan Lian's news came slowly, and he didn't care much about this matter, so he asked the waiter in his spare time today.