At the time of Youzheng, many people had gathered in front of Mingde Gate, and the nobles of the family were obediently following their mothers, but Yin Qingyun was standing with Yin Zhengye, both of them had frost on their faces, and no one was pleasing to the eye.

Yin Zhengye was not angry and scolded Yin Qingyun: "Your mother is becoming more and more delicate, and she is often absent from banquets in the palace. ”

"My mother is not feeling well, so she should stay at home to recuperate."

Yin Qingyun wore thin spikes on both sides of her hair bun, and when she turned her head, she shook slightly, and her eyes became more and more cold when she looked at Yin Zhengye: "The good daughter raised by my father's favorite aunt made my mother angry, but now my father blames my mother for being delicate?" ”

Fortunately, it was not the real Chen who experienced such a big scene the day before yesterday, but Ning Luo.

Otherwise, Chen's body that couldn't stand the slightest flash of error would not be so frightened that he couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

Yin Zhengye originally just wanted to beat her a few words, but when he heard her mention the pickled incident, his face suddenly sank: "You are becoming more and more unorthodox, is it possible that you want to learn from your sister in the future!?" ”

Yin Qingyun's voice was weak and cold: "Doesn't my father know Yin Qingli's affairs best, why do you want to ask your daughter." ”

God knows how there is such a cheeky person as Yin Zhengye in this world?

He's upright, noble, and selfless, isn't he?

If he hadn't set a trap to calculate her and Xiao Huan, how could he have been exploited by Yin Qingli.

Xiao Huan also promised to give Yin Qingli a dignified name, Yin Zhengye also got a cheap price at this time, and this face is really bad for people to look at it more.

Yin Zhengye glared angrily: "What do you mean by this?" Do you dare to talk back? ”

Everyone followed the inner prison who led the way into the palace from the Mingde Gate, and the bluestone lampposts along the way burned pine oil, and the candlelight was not conspicuous in the reflection of the sunset, but the slight rosin fragrance wafting in the air made people feel uneasy.

Yin Qingyun frowned, irritably holding the fan and fanning away the smell vigorously, Yin Zhengye saw that her eyebrows were full of impatience, but when she disobeyed the discipline again, the anger that she had just suppressed rushed to her head without holding back.

Yin Qingyun realized that Yin Zhengye was abnormal, and glanced at him coldly: "My daughter is just telling the truth, and my father is angry?" The day before yesterday, you didn't look so arrogant in front of the crown prince. ”

"Shut up!"

Yin Zhengye was afraid that Yin Qingyun would say something that shouldn't be said, so he hurriedly glared at her viciously: "If you dare to talk nonsense outside, the old man will never spare you!" ”

Yin Qingyun's eyes smiled: "Dare to ask my father what kind of person is not forgiving?" ”

He is also a little more powerful, and it is okay to threaten the two mothers and daughters of Han Shaoyuan on weekdays, but Yin Qingyun is not afraid of him.

In the past, he was constrained by him because of the Chen family, but now that Ning Luo alone can play him around, how can she swallow her anger.

"You...... You ......"

Yin Zhengye was furious, and he couldn't say anything cruel except for you.

Mrs. Zou, who was walking in the middle of the palace road, walked over, raising her eyebrows: "Yo, isn't this Yin Xiang, why did you quarrel with the eldest girl, today is the day of family reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have to accompany Your Majesty to admire the moon at night." ”

"Yin Xiang is so angry, if he loses his manners at the banquet, it will not be good to be annoyed by His Majesty."

Yin Zhengye took a breath and was about to scold him for being nosy.

That Mrs. Zou smiled and shook his head and left.

Yin Qingyun shook her fan and laughed coldly: "Master Taifu's words are indeed reasonable, father should dissipate his anger, don't look like this bitter and hateful, and when you are called at the dinner party, you will be called to see what you misunderstood." ”

She is not afraid that Yin Zhengye will be mad, she is afraid that he will not be mad.

Yin Qingli is to blame, Yin Zhengye is not deserved.

Let him calculate Xiao Huan, this time even Mrs. Zou, who was always afraid of him, took his handle, could come forward and laugh at him a few words, and then turn around and leave lightly.

As the latter, it is best to follow the fate of her previous life, crash into the pillar and die, and her body is thrown into the wilderness in order to calm the heartache she experienced in her previous life.

Yin Qingyun didn't wait for Yin Zhengye to say anything, she took a big step and took a step ahead without caring about the rules and etiquette, leaving Yin Zhengye far behind.

When they arrived at the jade terrace where the dinner was held, the afterglow in the west was also completely darkened, and a feast was spread out in the open-air courtyard, and everyone sat down according to the positions prepared by the Ministry of Rites, with men and women on one side, and the girls all sat next to each other with their mothers, and only Yin Qingyun and Gu Yanwan sat alone in the banquet.

It's particularly eye-catching.

But what is even more eye-catching is that the Ministry of Rites actually arranged the seats of the two of them in one place this time.

Yin Qingyun hadn't seen Gu Yanwan for a long time, and at this time, with the bright palace lights in the four corners of the courtyard, she saw her tired and very haggard.

But it's no wonder that the emperor set up Xiao Zhi as the crown prince, which fueled the arrogance of the Lu family, the first one of the Lu family took Yin Zhengye to open the knife, and the second one was Gu Yanwei, the Marquis of Righteousness.

Recently, Yin Zhengye seemed to be relieved, afraid that the Lu family had already transferred the firepower to Gu Yanwei.

Qinglan stepped forward to push the wine pot away for Yin Qingyun, and instructed the palace maid who was waiting to be sent to change the pot of tea.

Gu Yanwan was led to sit down in her position by the internal supervisor, and Ruling beside her immediately took the wine jug and poured a full glass of wine, and said inexplicably: "Pretend." ”

Yin Qingyun was neither deaf nor blind, so she naturally knew that Ruling was instructed by Gu Yanwan to say this.

However, the word denigration is already a bit of admiration.

Previously, she felt uneasy when facing Gu Yanwan because Xiao Zhi's attitude was extremely vague.

Xiao Zhi is now her fiancé, this is a sure fact, she will never lose him again, and Gu Yanwan doesn't have to want to follow behind to pick up the leak.

Qinglan took the teapot sent by the palace maid and poured it for Yin Qingyun: "The girl still doesn't look at her, she is just like the second girl, the more she takes care of her, the more energetic she becomes." ”

With such a good full moon tonight, there are not many rewards, what is there to worry about with the squeamish girl of the Gu family.

Yin Qingyun listened to Qinglan's words, it was indeed true, the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was time to enjoy the moon and reunite, eat moon cakes and be happy, and she couldn't be angry with Gu Yanwan.

All the people in the courtyard sat next to each other,?? Because the emperor and the empress had not yet arrived, everyone was laughing and laughing without any restraint, and some old ministers began to drink and chant poems, talking about the moonlight tonight, and the scene was very lively.

When Yin Qingyun reached out to hold the teacup, he secretly glanced at Xiao Zhi, who was sitting at the same table with Cui Chengyu opposite, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't like him to be inseparable from Cui Chengyu so much.

Cui Chengyu's mind is very heavy, sometimes she seems to understand it, but she doesn't seem to understand it at all, as if he deliberately revealed the horse's feet to her.

It makes people feel a deep feeling of powerlessness of a fist hitting cotton.