Qiao Fan's birthday banquet is coming soon.

He put on the clothes sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and put on the forehead wiped that his mother specially made for him, with gold lines on a red background, which she outlined with stitches and threads.

With the dark color clothes on his body, it is very suitable.

Qin Gong wiped his forehead straight, picked up the red cloak and put it on him: "My sail is really handsome." ”

His face was slightly red.

"You go first, and the concubine will come later."

"Sons and concubines."

"It's fine."

……

The defense of men and women in this world is not so serious, otherwise the prince would definitely not live in the same palace with his mother when he is so old.

In the Imperial Garden.

Ministers and wives have arrived.

The palaces also led the princes and princesses to arrive one after another.

The queen sits on the throne.

The sky is getting dark, but the garden is full of fire and is very lively.

The palace people came and went, either with a plate of food and fruit, or with pastries and wine.

"The noble concubine has arrived—His Royal Highness has arrived—"

Everyone in the room looked out.

The handsome and noble young man came in with a woman with a high belly but a beautiful face, followed by the eunuch and the palace maid.

Compared with the eight princes who were obscure, ordinary, embarrassed, and a little malnourished before, Qiao Fan's figure is now a lot taller, and he is strong and imposing because of his martial arts practice.

It's completely different.

His handsome and peerless face is no longer hidden, but is even more brilliant under a wiping forehead.

Even Qiao Zhan, the third prince who had often bullied him before, was a little incredulous, was this really the poor eighth brother from before?

Shocked to shocked, amazing to amazing, everyone should salute one after another.

Qin Yi and Qiao Fan exempted everyone from courtesy.

He helped her to sit down on the queen's seat, gathered his cloak for him, and then walked to the prince's seat.

Before they could start greetings.

"The emperor has arrived—"

The emperor walked in wearing a daily dragon robe, and as soon as everyone was about to salute, he waved his hand: "No courtesy." ”

He sat next to the queen.

"Today is the fourteenth birthday of my eighth son, Qiao Fan, everyone is here to celebrate my son's birthday, no need to be polite, don't be restrained."

"Yes!"

The emperor was enthroned, and the feast officially began.

Qin Gong took Qingru away from the banquet for some reason.

"Qingru, I'm a little depressed, go outside, I'll go back in a while, you go in first."

"Niangniang, please let the slave and maid follow you, you are heavy now, how can you ...... alone"

"Qingru."

"Yes, sissy."

"Well, you come with me."

Qingru said happily: "Yes, Niangniang!" ”

Walking to a quiet road, Qin Gong suddenly looked up at the pavilion over there: "Qingru, help me to the pavilion over there to rest for a while." ”

"Yes."

Even on the quiet road, there are palace lights lit up, and there is moonlight, but I am not afraid of darkness.

Qingru took out a handkerchief and wiped the railing in the pavilion, and then carefully helped her to sit down.

"The night breeze is a little cool, Qingru, you go back and help me get a stove."

"Niangniang......" Qingru hesitated, there was no one around Niangniang, if something happened to Niangniang after she left......

"I'll just sit here and wait for you, it won't be long before you go."

"Yes, sissy."

Qingru gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt and ran away quickly.

"Commander Wei?"

Qin Gong leaned on the railing and said softly, "When you saw me come out, didn't Commander Wei come with me?" ”

There was silence all around.

After a while, she suddenly clutched her stomach and gasped.

A figure suddenly appeared, and his always cold and hard face was a little eager: "How?" ”

She reached out and hooked his neck and chuckled, "I'll be fine if you show up." ”

His eyes sank, and he was a little angry, but he still carefully avoided her stomach and took her into his arms: "Can't you be more restrained?" ”

She leaned on his neck and shoulder, her warm breath sprinkled on the side of his neck, and her voice was soft: "But I miss you." ”

He sighed softly.

He was planted.