310 Feast

Liang Qingyin smiled slightly.

"You're going to think about your brother."

He looked at Jiang Xiaonian with a more focused expression.

"Okay, I'll send someone to talk about it and ask her to arrange a place for you."

"Thank you, Father." Jiang Xiaonian smiled and poured him another glass of wine.

She noticed Liang Qingyin's gaze on her, and shook her hand in front of his eyes: "Father-in-law, what are you looking at?" ”

Liang Qingyin was shaken back to her senses, took a sip of wine and said, "No, I just suddenly feel that you have grown up a lot." ”

It's getting more and more like her.

However, maybe only he remembered what she was like when she was young, and after such a long time, I am afraid that even she herself does not remember.

Jiang Xiaonian always felt that Liang Qingyin had something on his mind, but he didn't know what it was.

"Father-in-law, are you going to the birthday banquet of the eldest princess Changle?"

"No, no." Liang Qingyin replied very simply.

Jiang Xiaonian watched Liang Qingyin eat a glass of wine, and only looked at him worriedly, not knowing what to say.

The day before the banquet, Mrs. Lu came to see her daughter, and by the way, she mentioned the banquet and asked her if she wanted to go to the banquet with them.

Lu Xunyu shook his head and said, "Mother, no need, I am already a member of the Jiang family, how can I still follow my mother's family?" Isn't that a joke about me? At that time, I will go to the banquet as the wife of the Jiang family, and I have already sent a letter of worship and received an invitation. ”

Mrs. Lu nodded, she was also worried that her daughter would not be able to enter or be placed in the last position.

When the daughter grows up, it's good to think about her husband's family.

This matter was settled, and Mrs. Lu didn't say much, but chatted with her.

"Half a month ago on your aunt's birthday, I went to Bian's Mansion, I don't know if I don't go, it's really unexpected."

"What's wrong?" Lu Xunyu raised his eyes and asked.

"Although it is your aunt's birthday, it is the eighth princess sitting on the main seat. And when eating, the eighth princess was too late for half an hour because she overslept. The whole room of us had to wait for her to come before we could take our seats, and when she was late, your aunt had to wait for her to help her with the food, and I felt a headache when I looked at it. ”

"My cousin-in-law is a princess, and the royal majesty is there, so she must abide by the rules and follow the etiquette."

Mrs. Lu disagreed: "In the past, when the eldest princess of Changle got married, there were not so many rules, in the final analysis, it still depends on the person." Your cousin married the eighth princess, and according to the temper of the eighth princess, you will be able to bear it in the future. ”

Lu Xunyu just smiled and didn't say anything.

She is now married to the Jiang family, and she only thinks about the Jiang family, and as for the others, she has no heart to care.

Speaking of which, she also has to thank the eighth princess, if she hadn't taken a fancy to her cousin and was given a marriage by the saint, maybe she wouldn't be able to be with the person she liked.

In her opinion, it all is fate.

The next day, Jiang Xiaonian and Lu Xunyu dressed up carefully and went to the Hou Mansion in Zhenbei for a banquet.

The eldest princess of Changle is married to the Marquis of Zhenbei An Yueze, and the entire Dahong is also the Marquis of Zhenbei and the Marquis of Dingyuan.

The two marquis were originally in the limelight, and if they continued to develop according to the previous momentum, they might be crowned dukes.

All this was ruined by a sudden war.

During that war, Xiao Jinhe's mother was killed by enemy spies who infiltrated the border, and An Yueze broke his legs on the battlefield and could not stand up again.

Since then, the two marquis have fallen at the same time.

One drowns his sorrows with wine all day long, remembering and blaming himself.

A perennial depressed person who doesn't want to be a drag on his family.

In this incident, the eldest princess Changle also suffered a very major blow, the newborn daughter was gone, and the husband became like this again.

It's just that the Zhenbei Hou Mansion needs someone to support her, and she has no choice but to forcibly swallow her tears into her stomach and support the family.

She is the queen mother's concubine, and she is the emperor's own sister, even if her husband's family declines and is silent, as long as she is there, the Zhenbei Hou Mansion will not collapse.

Over the years, she has supported the entire Hou Mansion, so that others dare not despise her.

There were many people who came to the Hou Mansion to congratulate him on his birthday, and after Lu Xunyu's whispered introduction, Jiang Xiaonian had a clearer understanding of the identities of other people.

For example, she privately used her painting to dedicate it to Lin Jiaojiao, the second lady of the second room of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, the eldest princess of Changle.

She came with Xiao Jinhe's second uncle and Mrs. Zheng, but she was much more gorgeous than Mrs. Zheng.

Madame Zheng also apparently did not like her, and looked at her with contempt from beginning to end, and sometimes did not look at her at all.

Jiang Xiaonian looked at these two people, and at first glance, they were not fuel-efficient lamps, and couldn't help but hold his forehead.

After marrying into the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, it will be a headache.

Phew, who's going to marry into the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion?

Jiang Xiaonian patted his head, despising himself for having this kind of thought in his head.

Xiao Jinhe didn't say anything, and he went online.

The two followed the maid's guidance to the banquet hall, and after reporting their identities, they obviously felt that the maid was stunned for a moment.

After looking Jiang Xiaonian up and down, she showed a smile and said, "Miss Jiang, please." ”

Lu Xunyu wondered in his heart, according to her identity, she, the lady of the Jiang family, was ahead of the Miss Jiang family, why did the maid's attention fall on her sister?

muttered in his heart, and still followed the maid to their place.

I thought they were at the back, but I didn't expect the maid to lead them all the way to the front.

Until he took his seat, Lu Xunyu had a feeling, did the maid misrecognize their identities?

How did they get their seats in front of this?

"Sister, I always feel that it's not right for us to sit here." It wouldn't be good if we got it wrong and drove them back later.

Jiang Xiaonian smiled and comforted her: "Sister-in-law, just sit here with peace of mind, it's okay." ”

Not long after the words fell, a young woman wearing a light blue gorgeous brocade robe walked up to them, pointed at Lu Xunyu with an extremely exaggerated expression, and said, "Isn't this Miss Lu, the daughter of Lord Yushi?!" ”

Lu Xunyu and Jiang Xiaonian came early, and there were not many people in the banquet hall at the moment, and the young woman's words were particularly abrupt.

Jiang Xiaonian frowned at her and asked Lu Xunyu in a low voice, "Who is she?" ”

"This is Xu Shishan, the wife of the prince of Anguo Mansion, and the granddaughter of the general, but ......"

Jiang Xiaonian knew what she wanted to say later, it was nothing more than to say that Xu Qizheng had been driven out of the General's Mansion by the general Xu Yingyi.

She knew this best.

However, although that incident made Xu Shishan's identity plummet, the Anguo Mansion looked down on her even more.

But what I didn't expect was that Liu Yuquan, who has always been romantic, has restrained a lot since he married Xu Shishan, but instead spread the good words of the couple's love for Qin Se and Ming.

Jiang Xiaonian thought, it is estimated that Xu Shishan is dignified and virtuous, young and beautiful, so that Liu Yuquan has taken back his heart in the field for so many years.

When I saw it today, how was it different from what she imagined?

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