"Poor Dao advises Niangniang, don't be too prejudiced against the emperor." Li Changqing said.

He doesn't know much about Zong Zheng Ze Xiu, but the same Yan Jinxi doesn't know much about the real Zong Zheng Ze Xiu, does he?

Since you don't know about it, don't be too biased, maybe think about it from a different angle, and things will be a little different.

Li Changqing is optimistic, while Yan Jinxi is really pessimistic in this regard.

She just doesn't trust Zong Zheng Zexiu, and this cannot be changed anytime and anywhere. Because, Zong Zheng Zexiu deceived her so miserably.

I've been deceived and hurt, so I can't believe it.

Yan Jinxi laughed and said, "What should be used to distinguish between prejudice and non-prejudice?" If Zong Zheng Zexiu was originally such a person, then why should I say that I look at him with prejudice? "It's funny.

It's not that she looks at Zong Zheng Zexiu with prejudice, but-

Zong Zheng Zexiu was not a person who might be good to Zong Zheng Huashu and her. She knew Zong Zheng Zexiu too well.

"You're sophistry." Li Changqing sighed helplessly, if some people can't see it and can't go out, then it is useless for others to say more.

is like her Yan Jinxi.

"Niangniang came today, shouldn't it be just to argue with Poor Dao?" Li Changqing changed the topic and asked.

"Do you think I'll come up myself for this little thing?" Yan Jinxi smiled, "Since you know that I won't, why bother asking?" ”

This kind of thing is not worth it for her to come up in person.

Li Changqing was stunned for a moment, and said: "In that case, Niangniang, let's tell me the purpose of your visit, after all, Poor Dao is not an immortal, just by guessing, you can't guess it." ”

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March 3 of the 16th year of Yuanshu, Shangsi Festival.

In winter, water flows freely, and in spring, everything is born.

The sound of the water in the Qianhua stream is loud, pleasant to the ear, the suburbs are full of flowers, the purple and red, in the courtyard of the large and small mansions in the city, the flowers and trees are waiting to be released, delicate and gorgeous.

This time, it is the warm spring season in March, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, so the Shangsi Festival is also known as the Peach Blossom Festival in the folk, and it is also known as the Daughter's Festival.

Every third day of March, the villages around the capital will invite diviners to pray to the gods of heaven and earth, offer seasonal food, and float some paper puppets in rivers, streams, and mountain springs, in anticipation, to send their bad luck to the paper people, and take them away.

Therefore, this festival is also called the puppet festival.

It is a festival celebrated by thousands of families, and today is a grand day for the emperor of the Ye Dynasty to hold a ceremony of harmony, and the whole country celebrates, and all over Beijing are talking about the ceremony of the emperor.

The streets and alleys are lit up with lights, laughter and jubilation, the band team from the palace beats gongs and drums all the way, and the palace people follow behind the convoy, scattering freshly picked peach blossom petals.

Among them, a young woman wearing a pink and white gauze dress and a blue and white veil is at the front, and sprinkles the street with peach blossom branches dipped in the flower dew water in the green jade jar.

The fragrance of flowers is overflowing and lively all the way.

The streets are full of laughter and laughter in the city, and there are songs and dances all over the village outside the city.

Young men and women sang in duet across the peach blossom tree, love songs, and bursts of applause. Listen to the ear, sing into the heart, do not need the matchmaker to look at each other, after the two sides exchange love tokens, the next day the man can bring the dowry to the door to propose.

The folk customs are simple, but they are not blindly conservative.

There is a polo field in the eastern suburbs, and more than a dozen young boys have just finished playing a game of polo, their thin shirts are wet, and their foreheads are covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

"Little grandfather, pack up, change your clothes, it's almost time to enter the palace."

Under a flower gallery next to the polo field, Fu Jia reminded seriously while packing up the belongings brought by Qing Ziheng.

Emperor Ji is 16 years old this year, and it stands to reason that he had already passed the ceremony at the beginning of last year, but His Majesty dragged the ceremony until March this year.

But even if everyone knows it, they all know that the little Jiujiu in His Majesty's heart, the four major families located in the four corners of the Ye Dynasty, and the other two families located in Beijing, except for the Yan family of the Great General's Mansion, are still competing with each other in secret.

Among them, naturally including the Qingjia of the Wenguo Mansion.

Emperor Ji Siqing –

The only heir of His Majesty today.

And the emperors of all dynasties were all men.

In this way, a simple and obvious truth is placed in front of the eyes of the world, but anyone who has paid a little attention to the affairs of the court should be easy to understand, not to mention these families who have been in the court for generations.

"Yes."

Qing Ziheng handed the wiped sweat towel to Fu Jia, and while taking the silver-gray crane handed over by Fu Jia, he put it on his body unhurriedly, and asked, "Do you remember bringing the pair of safe and sound cards that your mother picked before?" ”

He has never been able to remember these things, and he was in a little hurry to go out this morning, let alone memorize them carefully. If Fu Jia didn't bring his things, they would have to go back and get them again, back and forth, and there would be a lot of trouble.

"Qingheng! Aren't you leaving? ”

Without waiting for Fu Jia to answer, there was a clear shout in the distance, which was Beigong Chi's voice.

"Let's go later, you guys go first." Qing Ziheng didn't look back, but continued to bow his head and arrange his clothes and hair crown, and responded casually.

Beigong Chi pursed his lips, said a few words to the other boys and brothers next to him, dressed in fancy clothes, and watched them all leave, before he walked in the direction of Qing Ziheng.

Just finished playing a game of polo, and now that he was in a little hurry, it was inevitable that he would be hot and sweating again, Beigong Chi raised his hand and fanned it, taking two breaths, "Qingheng, I'm not with them, I'll go with you." ”

He didn't know those people very well, and Mo Jiu, who was the most familiar with him, was not here, and in comparison, he didn't feel so awkward with Qing Ziheng all the way.

"Whatever you want." Qing Ziheng turned his head to look at Beigong Chi, turned his head again, took two steps forward and picked up the golden silk nanmu ink folding fan on the stone table, put it on his hand, and said to Fu Jia: "Have you brought all the things?" ”

Fu Jia opened the mahogany box and looked at it carefully, "It's all brought with you, and the little grandfather can enter the palace now." ”

In fact, he didn't have to look at him to know that he had brought it all. Because before leaving, the Duchess told her thousands of instructions, said it over and over again, and checked it again and again, just for fear of missing something.

Beigong Chi glanced at the wooden box, but didn't see anything, although he was very curious about what Qing Ziheng was going to give, but he still retracted his gaze, didn't look at it again, didn't ask, after all, people were not so familiar with him.

"Let's go." Qing Ziheng said to Fu Jia.

Turning around, he saw that Beigong Chi was still waiting there, frowned slightly, pursed his lips into a line, and then opened his lips and said, "Let's go together." ”

At a glance, he saw that the little medicine boy who usually followed Beigong Chi was not there, thinking that Beigong Chi had asked the little medicine boy to go directly to the palace, so he didn't care.

Beigong Chi smiled, hurriedly followed, and walked beside Qing Ziheng, silent all the way.

At this time, in the palace hall, Si Qing was dressed in red, sitting in front of the mirror platform, the beaded phoenix crown on his head was pressing his forehead, and his neck was also very sore.

The woman in the mirror has childish teeth, and on a white goose egg face, there is no joy to be seen, only tiredness and boredom.

However, the phoenix crown can't be removed, otherwise the whole hairstyle will have to be redone, which is even more troublesome.

I can't help but have a belly, it's just a courtesy, why make it so complicated and trivial? It's like an enthronement ceremony.