The golden glazed tiles shone dazzlingly in the sun, in her previous life, Song Qingyun had seen the appearance of the palace from costume dramas, but when she was there, her feeling was still very shocking.

Not to mention that the prince desperately wants to be the emperor, living in such a beautiful big house, even if he falls asleep, he will wake up happy.

Keeping in mind Mama Zhong's teachings, Song Qingyun hung her head slightly, followed behind Mu Qingao, moved the lotus step lightly, passed through the large garden full of strange flowers and plants, and heard the sound of silk and bamboo from a distance.

She didn't dare to look at the surrounding scenery at all, and from time to time there were palace maids around her who stopped to salute King Jing, and she also knew that someone was secretly looking at her and the children.

When passing by an octagonal pavilion, a person suddenly rushed out of it, grabbed Song Qingyun's sleeve, and frightened her face turned white all of a sudden.

"Qingyun, it's me!"

Ye Qingqing hugged her happily, because the two of them were dressed more ceremoniously and their buns were more complicated, so they just touched it lightly and separated.

Song Qingyun was overjoyed and looked at her in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I was invited to the banquet."

"Ma'am?"

A woman who looked like a grandmother beside Ye Qingqing stepped forward, blessed Qingyun's body, and quietly glanced at Ye Qingqing.

"Qingyun, we'll talk later."

Ye Qingqing stuck out her tongue and returned to the pavilion to wait, only then did Song Qingyun find that there were several gorgeously dressed ladies sitting inside, and they all looked at her with curious eyes.

Song Qingyun hurriedly retracted his gaze, lowered his head and took two steps, and saw Mu Qingao's big hand stretched out.

He grabbed Qingyun's wrist and looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of love, which made the hearts of the ladies in the pavilion mixed.

The people who came to congratulate were all Mrs. Yipin who had the identity of a fate, and none of them didn't want to let the school-age women in their family or clan marry King Jing.

At first, when Prince Jing was not treated by the emperor, they avoided it, for fear that the emperor would suddenly decree that their daughter would marry Prince Jing, but they could not stop the nobles in the capital from admiring Prince Jing.

Now that the crown prince has been demoted, Prince Jing has become the most promising heir to the throne, who doesn't want to take the opportunity to climb so close?

The emperor decreed that Prince Jing's family should be visited, and when they entered the main hall, the ladies in the pavilion, ignoring the court etiquette, were secretly talking in whispers.

"That woman just now is the future Princess Jing?" A certain lady turned to the woman next to her.

"Prince Jing didn't have a happy event, where did Princess Jing come from?" Mrs. B replied with a pout.

"It's a matter of time or time, the beautiful little boy next to me heard that it is the four-year-old son of King Jing."

"So what? It's a son and not a son, whether the emperor can admit it or not doesn't know. ”

Mrs. A felt that Mrs. B was very angry, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that a daughter in her family had made a joke, and the prince of Feijing did not marry, and now she is over nineteen years old and is still in the boudoir, it is the time to hate to marry.

Mrs. A didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she carefully asked the maid around her.

"Have you inquired about the relationship between Mrs. Ye and that lady?"

"Yes, Mrs. Ye and Mrs. Song worshiped godsisters, I heard that Mrs. Ye went to Gusu to live in Mrs. Song's house, and the two knew each other when they were in the capital."

On the other side, a certain Mrs. C, who was sitting next to Ye Qingqing, smiled flatteringly.

"Mrs. Ye, I heard that Ling Gongzi is stocky and cute, and he has a tiger's brain, so it should be more than four months now, right?"

"Thanks to Mrs. Zhao's memory, the dog has been four months and twenty-three days to this day."

"Mrs. Ye is really blessed, she has children and daughters, and General Chu publicly said that she would not accept concubines, she is really envious of others!"

"My family Tianhui is also influenced by friends, a lifetime of a couple, husband and wife are concentric, its benefits are gold, only by living a good life in their own small family, can we put everyone's heavy responsibility on our shoulders."

A certain Mrs. C laughed, and scolded Ye Qingqing to death in her heart. If she is not a, how can she let her own man marry only one of her?

Which man in the world is not a group of wives and concubines? She really didn't have a backache when she stood and talked, and what she said was influenced by her friends, and she put the blame on General Chu.

"Does Mrs. Ye know why the banquet is being held in the palace today?"

They all suddenly received a holy decree ten days ago, asking them to enter the palace today, and the palace people who came to deliver the decree did not say the reason for the banquet, and they were also confused, so they sat in the pavilion and waited.

"I don't know, it's hard to disobey the holy order, isn't the lady willing to come?"

A certain Mrs. C's frightened face fused, how can this kind of thing be said nonsense?

She regretted that she had a hot brain and accosted Ye Qingqing, and she was almost caught in it by her, and she was charged with killing her head.

Bah! She's too insidious, too unscrupulous.

Ye Qingqing sipped tea while sneering and listening to the crowd talk about Song Qingyun.

A group of snobbs who see the wind and rudder, the prince has been lonely all these years, why didn't they send their daughters and relatives to the Jingwang Mansion? It's not that King Jing is an abandoned prince, not taken seriously, afraid that their children will suffer in the past, but now that the wind has changed, they will start to stutter, and they don't look at who they are, can they destroy the relationship between King Jing and Song Qingyun?

Besides, Song Qingyun, who entered the Qianqing Palace, only dared to stare at the upper of the shoe covered with pearls, and half of his ass was on the red sandalwood chair, so he didn't dare to look at the emperor sitting on it.

The old emperor exchanged a few words with Mu Qingao and asked how his injuries were. asked him if it was convenient for him to live in the grange, and after the surroundings quieted down, Song Qingyun noticed that the old emperor was looking at her.

"Song Qingyun?"

"Here!" Nervous and crisp, the alternative answer stunned the room full of people at once!

The most embarrassing thing is, of course, Song Qingyun, she was so nervous that when she heard the old emperor call her name, she reflexively replied with the word "to".

Song Qingyun hurriedly knelt down, her mind was blank, and the etiquette that Mama Zhong taught her flew away by herself with wings.

"Father......" Mu Qingao was anxious to intercede for her.

The old emperor waved his hand and laughed, "Mrs. Song, please." ”

Song Qingyun looked up at Mu Qingao, saw him nodding, and hurriedly got up.

"Song Qingyun, you ...... Do you like my son? ”

She was stunned, and involuntarily raised her head to look at the old man in front of her.

"Back to the emperor, I love Qingao more than myself."

It seems that when meeting parents, the other party's parents will ask this kind of question, and Song Qingyun suddenly has a sense of distance, and his mood is much more relaxed.

The old emperor still looked at her with a smile, "I heard that you are very good at cooking. ”

Song Qingyun is not a fool, the old emperor used "I" instead of "I", this kind of unruly words, only close people can say it secretly.

With tears in her eyes, she looked excitedly at the kind old man.

"Your Majesty, I will do it, and when I have the opportunity, will I cook for you?"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to Qingyun inviting me, how about three days? I'll look for you at the Grange. ”

Song Qingyun nodded heavily, and the words of gratitude were choked in his throat, unable to speak.