Song Yijin paused.

Looking back, Changning's expression was calm and steady, and he didn't panic at all.

Seeing her like this, Mu Kite Chunxiao also restrained her shock, and stood behind Changning with her head down.

The Ironclad Guard brought the carriage.

Song Yisheng asked them to protect Changning, but now that the situation is like this, they can't help it.

"You want to come with me to the birthday party." Song Yijin suddenly spoke.

Changning paused, looked at her, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "To go or not to go, Song Yijin, you call yourself the eldest lady of the Song family, can't you speak accurately?" ”

Wood Kite Chunxiao pouted.

It was she who forced Miss to go, and now she is the one who says Miss wants to go.

She was told to speak, and let others say anything.

Song Yijin grinds her teeth, if she can get the meaning of Liu Huazhang, is she still using it here.

But the more she guessed, the more confused it became.

Liu Huazhang's expression, whether he wants to go or doesn't want to go, is like he is playing a trick on her.

She has something big to arrange today, with a Liu Huazhang, but I'm afraid it will be bad.

But if you miss this time, you won't have a chance to humiliate Liu Huazhang.

Song Yijin struggled here, but Changning smiled and was not in a hurry, but Xiangyu beside her reminded in a low voice: "Miss, I'm afraid it's too late if you don't move." ”

"Iron Guard," Song Yijin shouted, Iron Guard stepped forward, Song Yijin stared at him: "You guys, keep an eye on her every step of the way, and don't allow her to leave the courtyard for half a step." ”

Tiejia Wei breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Song Yijin had made the right decision.

Changning smiled and retracted his leg that had stepped onto the steps of the carriage, didn't say anything, and turned back.

Song Yijin sat in the carriage and drove away, feeling that he was still in Liu Huazhang's place.

But until now, she has no time to turn back.

Song Yijin touched the package in her hand, breathing slightly, and only hoped that her next arrangements would not be messed up.

In the courtyard, Changning returned to the room indifferently, the atmosphere was quiet, and there was no wave.

"Auntie, does she want to go?" In Luo's room, the maidservant Russell gave everything outside and couldn't help but add a question.

Roche shook the fan and stepped forward to push open the window to let the night breeze blow in.

"Ah Su, do you know that the real plan is never to control others and let them do what you want."

Russell blinked and looked at Roche.

Roche continued with a smile: "It's about making every path under someone else's feet be beneficial to you." Her eyes were shining, and she raised her chin to Changning Fangzhong, "That one is a master." ”

"You're saying that whatever the eldest lady does, it's good for her?"

Roche nodded: "Look, the show is about to start." ”

Song Yijin's carriage drove to the Marquis of Changping's mansion.

In front of the house, it was not lively, but because they were women, they had to go through the side door.

Bypassing the crowded gate, Song Yijin's carriage stopped at the side door used by the female guests.

However, because there are more Chang'an nobles who came today, the side door is also lively.

Song Yijin sat up straight in the carriage, wrinkled the skirt at his knees with his hands, and hurriedly smoothed it out.

"Please show me the invitation." The mother-in-law in front of the house stepped forward.

Xiangyu took out the post and handed it over.

The mother-in-law's original smile sank: "Why did you come to this door, do you understand the rules?" ”

Xiangyu panicked, even Song Yijin in the car had an ugly face when he heard this question.

She specially instructed Xiangyu to inquire about the rules for visiting the nobles of Chang'an, and there were still negligences.

There was a creak, and another carriage arrived behind him.

The mother-in-law didn't say much more, and pointed to the front: "Over there and over there." ”

"Ah, okay." Xiangyu returned to the car, "Miss, mother-in-law said ......"

"Don't talk about it, don't hurry up." Song Yijin urged.

"Yes." Xiangyu hurriedly urged the coachman to urge the horse, while arguing: "Miss, the slave maid has really inquired, there is no such rule." ”

Song Yijin frowned: "Maybe there are many noble girls who come today, so I have set the door for two female guests to enter and exit, and take a look at what is written on the invitation." ”

Xiangyu handed over the invitation, and there was really a certain door written on it, but the ink seemed to be wet with water, and it was not clear to see.

Song Yijin glared at Xiangyu reproachfully.

"Slave maid...... The slave knows her mistake. Xiangyu was extremely aggrieved, and she didn't know when she got the invitation dirty.

"Since there are instructions, let's go to another door." Song Yijin didn't have a good airway, and quietly glanced behind him while lifting the curtain.

The carriage that came behind her was a purple spike with a vermilion top, apparently the family of a first-class official in the court.

She clenched her fists.

I thought she was too small.

It's just a county lord, even if you add the Hou Mei of Qing'an, it's not worth mentioning in Chang'an.

Presumably, it was because of this that he was assigned to another door to enter the house.

Song Yijin angrily lowered the curtain and

Touching the burden, she raised her chin slightly.

When she married into the Sui'an Hou Mansion and became the daughter-in-law of the eldest princess, she took the carriage with the golden spike and the top of the treasure to see if they dared to look down on people so much.

Behind her carriage, the girl who thought she was in a purple saro dress stepped down from the carriage with the purple spike and vermilion jewel top.

"Taifu Qin Mansion, Miss Zhaoning has arrived." Mama checked the invitation and respectfully invited Qin Zhaoning to enter the house.

Qin Zhaoning looked at the carriage and entered the door without squinting.

Listening to the spring meeting, he came back in a circle and stuffed the ingots of silver: "Mama, whose carriage was it just now, and there are ironclad guards as servants." ”

Seeing that she was Qin Zhaoning's maid, Mama put away the silver with a hand: "Hey, where is the young lady, the singer who came to perform went to the wrong door, and it should be followed by some miscellaneous servants, I let them go to the small door to enter." ”

"I see, this singer doesn't know the rules." Tingchun laughed and teased, and went back to report.

"Slaves don't look like singers and handymen." Listen to Chun.

She followed Qin Zhaoning, she had seen the world, how could she be like these mothers-in-law who nested in the back house all day long, and they were actually the acrobatic guards of the troupe.

Qin Zhaoning raised his eyebrows: "This is really interesting. ”

Listen to the spring wink.

"I think there are a lot of dukes and counts in Chang'anli, but few of the ladies and ladies have not walked around with the back house of the Marquis of Changping, how can the mother-in-law who received it not know?" Qin Zhaoning smiled even more: "In this way, there is only one person in this Chang'an City now......"

"That Qing'an County Lord!" Tingchun's eyes lit up, and he almost laughed out loud.

"The mother-in-law said that let her enter through the small door where the singer slave and maid entered, and if this becomes true, she will be able to grow up as a celebrity in Anseong tomorrow." Yin Qiu couldn't stop laughing.

Qin Zhaoning didn't smile so explicitly, and her tutor didn't allow her to gloat so much.

Even, if she knew that the young lady next to her was going to make such a mess, she would definitely help.

But Song Yijin.

Qin Zhaoning turned his head, "Let's go, don't miss the hour." ”

Listening to the spring and autumn, he also restrained his smile, and he didn't know it.

Because there were a lot of female guests this time, he deliberately chose to be in the largest garden of the Hou Mansion, Qin Zhaoning's status among the nobles was not low, and as soon as he entered the garden, he attracted a few greetings.

She smiled and responded one by one, but her eyes were looking among the nobles.

Who the hell is calculating Na Musheng.