"If you come here, you can't just drink a few glasses of wine, but it's nice to have a bright spring today, if you don't play in this beautiful scenery, it's really gratifying." I heard that this garden was specially built when the Marquis Rong married the lord of Chaoyang, which can be called a scene of the Changge City. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Mrs. Qingyuan was full of interest and proposed.

She took Mrs. Rong's hand and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go for a walk together, so that we can wake up our wine." Otherwise, when I go back full of alcohol, my little grandson won't give me a hug. ”

Mrs. Rong was in a good mood today, and there was nothing to rely on, saying that a group of people gathered around her and went to enjoy the spring together.

Rong Xin's belly is a month old, and she is very tall, but she is not honest, when she sees people going to the garden, she can't taste wine while sitting here, which is really boring, so she pouted Rong Zhao, "It's boring here, let's go with them too?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyelids and looked at the people gathered around Old Lady Rong, and said, "What is there to swim with a group of older people?"

"Oh, let's go have fun, let's reward us. Rong Xin stood up as he said and pulled Rong Zhao away, "Let's go, let's go, the doctor said that I want to exercise more, and walking more is good for the fetus." ”

Rong Zhao couldn't resist her, put down the wine glass, and was dragged by her.

Perhaps because of the wine, Rong Zhao's cheeks were red and pink, and his eyes were covered with a layer of misty, like a peony moistened by dew in the early morning, blooming delicately in a sea of flowers.

Bending down and pinching a peony, removing the long stem, her smart eyes turned faintly, and then smiled secretly, and saw her go to Mrs. Rong, "Spring can't be disappointed, this delicate flower can't be missed, I can wear it for my grandmother's hairpin?"

Mrs. Rong pointed her finger at Rong Zhao and smiled affectionately: "My granddaughter, it's really unbelievable." How old is your grandmother, and you still have hairpins? Aren't you afraid that people will say that your grandmother is old and pretty?"

A witty remark made everyone burst into laughter.

"What an old man, I bet if you wear flowers, people will say that you are old and delicate. Rong Zhao put it on her as he spoke, the red peony was not commensurate with her age, it was a little more funny, and a little less serious.

"The old lady is wearing it, I think this one is really young. Mrs. Qingyuan pressed the hand of Mrs. Rong to take off the flower, "I will also pick one and wear it to accompany you to grow old and be pretty." ”

The crowd laughed again.

"It's all your girl's idea, you see they are laughing at me as an old woman. Mrs. Rong smiled and said, "Okay, since my granddaughter gave me to wear it, then I will wear it, and I am old and romantic." ”

Between the jokes, they have arrived at the Ningxiang Pavilion in the garden, and the maids hold a few large brocade mats, lay on the couch board of the railing around the pavilion, and lean on the railing with goose feather soft pillows.

Mrs. Rong and several ladies sat on the couch on the east side, and the rest of the people sat in scattered places.

In the middle of the pavilion is a square table, and the attendant takes out a tea set to make tea. Mrs. Rong took a sip and gave it to the grandmother beside her, looked at Rong Xin, who was standing under the pavilion near the lake, and said loudly: "Don't go to a place with water while pregnant, come here." ”

Maybe there was something about Aunt Rou, so Mrs. Rong was not at ease when she saw Rong Xin standing by the lake.

Rong Xin sprinkled a handful of fish food into the lake, "Okay, come here." He gave the fish food box to the maid and said to Rong Zhao: "Have you heard that An Ziqian recently wrapped an Oiran in the Qinglou?"

Rong Zhao didn't care, "He is doing things more and more recklessly now, does he think that when his sister becomes the prince's concubine, he really ascends to heaven by himself?"

"Hmph, everyone knows that the prince's position in the court is not so stable now, and he doesn't know when he will be pulled down, he is so blind now, and he will eat bitter fruits in the future. Rong Xin is really right, in the previous life, Xiao Jinyu pulled the prince off the horse, and the first to clean up was An Ziqian's gang.

Half of the reason why the prince can't sit unstable is that these party members around him don't know how to restrain themselves, offend too many people, and lose people's hearts.

Rong Zhao carefully helped her up the steps and said, "The eldest sister didn't come today, and even An Ziqian didn't appear." ”

Speaking of Rong Nuan, Rong Xin was worried, and she didn't know how she was doing in Anjia now, and whether she was bullied.

Seeing that she was worried, Rong Zhao was relieved, "You don't have to worry, I'll let my mother post another day, and if it doesn't help me and Rong Yao to pick it up in person, their family won't dare not give this face." ”

Rong Xin sighed lowly, "Mother is too weak, they see that she is a bully, so they pick soft persimmons and pinch them." The eldest sister also followed her mother's temperament, and she didn't know how to be kneaded and flattened by them. ”

"So, this woman really can't be too sexual. Men are all kicking their noses and faces, and they don't go to the house for three days, if they change me, An Ziqian, who hit early, will be obedient. If you dare to go to the Qinglou to pack the oiran, I will let him lie next to that woman for the rest of his life, unable to move. Rong Zhao snorted lightly.

Rong Xi covered his mouth and smiled, "If anyone marries you, you really have to burn incense and worship the Buddha, otherwise this little life will be gone." ”

Rong Zhao also smiled: "No, I wanted his life." ”

I know that these two chapters may be a little boring, but I am really reluctant to delete them after writing them, and it is also a hard work of Sugar Heart, but Sugar Heart guarantees that the good show is ahead.