Qiu Wu saw that Ye Duhan had woken up: "Miss, you are awake, I will ask you to change your clothes." Nightshade stood up and looked around the room, but didn't see the stars. Miss Hui is Sister Huaqing next to the old lady came, and the current young master went to the old lady's yard. Qiu Wu took the night twilight cold to the dressing mirror and carefully groomed the night twilight.

"Miss, which dress are you going to wear today, the old lady gave a lot of clothes yesterday." Night Dusk Han leaned on the chaise longue, like a lazy cat, and the slender jade fingers helped the three thousand green silks: "The blue one will do." ”

"Yes."

After finishing the makeup, the night dusk rushed to the grandmother's courtyard.

"Old lady, Miss Six is here."

"The cold girl is here, come on, come on, come to grandmother."

"Sister!"

As soon as Twilight entered the inner room, she heard the voices of her grandmother and Xingyao. "Yao'er, why don't you wait for Sister A? Well? You look like a little squirrel hiding food! Night Twilight looked helplessly at the little squirrel in his grandmother's arms with pastry crumbs on the corners of his mouth.

"Humph! Yao'er is not a little squirrel, Yao'er is a small brain axe, and she can protect her sister and grandmother! The "little squirrel" was immediately unhappy, but there were too many pastries in his mouth, and he couldn't really speak.

"Okay, I asked Huaqing Bao to hug me. Grandmother, I miss Yao'er when I don't see Yao'er all night! The old lady touched Xingyao's little head, smiled from ear to ear, and looked at Night Twilight as if complaining. With a smile in her eyes, Twilight changed the subject. "Huaqing said that someone came to the palace, and he sent a banquet for Rongji?"

"This morning, Gonggong Li, the chief steward of the queen's side, came, saying that he was sending the Rongji banquet the night after tomorrow. I see your name on it, and if you don't want to go, your grandmother will help you get it back. ”

Before Nighttwilight could answer, an annoying voice outside the door opened its mouth. "Grandmother, in my opinion, my sister should stay at home. If we go to this glorious feast, our town and government will inevitably be ridiculed. "Night twilight and cold looked up, Ye Yuhuo, who was beaten more than a dozen times yesterday, was dressed up in flowers, and a few maids hugged each other, so unexpected." How did you come out, this month's confinement is not yet time! The old lady of the night held back her eyes and said in disgust.

"The Rongji feast is about to start, and my father asked me to cultivate well. I'm here today to get the feast of glory. Grandmother, it's not that you don't know, my sister was born with a waste vein and can't cultivate, and the Rongji Banquet is a big comparison between the younger generation of princes and the children of various families, if my sister goes, it can only make people laugh, and our Zhenguo Mansion is also disgraceful. ”

"This doesn't bother my sister, Twilight Han won't let them see our town clearly." The night twilight is cold as if nothing is happening, as quiet as water, not chaotic at all.

"Sister, does this mean that you want to participate, then my sister is here to congratulate my sister on her good ranking at the Rongji Banquet. Grandmother, Luo Yu is going to step up her cultivation and retire. After Ye Yuyu finished speaking, he turned to leave, and the smile on his face was very sinister.

"Bang!" "This three girls are getting more and more disagreeable. Little girl, don't care about her, if you don't want to go, grandmother will help you back, I see who dares to call me the root of the tongue of the Zhenguo Mansion behind my back. The old lady was furious, and her heart was a little desolate, and she couldn't protect these two grandchildren.

"Grandmother, I'm not that cowardly night twilight anymore, there are some things, I can't tell you now, but you believe me, the forest of innocence is indeed full of dangers, but opportunities and adventures are also lurking." The night was cold, and I was holding the old but warm hands of the dead mother. A trace of spiritual power entered the palm of my grandmother's hand.