"Biluo, have you ever seen my mother and Aunt Fang get close before?"

To avoid that her memory was confused and wrong, Song Jingshu turned her head and asked.

Biluo, who was cleaning everywhere, thought about it and shook her head in confusion, "The slave has never seen the master's mother and Aunt Fang approach. Although the housewife did not challenge the two aunts back then, she always had a pimple in her heart, so she was unwilling to get close to any of them.

Moreover, Aunt Fang has listened to the Buddha's chanting every day since she started, and rarely goes out. It's unlikely that the two will have much in common. ”

"That's weird, she doesn't look like this to me. Since my mother and her can't get along, why does she still come to please the child of a woman who doesn't get along, or without fighting for the position of housekeeper and master. ”

Strange, very strange.

While Song Jingshu was thinking, she suddenly remembered what Aunt Fang had done to the original owner over the years, and she didn't help too much, but occasionally she always sent a little warmth, regardless of the return.

After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come up with a reason, so she simply gave up struggling.

The next day, the emperor summoned her to the palace.

Song Jingshu was called up early in the morning, dressed up in various ways, and was still dizzy and drowsy when she got into the carriage.

Biluo shook her head helplessly.

Jiang Mici held a hot bun in her hand and warmed it in her clothes, keeping Song Jingshu warm.

The carriage drove all the way, and when it was about to arrive at the gate of the palace, Song Jingshu woke up leisurely and regained her soul.

She was pleasantly surprised to take the bun handed by Jiang Meici, and when she saw that it was still smoking, she ate it with satisfaction.

There's nothing happier in the world than waking up to hot food waiting for you!

As a result, her good impression of Jiang Meici is simply soaring.

A person who can warm buns for her, what bad thoughts can he have~

Song Jingshu was respectfully invited into the main hall, and the emperor's intention was nothing more than to want to be seen by outsiders, and by the way, affirm Song Jingshu's status as a princess and support her.

After only a few greetings, she went to the harem on the grounds that the queen had summoned her.

Because of the special harem, Jiang Mici had to stay outside and wait for her, and was not allowed to enter the harem.

Song Jingshu is not the first time to enter the harem, she is quite familiar with the route, and she entered the queen's bedroom unimpeded along the way.

"The queen mother is a thousand years old."

"What are you doing with this palace? Now that you are a princess, the emperor intends to give you your aunt's former bedroom to be your home in the palace at any time. Over the years, your uncle has ordered people to clean it every day, you just have to live in it, and tell the palace or the emperor if you have anything, don't be embarrassed. ”

"I know." Song Jingshu nodded, and she also understood the emperor's care for her.

It stands to reason that Xiao Zhaoyang has been dead for so many years, and the palace should have been used for other purposes or deserted, and the emperor asked people to clean it every day, clearly respecting her aunt.

didn't say a word today, and gave her the dormitory again, obviously planning to make her a princess a long time ago.

She saw these friendships in her eyes.

The queen didn't say anything sensational, the two chatted about gossip together, Song Jingshu took the opportunity to ask about the noble concubine and her mother, and after getting the queen's reply, she was silent directly.

At this time, the palace maid outside the door said softly, "Queen Mother, the eldest princess and Miss Song ask to meet." ”

Hearing this, Song Jingshu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the queen.

If you don't come sooner or later, you just come at this time.