"Hey, hey, I heard that King Qi has entered Beijing!"

"Really? Why did you enter Beijing at this time?"

"You forgot, it's about to be the Holy Halloween, of course I'm here to celebrate my birthday. Let's go and have a look, I heard that the battle is big!"

Lingbao monk Jingxian, who was holding hands, was bumped by the running crowd, and heard such a conversation, "Huh?" snorted.

"Is King Qi entering Beijing today?" Lingbao asked Shang Jingxian.

Shang Jingxian remembered and nodded, "Yes, I forgot everything!" She took Lingbao's hand and asked, "Shall we go and have a look too?"

Lingbao said; "Yes." Explain to the king who followed at his feet, "King, you have to follow closely, don't get lost."

The king meowed, looking very dissatisfied: "How could I be lost! It's too much!"

Ling Bao grinned, squatted down and snorted the king's cat.

The two of them went over together with a cat, and when they arrived, they happened to see King Qi entering Beijing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the battle was large, and a well-trained group of men and horses came to separate the crowd of onlookers on the main street, and after making sure that there was no one in between, the long convoy drove in from under the solemn walls.

The sound of clattering horses' hooves and rolling carriages came from far and near, led by the legendary King of Qi.

His Royal Highness the King of Qi looked like he was in his forties, with a handsome face, a beard on his upper lip, hooked at the corners of his mouth, and his deep black eyes did not give the people on both sides a look, but kept looking in the direction of the palace. He was followed by his two sons, all with smug expressions.

Followed by a few luxury carriages, roughly estimated, even if you sit a dozen people will not feel crowded, the carriage is made of the most precious wood, worth a hundred gold, but was used by the king of Qi to make a carriage, the carriage is wrapped in silk on all sides, the windows are inlaid with gold and silver, and even the embroidery on the curtain is embroidered with gold thread.

Ling Bao noticed King Qi's eyes and followed in the direction of the palace.

"Oh my God, I thought they were exaggerating, but it was so loud." Shang Jingxian looked at the convoy that could not be seen at the moment, and was stunned in shock.

Ling Bao withdrew his gaze from King Qi, frowned, and said, "It's too ostentatious."

is so flamboyant that it makes people feel that he is showing off his might.

Shang Jingxian nodded, "It's a little."

Tuo Lingbao's blessing, when there is a banquet in the eldest princess's mansion, her share is always indispensable, but she has seen so many dignitaries and nobles, and it is not one-tenth of the King of Qi's entry into Beijing.

After looking at it for a while, there was no interest, and the two went to buy some things together, although now they don't have to worry about food, clothing, or flowers, but Lingbao is used to saving, as long as she comes out to buy things by herself, she basically won't buy expensive things.

After arriving home, Jiang Baohui called her.

"Lingbao come here, try on clothes."

Lingbao put down his things and walked over and asked, "Mother, why did you make me clothes again?" There's a lot of it in the closet that I haven't worn yet."

Jiang Baohui said while changing her clothes, "This one is different, this is the clothes that you will wear to the palace to attend your imperial uncle's birthday banquet in a few days. And where are the more, there are only a few pieces, and one set a day is not enough to wear for a year." ….

Lingbao couldn't cry or laugh, how could he wear different clothes three hundred and sixty-five days a year? And are there several cabinets of clothes that are still quite small?

However, Ling Bao understands very well, because she has seen her mother's wardrobe, ah no, it is said that the wardrobe is not suitable, and the wardrobe is right, because the whole room is Jiang Baohui's clothes, because what is worn daily, what is worn at banquets, and what is worn on formal occasions must be clearly distinguished.

Ling Bao changed her clothes and turned around to show Jiang Baohui, Jiang Baohui smiled and touched her little face: "Whose little girl is this, why is she so beautiful?"

Ling Bao smiled shyly, buried his head in his mother's arms, and said with a snort, "What my mother said is too straightforward, I will be embarrassed."

Zelan teased, "Why be embarrassed, the eldest princess is telling the truth."

"That's right." Chunhua also laughed, and saw that Lingbao's hem was wrinkled, and squatted down to tidy it up, "The girl is originally first-class beautiful."

Although he is still young, his skin is as white as jade, his eyes are bright and bright, his peach cheeks are smiling, and he has a light and spiritual aura, which no one else has.

Ling Bao blushed and said, "Don't laugh at me!"

Everyone laughed, Jiang Baohui pulled her around again, pointed out a few things that still needed to be modified, Zelan wrote them all down, and later took them to the embroidery girl in the house to revise.

"Mother, today my monk sister saw His Royal Highness King Qi on the street."

Lingbao lives with her mother today, and after taking a bath, she gets into the bed, her mother is now much better, and a good mood is conducive to the condition, this sentence is really true, so Lingbao will pick out at least one day every month to talk to Jiang Baohui, and the mother and son will talk quietly and exchange mother-daughter feelings.

Jiang Baohui paused, frowned slightly, and said, "Lingbao, don't get too close to the people of the Qi Palace, they are all domineering and invincible guys, you know?"

Lingbao blinked and nodded obediently.

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