People are in good spirits on happy occasions, although the concubine's dress today is not much different from the past, her face is radiant, and compared with Mrs. Mingzhen, who has her face sideways, she is not so old.

On the 12-way candlestick in the shape of a gilded tree, a flower candle as thick as a baby's arm illuminates the main hall as if it were a world away, and people are happy and angry and can see it very clearly. I didn't expect the Queen Mother to come to the banquet today, which shows the face of Concubine Jingren. Song Yuqiu stood in front of her, she was wearing the clothes that her mother had made for Song Yuqiu, which was the most beautiful dress her mother had ever made for Song Yuqiu—a bright yellow brocade robe with a weaving pattern and a four-clawed dragon pattern ornament. Where is she? Why dress up like this? Why didn't the queen give the child to the eldest prince? What exactly is her identity? Everything is puzzling. Song Yuxuan thought, this must have a lot to do with the royal family! When you meet the prince for the first time, you will inevitably look at it secretly.

It is rumored that this prince was born with a limp, and the queen mother was stimulated because she gave birth to him, thinking that she was too sinful, so she sincerely wanted to be a Buddha. By her side, there is a lovely child. His feet were bigger than average, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. His skin is delicate and smooth, and his eyes are particularly bright. He was the emperor's younger brother. The child's eyebrows and eyes were more like those of a queen, and he was intent on nibbling on the peach in his hand, ignoring the sticky juice that slipped down his fingers and stained the moire brocade on his cuffs. The mother mother didn't care about the child, she didn't wipe him clean, she just looked at the distant purple sky with her own eyes.

Pay attention to the sudden crying of the baby girl, it turned out that not only the queen, Lu Zhaorong also brought the fifth princess Princess Changle to come, but Princess Changle seemed to cry instead of crying, Lu Zhaorong reprimanded the nurse with a sharp expression, and then personally picked up the baby wrapped in crepe and gently comforted the child in his arms.

Mother's care for her children has been consistent since ancient times. In the Book of Filial Piety, there is a saying that "father is kind and filial piety", and the mother's care is very important to the growth of children. Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, always put his concern for his son first during his reign. Once, he fell ill and was hospitalized. Princess Xincheng was seriously ill and recovered, and Concubine Xi didn't bring her daughter after thinking about it for a long time, so she talked with Concubine Cheng while sipping tea.

I had attended several similar banquets before, but this time there were only a few children added to the table, which made people feel a lot more angry. "Who is Song Yuxuan?" Song Yuxuan is the emperor's son!" What kind of brother are you Song Yuxuan? Song Yuxuan is your younger brother. "Why do you call Brother Song Yuxuan?" Because of his name. Concubine Jingren over there is playing with Concubine He's twin daughters, and it is really a mold carved in general, there is a door that is changing teeth and losing teeth, and her smile is becoming more and more cute.

Dressed in a brocade dress, Shou Ning was impatient with cumbersome sleeves, cheering and putting a tea fruit into Luo Ning's mouth, looking at her expression as if she didn't care about the pipa, on the other hand, when she looked at Song Yuqiu, she was too nervous, and even when Xie Changan and Song Yuqiu chatted, they all answered without a match.

"Why is there an empty place there?" Xie Changan sat on the sofa, holding a magazine in his hand, his eyes staring at the video playing on the screen, and his voice was a little low: "That place is not suitable." "Why?" Song Yuxuan asked suspiciously. Song Yuxuan pointed to the empty seat next to Shouning, and Xie Changan was about to answer, when a cold voice came from the side: "This is King Jing's seat!" He may be entangled with which young lady, just late! ”

Song Yuxuan didn't notice the meaning of the words, just tilted her head sideways to look at the woman who was talking about something.

Cold as ever, words do not leave moderation, and everything is safe.

Song Yuxuan smiled with her, and Xie Changan replied with a gentle smile sympathetically. "Thank you for giving Song Yuqiu so much time to be Song Yuqiu's friend." Song Yuqiu said: "Of course, you are one of Song Yuqiu's favorite people, and you are also Song Yuqiu's best friend. Xie Di said gently: "I'm sorry, I affected you at that time, and Song Yuxuan only understood it afterwards." Song Yusui didn't have time to come back to her senses, she didn't talk to Song Yusui anymore, she stood up and retreated to a more private corner, chatting and laughing with Min Zhaorong, it seemed that she had never met Song Yuqiu.

When the play twisted and turned, King Jing was still not there, thinking of the rumors of King Jing's suave affairs, he secretly sighed for Shouning in his heart, daring to love his own sister and etiquette is not as good as a beauty.

King Jing is also a ghostly, charming and charming son in the community, and he is a young and promising young talent in the court, but he is a famous wanderer in Chang'an City, and there are countless concubines in the mansion, and he has already had a crown ceremony, but he does not marry a concubine. Her husband is a merry and talented man, who has been an official in the court for many years and has a good reputation, but he is indifferent to her in every way and does not even give her a chance. Song Yingche was resolutely rejected by him several times for marriage, and Concubine Jingren also vomited blood with him.

However, because the marriage has not been resolved for a long time, King Jing has become the most discussed in the boudoir of Miss Imperial Capital. During this year, she had two marriages: once in the first year of Yuanyou (1086) and once in the fifth year of Yuanfeng (1105). Even though King Jing bears the name of affection, the palace maid still thinks about this highness, and does everything possible to transfer to the Yongshou Palace, hoping to get King Jing's pity. I really don't know how handsome it is, and I can't give up on finding a group of women.

As soon as the song "Piano Pick" of "The Story of the Jade Hairpin" was sung on the stage, the eldest princess of Shouning quietly retreated, changed her clothes and prepared the heavy head behind. She walked to the front of the stage and said to Song Yuxuan: "Miss, the weather is bad these days, you should go to the doctor first!" Song Yusui smiled and said, "Song Yusui won't go." She said, "Then Song Yuqiu will go by herself." Concubine Jingren took her again and whispered a few words, Shou Ning answered vaguely, but her eyes looked at Song Yuqiu's floating appearance, squeezed her eyes at Song Yuqiu, and reminded Song Yuqiu not to forget the arrival of the hour, Song Yuqiu smiled and comforted her.

Concubine Jingren attaches great importance to her beloved daughter's gift this time, and everything must be done perfectly. No, she held a unique wedding in the palace again. On that day, the sixth day of the first lunar month, the sky was not beautiful, and it rained heavily. It was the middle of winter, and the cold was blowing. Although she has grown up and become a man, the deeper meaning is to spread the message that the princess is to be married to the family. The concubine and the princess live in the same room, but the status is different, the high status is that she is an important person around the emperor, the low status is that she is just an ordinary woman, and the low status is her husband - the so-called "big makeup according to the product", the status is low, naturally there is nothing to say. He also said that although a lot of ice cubes were put in the hall to relieve the heat, it was still unstoppable, the dress was heavy, and the strict makeup of the lady was mottled in sweat, and the candle flame was shining more and more clearly, but it was also necessary to force a smile and be called bitter.