Mu Qingyun's side became very quiet in an instant, and those eyes that seemed to be attached to her disappeared into the bright sunlight like spring snow.

The eldest princess of Changle is a humorous host, even the snacks prepared are Mu Qingyun, or the ones that the original body is used to, the shape of the seat, and the curvature of the backrest are exactly the same as what she used to use before.

Even these details, the princess has taken them into account, and her speech is naturally more like a spring breeze, and there is not a word that Mu Qingyun doesn't like to hear.

Mu Qingyun remembered Teacher Jia's teaching to her, if Teacher Jia was willing, he could even make a social terror like the dinner he held, and he would have to be addicted.

Speaking of which, the eldest princess of Changle is the younger sister of His Majesty, and the eldest princess's mother, Concubine Shu, is a palace maid next to the Queen Mother, even if she is the concubine of the first emperor, she still misses the old master in her heart.

The princess she came out of is naturally very close to His Majesty.

His Majesty attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and after ascending the throne, he is not bad for his brothers and sisters, and he takes care of the eldest princess of Changle, so he said that this year's New Year will give dishes, and the eldest princess of Changle has a full eighteen dishes, which is two more than the queen mother's house.

It's really rare for a princess like her to be able to bow her head and bend over like this, and to be able to hold people and talk.

To tell the truth, the peonies in the princess's garden are relatively ordinary, and the varieties are more popular, but the flowers are full of flowers, competing for beauty, and they are all beautiful.

Mu Qingyun saw a hint of surprise on Xia He's face, and couldn't help laughing: "Who would dislike the peony flowers in the princess's garden?" The guests who come here are not here for the flowers. ”

Xia He: "......"

Although the flowers are all popular varieties, but the princess's garden is very exquisitely built, rockery ponds, winding paths are secluded, perhaps in the magnificence, can not be compared with the famous palaces in China, but in terms of ingenuity, Mu Qingyun feels that it is not much different from the ten famous gardens that were rumored in later generations.

The garden is very lively, and the nobles play in the outer courtyard separated by green bamboos, chanting poems, and are not happy.

From time to time in the inner courtyard, there are noble ladies who pop out the poems of the sons, and which one chooses the most in the screen is naturally the one that attracts the most attention that day, and it will be out of the limelight for a long time afterward.

Mu Qingyun listened to it, and she couldn't say that it was bad, she could only say that it was a little different from the poetry and song she imagined.

Compared with the poems she used to read in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, these poems can be heard very differently even if she doesn't know a single big character.

Mu Qingyun thought about it again, those that can still be passed on to future generations after thousands of years are naturally the best of the best, and the best of the best, but the poems that most of the scholars in ancient times could write are probably the current level.

"It seems that the fairy doesn't recognize the talent of our people."

On the edge of the bamboo forest, next to the path, a young man who looked like a fool suddenly sneered.

Many little ladies around dodged together, and the discussion buzzed.

The women of the Daxi Dynasty have strict rules, especially unmarried women, of course, the nobles in the capital are different, for example, such a flower-viewing banquet, under the care of the elders, the men and women can see each other from afar, and even say a few words is not too much.

However, it is quite rude to run through the bamboo forest to the backyard so unscrupulously and even open his mouth to provoke.

Mu Qingyun paused.

The face of the eldest princess of Changle suddenly sank, but she sighed again: "Sheng'er, don't mess around." ”

The young man laughed louder: "Fairy, you immortals don't live your immortal days in the sky, what are you doing in our mortal world?" Play? I'm very strange, if there are really gods in the sky, how can they not care about the injustices of the world? Why didn't you slash down with a thunderbolt and kill those dogs, why do you still need my father and a mortal to go to the battlefield to fight hard, and he can't even come back after my mother dies? Why didn't the gods let my father, who died on the battlefield, come back to life when he was worried about my mother who died at home? ”

There was no sound around.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

She also felt in her heart that what this young man said was quite reasonable, if there were really immortals, she really hoped that the immortals could chop all the wicked to death and make the good people have a smooth life.

She is now a fairy in the eyes of others, that's okay, there are thousands of mortals in the world, if the gods care about anyone, where is there time to live a fairy life.

The eldest princess was furious: "Presumptuous! ”

Mu Qingyun was not annoyed, and said calmly: "Most immortals don't care much about the injustices in the world, many immortals are born and raised, they are born immortals, they don't understand people's hearts, and naturally they don't care about mortals." ”

She sighed, "Later, many immortals went down to reincarnation, and gradually began to care about this mortal world, because of the invasion of the demon world, the god of war in the heavenly realm found that many small mortal worlds had encountered various disasters, so he tried his best to overcome public opinion, passed down divine skills, and helped each small world survive disasters." ”

"From this time on, it seems that some immortals began to pay attention to the suffering of the mortal world, and the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother also made the decision to set up the Heroic Soul Palace, made great merits in the mortal world, and judged the qualified heroes, who can avoid the suffering of reincarnation after death, and enter the Heroic Soul Palace, or become immortals and become holy."

The young man was stunned for a moment, his face was blue for a while, white for a while, but he couldn't speak, and he was uncomfortable.

"What's your father's name? I can help you check to see if she is in the Hall of Heroic Souls, but don't have too much hope, although I have long been reincarnated and come to the mortal world, but in my memory, it seems that there is a name in the Hall of Heroic Souls, and there have been saints in the mortal world, and the number is not large. ”

Young man: "......"

The eldest princess of Changle shook her head and smiled bitterly at Mu Qingyun: "Fairy Mu, this fool is the only son of the Duke of Zhenbei, called Sun Sheng, who was used to being unseemly by his grandmother, and he didn't do anything wrong all day long. ”

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Don't worry, princess, I'm really just a mortal, and I don't have any great magical powers, so I can't curse him, just let him go to Huangquan tomorrow." ”

"Well, by the way, I remember that I have a friend who especially likes to record the deeds of heroes and generals in the mortal world, and most of the people he records can leave his name in the Heroic Soul Palace, wait for me to contact her, and ask her to put a few things about the mortal generals to this little grandfather to see, to see if his father Zhenbei Gong is qualified to be carried into the Heroic Soul Palace?"

Sun Sheng's face turned red, he was obviously here to clean up this annoying Mu Qingyun, why did he let the other party clean up instead.

It's just - the Heroic Soul Hall doesn't know if it's serious?

If so, his grandfather and his father would naturally be eligible to enter.