Snow began to fall outside again, and it was also for Qin Tianjian to choose to live when he wanted to come to Liu Qiyun to hold the snow appreciation banquet. After finishing the makeup, Song Qing'an walked outside the hall and saw that the world was vast, white and white.

The people from the Needlework Bureau arrived soon, and Song Qingan squinted his eyes, a little confused.

The Leader...... She recognized.

Liu Quan walked ahead, a little afraid to look at Song Qing'an. Later, the palm print of the needlework bureau personally held the clothes, and his heart was uneasy.

This Princess Zhaoding couldn't really be transferred, how could she even send someone to Pei Zhangyin, and it was Gonggong Liu who was next to her.

How to guess the palm print of the Needlework Bureau, Liu Quan didn't know, he only felt that Song Qingan was a little scary.

Last night, he watched Pei Qing take Song Qingan out, hugged the sedan chair, and asked him to send her back.

Oh my God, he almost thought he was dreaming.

"Slave to the princess, please be safe."

Walking closer, Liu Quan bowed down to salute, Song Qingan bowed his head, and said softly: "It's hard to walk in the snow, everyone has worked hard, come in." ”

Her attitude has always been excellent, which makes these palace people very useful.

"The princess and the slave are polite or anything, it's all within their own business." The palm print of the Needlework Bureau answered with a smile, and motioned to the eunuch behind him to step forward, "These clothes are for the princess, can the princess have a good eye?" There is something to change, although it is said with the slave. ”

Song Qing'an's gaze fell on the palm print of the Needlework Bureau, she paused for a moment, and the palm print presented the clothes with great eyes.

Zhuyan took it for Song Qing'an, and the two went to the inner hall to try on clothes.

Liu Quan stood aside and watched, feeling a little complicated.

Why does Princess Zhaoding ...... Why did you fall in love with the palm print at a glance?

In fact, Liu Quan suspected that Lord Palm Print had already prepared this dress, after all, it would take time to make it in a hurry, but I don't know when Lord Palm Print got this thought.

A group of eunuchs were waiting outside, and the palace people from Changning Palace brought hot tea as instructed.

Liu Quan pondered silently, Song Qing'an changed his clothes and walked out of the inner hall.

She dresses simply, and this moon white is very flattering to her. But if you look closely, you can find that the top and skirt are all moonlight brocade, embroidered with gold thread with the pattern of a flower lark, and the action is full of brilliance.

This garment looks ordinary, but it is the most luxurious of the batch.

Song Qing'an just stood there quietly, and he attracted everyone's attention. This body is extremely suitable for her, and it makes her face look like a demon and close to a fairy, like a fairy who came from the moon and fell into the mortal dust.

"I like this one, so I'll keep it."

The palm print of the Needlework Bureau came back to his senses, and he replied again and again, and asked, "The princess wants to see it again?" ”

"Just let Bamboo Smoke choose some plain colors for me." Song Qingan felt that it was troublesome to try on clothes, so he threw the matter to Zhuyan.

"The hem of this blouse can be shortened by another two or three inches."

"Yes, don't worry, princess, you can send it tonight."

Song Qing'an responded softly, and then went back to the inner hall to change clothes.

Liu Quan also lost his mind for a moment, and after Song Qingan walked away, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

With such beauty and intelligence, it is no wonder that the palm print adults pay attention.

After choosing a few more pieces of bamboo smoke, this selection of clothes is over. Liu Quan retired along with the people from the Needlework Bureau, as if he was just here to observe.

Song Qing'an looked at the backs of a few people leaving, thinking that Pei Qing seemed to have mentioned the snow banquet yesterday, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

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Changle Palace.

Fuxia lifted the curtain and entered the hall and whispered to Liu Qiyun for a while. But seeing that Liu Qiyun's face gradually froze and became low.

"Why is King Xuan going to enter Beijing?"

King Xuan is the younger brother of Emperor Liang, although he is a brother, he was born in the royal family and has long lost his flesh and blood. Emperor Liang had always been very jealous of King Xuan, and drove him out of the capital after giving him a remote fief.

But Emperor Liang's heirs are thin, and only the second prince Song Qinghuai may be able to inherit the unification. But these two princes were released by Emperor Liang again, the position of the prince was vacant, and Emperor Liang's health became worse and worse. However, King Xuan is still very good, and some people have moved their minds now.

Liu Qiyun's father, Liu Xiang, boarded King Xuan's ship and has been in private for a long time.

"Niangniang, this is an adult's family letter."

Fuxia handed the letter sent by Liu Xiang to Liu Qiyun, and after the latter read it, his face became more and more solemn.

"Father, they're too anxious."

His Majesty has not yet decreed the affairs of Song Qing'an, and there is no definite number of border lands. Under such circumstances, arranging for King Xuan to enter Beijing will definitely attract His Majesty's suspicion.

Fusha didn't know much about this, and just stood silently aside. Liu Qiyun thought for a moment, and then asked for a pen and paper to reply. Before she put pen to paper, she remembered something again.

"By the way, Fusha, did you send all those clothes?"

"Back to Niangniang, it's all delivered. Princess Zhaoding chose a few pieces, and now the Needle Bureau is changing it. ”

Hearing this, Liu Qiyun smiled and said leisurely: "Okay, let's make her happy for a few days." ”

There is poison in each of these clothes, as long as Song Qingan wears it, after she gets married, she will slowly weaken and die. As soon as Song Qingan died, Song Qinghuai couldn't hold on.

Liu Qiyun felt very happy when she thought of this, and at that time, there was no one to obstruct her eyes and no one to stop her.

"Remember to send it out quietly."

Before Fuxia left, Liu Qiyun told her again uneasily.

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The snow drifted heavily for a day, and it gradually stopped at night. On the day of the snow feast, the eaves of the palace wall are covered with a layer of white.

At the beginning of the snow, the sun was pouring down, but the sky was a little colder than yesterday. Fortunately, the snow feast is scheduled after lunch, so it is always warmer.

Song Qing'an wore the moon-white dress she chose yesterday, and she was covered with a stone blue silk silver mouse cloak. Strange to say, it was Liu Quan who later sent her and Zhuyan's chosen clothes.

Although he couldn't see any difference, Liu Quan's doing this mostly showed that there was a problem with the original clothes.

Liu Qiyun......

Song Qingan sat in the soft sedan chair and thought to himself.

Although the sedan chair bearer tried to keep it stable, it was still inevitable that there would be bumps. Song Qingan sat in the middle of it, and couldn't help but compare this with Pei Qing's sedan chair.

After all, it is Pei Zhangyin's sedan chair that sits comfortably......

She sighed softly as she lifted the small curtain on the car and looked out.

The snow banquet was held in the Lianfang Pavilion in the Imperial Garden, and Song Qing'an saw that the palace people kneeling on the ground by the road gradually increased, and he knew that they were about to arrive.

Even in winter, the flowers in the imperial garden decay, there will not be one less palace person to serve.

Song Qingan looked at it for a while and felt bored and lowered the curtain. After a while, she felt that the sedan chair had landed, and there were eunuchs outside who were loudly transmitting.

"Princess Zhaoding to-"

With this sound spreading, the nobles who had been waiting in the Lianfang Pavilion also stood up one after another and looked in the direction of the soft sedan chair.

A beautiful maid opened the sedan curtain, and a slender white jade hand came out of the sedan chair. The ladies exchanged glances with each other, and when they looked again, the people inside had been helped out of the sedan chair by the maids.

The girl who came over had her cheeks condensed, her lips were like a little vermilion, and her eyes seemed to be affectionate, which was particularly dazzling in a field of white. The ladies laughed, and when Song Qingan walked into the pavilion, they were blessed together.

"Say hello to the princess."

Song Qingan smiled softly and said softly: "You don't have to be polite, sit down." ”

As soon as the words fell, a noble lady stepped forward and took Song Qingan's arm very familiarly, and sat down with her. The Lianfang Pavilion has been surrounded by screens, leaving only one opening for people to enter and exit. The seats are covered with upholstered mattresses, and the pavilion is full of charcoal fire, so you don't feel cold.

When Song Qing'an was looking at the pavilion, those noble ladies were also secretly looking at her. They are all from high backgrounds, so they naturally recognize these. The dress of this princess Zhaoding seems simple, but they are all priceless things.

The hairpin on the head is fine white jade, and the clothes on the body are Yuehua brocade...... Yuehuajin is in Beijing, and it can be said that it is difficult to find a thousand gold.

They love rare and luxurious things, but they despise those who are ostentatious and extravagant. Song Qing'an's seemingly low-key style is most in line with their wishes, and they will also be regarded as "the same kind of people".

These picky nobles are extremely stingy and praise for girls of the same age, but perhaps because Song Qing'an closed their eyes, or maybe because of the identity of Princess Zhaoding, some people praised them.

"The princess is so beautiful."

Song Qingan followed the voice and looked at her, and the girl who spoke was looking at her with a smile. Song Qing'an generously agreed, and by the way, he praised the girl's earrings and jadeite color.

This back and forth opened up the conversation, and the ladies talked from the headdress to the rouge, and the young ladies always had endless things to say in this kind of matter.