Chapter 430: Songfu has joy

Linglong smiled and said, "Yes, the princess, what you said is reasonable. In fact, slaves and Qiaoyi have followed you in the past two years and learned a lot. Not to mention the rest, let's talk about such a heart, that is, the idle master, which is absolutely impossible to climb. To say something that is not afraid of your jokes, now when I get along with my husband's parents-in-law, they say what they say. In doubt, I also asked my husband. Who knows, even my husband said that if he couldn't be such a family after being with the princess for so long, wouldn't it smear the princess's face? Ha ha, so, princess, you are now famous, and it's not surprising that the prince is affectionate to you.

"Ha ha, that's just the world's worship of high and low. All this, to put it bluntly, is just because I am still the princess of Ding, the princess of Ding, the emperor's sister-in-law. But if I don't have this identity one day, what will the world say? Therefore, as long as we are ordinary people, we don't have to stick to the evaluation of others. After all, the shoes are worn on your feet, which are comfortable. Only you know.

"Yes, princess."

"Well, and--" Zichu did not raise his head and moved Moyu Qingluan Paper Town. "Now the situation in the harem is complicated. Let's not care about Ye Guiren's affairs and wait and see what happens before making plans. However, according to now, this matter will probably involve others, such as Chen Jieyu, who lives in Qionghua Hall. In addition, Shen Guicubine, who is now pregnant and has a sharp temperament. If this matter is her hands and feet and then push it to the queen, who doesn't think it's reasonable?

Linglong nodded and thought thoughtfully. Qiaoyi continued: "Actually, according to the maidservant, there is a long-standing relationship between this queen and Shen Guicubine. Shen Guicubine is also a woman of the mother of the Empress Dowager, and even the Empress Dowager has to open up to the sky. The reason is still in the face of the Empress Dowager. Now that she is pregnant, if she waits to give birth to a prince, the harem is bound to gradually become equal. Unfortunately, Ye Guiren seems to be young and doesn't know the depth. He is afraid or confused. He blindly competes for favor in front of the emperor, and there are many people who have offended behind his back.

"Well, we are just doubting. There is no real evidence. Why bother to go through this muddy water?"

Zichu glanced forward, thought for a moment and said, "However, what happened to the ginseng last time was very clear."

Speaking of this, the pen in his hand paused for a moment, "Is this palace the chess piece in their hands?"

"Princess, this ink seal has been dyed. Do you want to change the paper?"

Zichu looked down and thought that he was emotionally unstable. There were a few small ink spots on the slightly green paper. He looked up and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Just wait for the ink on the paper to dry. Linglong, go and get a brocade envelope. Well, the bead-colored one is fine.

Qiaoyi smiled and said, "Princess, who are you going to write to?"

"Ha ha, in fact, it's nothing. I just wrote it myself and kept it for myself to see in the future. In fact, if you really want to say it, it's better to be born as a man. You don't have to be bound to go out like a boudoir woman for the rest of your life.

Zichu looked up at the branches outside the window and sighed, "This year's snow seems to be colder than last year. Even the leaves fall a few days earlier. I don't know what will happen during the Spring Festival? It seems that I will stay in the capital for the Spring Festival.

In Nangong Mansion, Song Zilan, with a haggard face, leaned on the embroidered soft pillow. In front of her, a little maid held the medicine bowl in her hand and was about to send it to her. At this moment, someone opened the thick cotton curtain and came in, bowed and said, "Madam, I have just returned from the palace, and the princess said..."

After the Cuihua slowly returned the words she got from Zichu, she stood aside with some trembling. Instead, Song Zilan was silent for a long time, and finally closed her eyes and sighed weakly, "I know. Thank you for your hard work. Go down and have a rest for a while!"

"Madam, did you expect that you wanted to plead for the matter of the third lady? Or did Princess Ding know everything about Song's mansion, but she didn't want to go through this mess, so she simply made an excuse to say that she was sick and didn't want to be a director?

"Cough! Cough!"

Song Zilan seemed to be a little excited when she heard the words. After coughing for a while, she waved her hand and drank Cuihua and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Can the princess be so criticized by you? Originally, even my own sister, who did that before, could not forgive her for what she did. What's more, what she wants to do now is still such a thing, which is related to the reputation of our family. The eldest sister is not her own sister, and even she and I are not born to a single mother. Therefore, it is reasonable for the eldest sister not to interfere in this matter. Well, in fact, I shouldn't be in charge of these things anymore. After the general comes back, don't say too much, so as not to make the general feel unhappy when he hears it.

"Yes, madam, I know."

After the maids retreated, Song Zilan shook her head helplessly. Naturally, she knew that her sister was not a right-minded person, but the helpless thing was that no matter how bad she was, she was always her own sister. Now that my mother has passed away, my father has always been estranged from me, and this sister is the only relative. Thinking of what her sister entrusted herself to do, she rubbed her forehead with a headache. When she was worried, footsteps came from outside the door, and the maids said, "The general is back."

When Song Zilan heard this, she hurriedly struggled to come down to greet him. When I lifted the quilt, I felt a cold wind swept in from outside the door. Then Nangong Qingyang held her down and said with concern, "I heard that you had a headwind again this morning. Why are you so careless? But what if the wind blows outside?

Song Zilan shook her head. Her problem fell when she was pregnant with her eldest son. Naturally, it was difficult to explain the reason to her husband, but Nangong Qingyang was also well-known. At that moment, he ordered outside, "Come on, go and stew a Tianma black chicken soup for your wife."

"No, I've drunk two or three times today, and now I want to vomit when I smell it..." Saying this, Nangong Qingyang suddenly looked at her suspiciously, and then his eyes were full of joy and pleasure, guessing, "Do you think you want to vomit?" Could it be... happy again?"

Song Zilan was shocked and quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, nothing. It's not that you don't know that my childhood has only passed a few days. Maybe I'm a little tired. It's nothing. Don't worry."

"Well, it's okay. Have you had lunch yet? Come here, and I'll eat some with you."

Nangong Qingyang said and helped his wife up from **. The maid filed in. After washing Nangong Qingyang's face, washing her hands and changing her robe, someone came in with the food. The couple sat on the couch in front of the window and had a quiet lunch while saying this. Several times during the banquet, Song Zilan wanted to open her mouth about her sister's matter, but it was difficult to interrupt her husband's interest, so she took it back.

The winter sun is warm and bright, and the snow reflects the capital even more clearly. Nangong Qingyang rarely has nothing to do in the afternoon, so he accompanied his wife. The two drink tea and chatted, and the days pass quietly like running water.

Occasionally, snow falls on dead branches, making a "pop" sound, mixed with the sound of broken branches and birds singing. Such a leisurely time seems to be short and long, quietly slips away in the sound of copper dripping water...

And at Song Zilan's side, who didn't know how to speak, in Song's mansion, Song Ziqing was about to open an ancestral hall for the two children to recognize their ancestors. The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more anxious he became, and he kept stattering around the room.

"Miss San, the news this time is very true. The master has invited the patriarch to enter the ancestral hall for the third young master and Aunt Zhang. Moreover, I heard that I will take this opportunity to help Aunt Zhang! The reason is that Aunt Zhang served properly during the period when the master was sick, and now Song Mansion lacks a housekeeper. Oh, Miss San, you said, if Aunt Zhang is given the main room, won't these two children become the legitimate daughter? At that time, not to mention that the maidservants don't have a good life, even the third lady... I'm afraid they will be crushed!"

Hearing the two maids around him talking about these boiling words, Song Ziqing waved his hand very annoidly and said, "Ok, I know! You guys go down and let me think about it."

After saying that, Song Ziqing asked again and said, "Is there really no news from the second sister?"

"Yes, Miss San, the maidservant went to Nangong Mansion early in the morning and conveyed your meaning to the second lady. But when I look at her, I also have a lot of complaints about your sea..."

"Hmm! What kind of brothers and sisters? Well said, at the critical moment, didn't you just leave my own sister aside for your own glory and wealth?

After Song Ziqing finished speaking, he stamped his feet with hatred and finally sat by the bed alone. After thinking for a long time, he made up his mind.

"Song Zichu, Song Zilan, you two think that as long as you don't help me, I will have nothing to do with you, right?"

Song Ziqing said with a cold smile on the corners of her mouth. She said word by word, "Wait and see. I will definitely give you a big surprise. At that time, it doesn't matter who is ugly."

A few more times, it is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the traditional Laba Festival. These days, the capital is full of lights, and the people have begun to prepare for the New Year happily.

There are always many symbolic things in the twelfth lunar month in the palace. In the half month of closing in recent years, the palace is almost full of bright lights, the trees are wrapped with big red palace silk, and there are brocades hanging between the branches, and there is a dizzying festive atmosphere floating inside and outside the palace wall.

Although the Empress Dowager passed away, the palace has always been the most happy to welcome the new. In order to celebrate the festival, most of the palace concubines weave golden red fur. Looking around, they are full of different shades of red clothes, and there is a scene of singing and dancing in the imperial palace.