Zhan Beixiao stared at Feng Qinghua with his deep eyes, and naturally noticed her prying eyes, which were deep and deep.

She originally planned to ask Feng Qinghua whether her hair crown was suitable, but she rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away from him, leaving him with no more words to say. The two of them entered the palace in silence.

Feng Qinghua first got off the carriage and went to the Chonghua Palace, where already the same gorgeously dressed princesses were standing.

Everyone Feng Qinghua knew didn't bother to say hello and just stood in the corner, listening to them whispering to each other about their palace attire.

Feng Qinghua listened for a while, and most of them were compliments.

Soon, those people came over and gathered around Feng Qinghua to praise her, either praising her unique and exquisite hair crown or praising her beautiful palace attire.

Feng Qinghua was rarely surrounded by women like this, and she still chatted about hair styles and clothes, and she couldn't learn to be vain.

Hearing this, he said directly and honestly: "This is not the color I picked, and I don't think it looks very good. It's just very heavy. There are nine pieces in total. I don't know if I will suffer from heat stroke at noon."

Unexpectedly, the expressions on the faces of several princesses became a little stiff. One of them was a little older, probably in his thirties, and should be the eldest princess.

"The Seventh Princess is really humble. Each palace has its own custom-made palace clothes. In previous years, the palace would send people here. But this year, because they had to rush to make summer clothes for the ladies of the palace, they ordered each palace to cut them themselves." As the eldest princess spoke, she lifted up Feng Qinghua's sleeves and said with a smile: "The seventh princess's clothes are made of soft, soft and breathable material. At first glance, they are of rare high quality. My sister is not asking for something from you, so why are you so stingy? "

"That's right, just the outer part of the Seventh Princess's clothes is more expensive than the whole set of clothes worn by the rest of us."

When Feng Qinghua heard this, she understood. Are these women jealous?

She saw that the material of the clothes was indeed good, and she originally thought it was made in the palace. Since it belonged to various families, it was probably the ones in the warehouse of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and there were many in Zhan Beixiao's private treasury.

Feng Qinghua rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Sisters really misunderstood. I don't know much about these fabrics, and I don't know how noble they are. I'm not used to wearing such clothes on weekdays. When I get back, I will send the remaining fabrics to the princesses and sisters, I hope you won’t dislike it.”

Hum, Zhan Beixiao, didn't you swallow my gold? I will give away all your precious fabrics.

When the princesses heard this, their expressions were a little surprised and a little happy, and they all quickly rejected it and said, "Sister Princess, you are really too polite. This is not that valuable, and it is not suitable or appropriate. How can we ask for your things?"

Feng Qinghua smiled and said: "I hit it off with a few sisters, and I originally wanted to give something as a gift, but the sisters are quite busy, and I don't know what to give. It's rare that the sisters like it, so I won't refuse it anymore. If If you refuse again, you won’t treat me as a sister?”

So the princesses all agreed with a smile and warmly invited her to visit the palace often when she had time.

Even the initially sour words turned into more sincere compliments. Soon Feng Qinghua became the center of attention among these people, and they did not forget to mention her a few words.

"Sister, I heard from the prince a few days ago that you were almost framed when you went to attend the birthday banquet of the Hou Mansion. Fortunately, you are very smart. My sister was really worried about you when she heard the news."

Feng Qinghua responded with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for arriving. Otherwise, I might have been unable to explain clearly."

"Seventh Prince, well, he is cold to women, so you just don't mess with him on weekdays, but as long as you don't make mistakes, he doesn't have the character to make things difficult for others." The eldest princess said with a smile.

"What are you talking about, the eldest princess? The Seventh Prince naturally has a good relationship with my sister. Otherwise, how could he let her take charge of the palace? Seeing how generous my sister is to us, she must be very popular with the prince."

The conversation immediately shifted from clothes to the relationship between Zhan Beixiao and Feng Qinghua.

Feng Qinghua really didn't expect that the power of women gathering together to chat about gossip would be so powerful, and they could deflect the topic no matter how far away it was.

After talking about them, they talked about the twelfth prince who was not yet married, and finally talked about the twin sons in the eldest princess's family, and the fourth prince's newly married concubine. After chatting like this, the time was up.

Feng Qinghua stood among several princesses and was led outside the ancestral temple by the palace staff. After the emperor led a group of people to hold a ceremony to offer sacrifices to heaven, she followed her husbands and began to burn incense and buckle their heads one by one outside the ancestral temple.

When Feng Qinghua waited for Zhan Beixiao, she watched him sitting in a wheelchair three meters away from her, staring at her silently.

Feng Qinghua also looked at him like this, feeling that when the sun rose and shone on half of his mask, his whole person was too stunning.

Until the person behind her gave her a gentle push and reminded her: "Hurry up and follow the prince into the ancestral temple."

Feng Qinghua finally came to her senses, walked up to Zhan Beixiao, and said somewhat uncomfortably: "Do you want to go in in a wheelchair?"

Zhan Beixiao shook his head: "If it doesn't make sense, support me."

Feng Qinghua supported him, and the two of them walked slowly towards the entrance of the ancestral temple.

There were ministers on both sides of the court, and those people had different eyes, some were mocking, sighing, and pitiful. Feng Qinghua glanced at them from the corner of her eye and felt upset. She wanted to go up and poke their eyes out.

"Don't look around, look at the road." A man's calm voice came from above.

Feng Qinghua looked up at him and said angrily: "These people are really annoying."

"Then don't look at them, look at me." Zhan Beixiao said.

This road was nearly fifty meters, and the two of them walked slowly for only twenty meters.

Feng Qinghua said a little upset: "Did your father do it on purpose? He knew that your legs and feet were not good, but he still let you walk such a long way."

"Although he is an emperor, there are times when he has no choice. If I were to let the king go directly in a wheelchair today, I am afraid that there will be countless impeachment memorials placed in front of his desk tomorrow."

"These ministers are just full of food. When they have time, they don't care about the people's livelihood. They just focus on the royal family and do nothing with their royal salary." Feng Qinghua said angrily.

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"Can you still hold on?" Feng Qinghua asked.

Zhan Beixiao hummed.

However, Feng Qinghua noticed that sweat was already flowing down his forehead, sliding down his eyebrows and onto his cheeks.

Feng Qinghua stretched out her hand to wipe it off, and suddenly did something that none of the ministers dared to think of.
Chapter completed!