In Shoukang Palace, Eunuch Xi took small steps forward and whispered a few words in Queen Mother Xie's ear. Queen Mother Xie, who had a deep face, suddenly showed a cheerful smile.
After pacifying the cat in her arms, Queen Mother Xie let out a long sigh, "Finally, the Ai family's plan has lived up to its expectations."
Seeing how happy she was, Eunuch Xi also smiled and said, "This time, His Highness, the Eighth Prince, will definitely get what he wants with his hard work."
"Come on, let's play music." Queen Mother Xie curled her lips, her eyes and brows were filled with pride, and she clapped her hands.
For a time, the silk and bamboo in Shoukangli were pleasant to the ear, singing and dancing, and it was a joyful time.
This is the first time for the two Zhang Qingjiu to step into the Eighth Prince.
The layout of the Eighth Prince's Mansion is completely different from that of the Prince's Mansion. If the Prince's Mansion is a dignified yet elegant landscape painting, the Eighth Prince's Mansion is a dazzling and colorful painting of flowers and birds.
Five steps to the terrace, ten steps to the waterside pavilion, white jade goose eggs under your feet, and a golden garden at hand. It is truly extremely luxurious, and it only has the three words "I am rich" engraved on the eighth prince's mansion.
So much so that she even suspected that the reason Chu Kuo didn't let Zhang Qingjiu enter his house before was because he was worried about being stolen?
Chu Kuo walked beside Zhang Qingjiu. Seeing her glance around and raising her eyebrows, Chu Kuo smiled secretly in his heart and asked with a bit of pride in his tone, "Sister Qingjiu, what do you think of the scenery here?"
He has his mother-in-law, the Queen Mother, and his grandfather who specially invited experts to come and give instructions on how to arrange the place. Everyone who came was amazed.
Just like the golden chrysanthemum in the flower bed, where else can you see the autumn colors in spring?
However, just when Chu Kuo was waiting to praise him, Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips unexpectedly, "Is the Eighth Prince afraid that others will not know that you are rich?"
"What do you mean?" Chu Kuo frowned, his eyes confused.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Qingjiu understood immediately.
This is really not Chu Kuo's arrogance. Concubine Xie comes from a noble family, the Duke of Zhen Guo dominates the court, and Queen Mother Xie controls everything in the harem. As a prince, he has naturally been doted on since he was a child. In addition, he is not a prince, so these people will try their best to find ways to do it.
It made him feel comfortable in every possible way.
Speaking of which, it's not Chu Kuo's fault.
But unfortunately, she couldn't help but think of a certain dog man that made her resentful.
Although he is the crown prince, Murong Qingwan married into the royal family as a commoner woman. These are incomparable to the aristocratic family with deep roots.
But the grudges that have stuck in my heart have returned, and I feel a little uncomfortable inexplicably. What's going on?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu sighed, "Nothing. Didn't you say you want to have lunch? Where is it?"
"This way." Chu Kuo's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Qingjiu ask this, and the dissatisfaction that had arisen due to her indifference and even a bit of disdain disappeared in an instant.
He was holding a box of cakes in his hand, perhaps because he rarely did such things on weekdays, and it looked a bit nondescript.
Zhang Qingjiu looked back at him, with a faint smile on his lips, "Do you want me to get it for you?"
"Ah? This?" Chu Kuo didn't seem to expect that Zhang Qingjiu would take the initiative to propose this, and his expression was a bit stunned.
But he quickly reacted, with a bit of hesitation in his tone, "This is for Chacha..."
"What? Don't you dare let me touch the person who gave it to Chacha?" Zhang Qingjiu sneered.
"No, it's not." Chu Kuo seemed anxious and couldn't speak smoothly, "I was afraid you wouldn't want to, after all, Chacha..."
"What's the point of being willing or not? After all, Chacha is my sister, isn't she?" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips and stepped forward to take the brocade box into his hands, "What's more, they say that elder sisters are like mothers, and now Aunt Liu
No, I will naturally take better care of her."
The brocade box suddenly changed hands. Chu Kuo looked at the hands that were as white as jade and tender as green onions holding up the gift box. He couldn't help but lost his mind for a moment, so that he didn't listen carefully to what Zhang Qingjiu said until the hands moved away from his eyes.
, the other side reacted.
My heart was throbbing like never before.
If I could hold those hands...
Thinking of this, the corner of Chu Kuo's mouth raised a strange arc.
After today, so what if she is the first woman in history to become an official in the court? She can only be his Chu Kuo's housemate!
The flower room where the Eighth Prince dines has the same decoration as the outside. It is full of ivory and gold silk chopsticks, white jade and glazed lamps, and red sandalwood and nanmu tables. There is a quiet incense burner next to it, emitting a lingering fragrance, refreshing the heart and mind. It can be said to be the most luxurious style.
"Sister Qingjiu, please." Chu Kuo took the initiative and pulled out the chair for Zhang Qingjiu.
Zhang Qingjiu smiled and sat down.
The rude behavior made all the maids serving in the room widen their eyes and take a breath.
Who is this woman, who can actually let their noble Eighth Prince do this? In the past, the second young lady of the Zhang family was very popular with His Highness, and she had never been treated like this when she came to the mansion.
Could it be that she is the future eighth prince's concubine?
The surrounding eyes were so intense that it was difficult for Zhang Qingjiu to ignore them. Glancing at the eyes that were secretly looking at him, Zhang Qingjiu curled up the corners of his lips and said, "You look like this, these people are probably...
I thought Miss Sun’s family was here.”
Hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but froze, feeling frightened and frightened. Could it be that she could tell what she was thinking?
But what it sounds like is that she is not Miss Sun?
Then she is...
Seeing her saying this, Chu Kuo sat down and shook his head with a smile, "Sister Qingjiu, you are joking, now you are an official in the court with us. My father has always taught us princes that we need to be courteous and virtuous, Sister Qingjiu
It’s already good if you don’t think I didn’t do enough.”
With these words, Zhang Qingjiu's identity was completely revealed.
An official in the court? Qingjiu? Could it be that this is Zhang Qingjiu, the prime minister’s legitimate daughter, who had been shamelessly chasing after their Eighth Prince, and then broke off the engagement with great fanfare, and then swaggered to the court?!
How can it be?
Didn't His Highness the Eighth Prince say in the past that she was extremely ugly, vulgar, stupid and ignorant?
The person in front of me has a graceful look and smile, a graceful manner, and neither humble nor overbearing words and deeds. Which woman in the capital can compare with him?
Thinking back to the person who is now imprisoned in the backyard of the mansion, there is really a difference between clouds and mud. He is so superior and superior, but their highness actually felt...
Suddenly, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts——
Could it be that His Highness the Eighth Prince was blinded by lard? Otherwise, how could he not recognize who is a pearl and who is a bad stone?!
But now that the matter has come to this, why did the eldest lady in this chapter come to the Eighth Prince's Mansion? Could it be that she has changed her mind and wants to get back on good terms with the Eighth Prince?
When they thought of this, many maids had indescribable emotions in their hearts.
Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, seems a bit unworthy.