"My name is Shen Miaoqing. I have seen that child. She is a girl with an extraordinary temperament."
As soon as Luo Jiuli heard the words "Qing Chuchen", his mind couldn't help but think of the woman he saved in Yilanxiang a few days ago.
At the same time, opposite the pavilion, under the shade of a tree that blocked out the sun, two people stood.
One is the seemingly dignified and noble Mrs. Hu of the Grand Sima Mansion, and the other is Princess Xiyun who is shrouded in cold air.
Mrs. Hu looked calmly at the pavilion not far away.
"Although this Luo Jiuli is disrespectful to others, his current temperament is very pleasing to men. After all, there are still a few women in the capital who dare to act so boldly."
Lu Xiyun's face was ashen and she clenched her little hands tightly.
"Madam, where did you start talking about this?"
Mrs. Hu was deliberately surprised and said:
"Princess, haven't you heard? A few days ago, His Highness Prince Zhao saved Luo Jiuli regardless of danger on the street. It seems that His Highness Prince Zhao wants to get her forgiveness and hopes to reunite."
Lu Xiyun suddenly turned her head, her eyes full of disbelief.
"Why? Luo Jiuli has already reconciled with King Zhao? She has harmed him so much. How can King Zhao be so confused?"
"She is a half-hearted woman. She will not treat Prince Zhao sincerely."
She was so angry that she was shaking all over.
Mrs. Hu seemed not surprised by Lu Xiyun's reaction, and it seemed that this reaction was expected by her. She stretched out her hand and pulled Lu Xiyun lovingly.
"She doesn't treat Prince Zhao sincerely, but the princess really likes Prince Zhao?"
Lu Xiyun likes King Zhao. Everyone in the Sima Palace knows it, but no one knows it.
Lu Xiyun's face froze, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face.
"Princess Xiyun, to be rude, I have watched you grow up. In terms of character, appearance, and family background, you are more suitable for Prince Zhao than Luo Jiuli in the capital."
Lu Xiyun looked up.
"lady."
"In the past, we misjudged Luo Jiuli and thought she would be King Zhao's good wife, but we never thought-"
Mrs. Hu sighed and patted the back of Lu Xiyun's hand.
"This time, no matter what, we will not let Luo Jiuli enter Prince Zhao's Mansion again and become Princess Zhao."
Lu Xiyun's face turned pale when she thought that Luo Jiuli still dared to covet the position of Princess Zhao, and that Prince Zhao still wanted to reunite with Luo Jiuli.
When Mrs. Hu saw that the time had come, her voice was slightly regretful and regretful.
"So, does Princess Xiyun really like Prince Zhao? I heard that Prince An is showing Princess Xiang the princes of various families, but I don't know——"
"No, I didn't look at each other. I won't marry anyone unless I'm Prince Zhao."
She likes King Zhao, and because she likes King Zhao, she and Hu Bingyu become handkerchiefs, just to see King Zhao from time to time.
Because he liked Prince Zhao, he envied, jealous and hated Luo Jiuli for being able to marry into Prince Zhao's palace, so he targeted Luo Jiuli everywhere.
Hearing Lu Xiyun say it herself, Mrs. Hu had a smile on her face:
"In that case, I have a way that may help you become Princess Zhao."
——
Luo Jiuli knew that at today's palace banquet, he might become the target of public criticism.
But what she doesn't know is that she will not only become the target of public criticism, but also a thorn in the flesh of all forces. Everyone wants to get rid of her for their own purposes.
Accompanied by a high-pitched singing and drinking sound.
"The Emperor has arrived, the Queen Mother has arrived, the Queen has arrived! The Ninth Prince has arrived!"
For a moment, everyone knelt down and kowtowed in greeting.
"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."
"The Queen Mother is a thousand years old."
"The Queen is a thousand years old."
Luo Jiuli knelt in the crowd and kept looking at the approaching people with his peripheral vision.
The leader is naturally the Emperor, who is dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe with wide sleeves and golden cloud patterns, tied with a golden blessing pattern belt, and wears a golden hair crown. His posture is tall and straight, and every move he makes is quite imposing.
Following the emperor was the current Queen Mother.
This is the first time Luo Jiuli has seen the current Queen Mother, the emperor's adoptive mother. She seems to be quite old, but she is well-maintained. Her skin is fair and as black as ink, and she looks like a noble lady in her forties.
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There were two other people following the Queen Mother, a man and a woman.
The woman's pale pink dress is wrapped around her body, with a white gauze cover on the outside, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The pleats of her skirt are like snow, and the moonlight flows gently to the ground. Three thousand blue silk hairs are tied up with hair bands.
A butterfly hairpin is placed on the head, a strand of blue silk hangs down on the chest, and a thin layer of pink and white is applied to only add color.
I know this woman Luo Jiuli so well. Who else could she be if she wasn't Hu Bingyu?
No wonder, in Zhichung Pavilion just now, she only saw Mrs. Hu and Hu Hanyu. Unexpectedly, Hu Bingyu was actually following the Queen Mother.
The man following the Queen Mother on the other side was wearing a dark black brocade robe and carrying a sword on his waist. He had a graceful demeanor, a handsome face, and a bit of arrogance. He followed the Queen Mother unhurriedly.
Luo Jiuli felt that this man should be the Queen Mother's personal bodyguard.
After all, apart from the emperor's close bodyguards, only the Queen Mother is qualified to enter such a situation with a knife on her crotch.
As for the queen, the concubines and the concubines of various palaces, they were all dressed up, beautiful and jeweled.
The person who came in next was the Ninth Prince Xiao Mingxuan.
Luo Jiuli shook his head secretly. The Ninth Prince didn't seem to be too particular about his clothes. She had seen him wearing the mysterious clothes wrapped in a red gold belt several times.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart, is the Ninth Prince so poor? For such a big palace banquet, he didn't even bother to change into nice-looking clothes.
Xiao Mingxuan walked through the crowd and took a special look around. When he saw Luo Jiuli tilting his head and looking at him secretly, his cold-as-iron eyes suddenly softened.
Following Xiao Mingxuan were the emperor's sons.
The glorious third prince, the wise king Xiao Zhuhan.
The eldest prince with a calm personality, Prince Xuan Xiao Zhuyu.
The second prince whom Luo Jiuli hated, Prince Zhao Xiao Zhumo.
The lively and cheerful fourth prince, Prince Ping Xiao Zhuping.
The fifth prince with his head raised and his chest raised, his eyes fixed, and Xiao Zhuchen who has not yet established his official residence.
The Emperor walked to the main seat and sat down. The Queen Mother was on the lower right side of the dragon chair. Next to her was Concubine Hu. The Queen was on the lower left side of the dragon chair.
After the emperor sat down, he turned to look at the queen mother with a happy face, as if he was talking to the queen mother.
Happy things.
People who don't know the truth seem to think that a mother is kind and her son is filial, but they don't know how much sincerity there is behind this kind of mother and son.
The Queen Mother smiled and nodded at the Emperor, very satisfied with the Emperor's actions.
Accompanied by the waiter shouting and singing:
"The banquet begins--"
Immediately, the palace maids and eunuchs filed in, and all kinds of delicacies were served like flowing water.
On the high platform built next to the water, music played, and the enchanting dancers in gauze danced gracefully, and the atmosphere in the imperial garden officially became noisy.
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