But an eunuch hurriedly ran to them and knelt down and reported respectfully, "Report to Prince Xu, the emperor has just sent someone to speak, and order Prince, you and the little princess to go to the Royal Garden to attend a banquet immediately, so there must be no mistakes."
Xin Mo'er glanced down at him and said, "What's the point of attending Shangyuan Banquet? I won't go anymore. I'm going back to the mansion now." There is still food in the mansion, so she was not interested in attending Shangyuan Banquet.
As for listening to the song, it is feasible to ask your father to bring the famous actors from the palace into the palace to sing on the stage alone.
What's more, Lan Yin still has several minor injuries on her body now and needs to be bandaged immediately. Although it is not fatal, the sooner the bandage, the better.
The eunuch was so anxious that he sweated on his forehead. It was obvious that the emperor gave too much order. He was worried that he would not be invited to the little princess and Prince Xu would go back and be scolded and punished.
Prince Xu has always been accustomed to walking alone and has resisted the imperial edict before. Everyone has no choice but to take him, and the emperor has no choice but to take him. As a result, those who passed the imperial edicts are unlucky. They are scolded by the emperor at a slightest point, and are punished to clean the toilet for a lifetime.
After Xin Mo'er said that, she raised her feet and walked towards the direction of the palace gate. Unexpectedly, Feng Qingcang's feet did not move. Because he was holding her, her body was bounced back and she had to hit his thin chest.
Xin Mo'er covered her nose that was hit, which was a little sore after being hit, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Father, aren't you leaving yet? If you don't go back, those foods should be cold."
I thought to myself, why is the father's chest as hard as his people, and it's better to be softer?
Feng Qingcang didn't know her mind, so he looked down at her. His pupils shrank, he narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and he quickly returned to nature. "I won't go back. Since your emperor's grandfather invited her warmly, let's join in the fun."
Didn’t you just say that you couldn’t go? He changed his mind so quickly. Xin Moer felt that she was becoming increasingly confused about her father’s temperament. She didn’t think that her father agreed to go to the banquet now because of the imperial edict issued by the emperor.
However, Xin Moer has never been able to oppose what he decided.
Lan Yin stared at Feng Qingcang's back suspiciously and looked at him. What is the prince doing? Don't you know the purpose of Prince Nangong entering the palace today...
Xin Mo'er tilted her head. After thinking about it, she thought it was feasible. Anyway, she was just a place to eat. When there were too many people, she still had some flavor. She turned her head to Lanyin and ordered, "Lanyin, go back to the house first and clean up the wounds on her body."
"Little Princess, Lan Yin's body was only slightly injured. The group of people didn't take any serious pain just now." Lan Yin was unwilling to go back to the house first, so she wanted to stay with the little princess.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Concubine Hua look at the guards fiercely, and scared the guards to lower their heads.
Xin Moer opened Lan Yin's sleeve and checked a wound on it. It was indeed not very deep, so she did not drive her away. It was indeed much more convenient to have a martial arts person around to protect herself.
"You all retreat." Feng Qingcang glanced at the guards around him.
"Yes!" The guards retreated quickly as if they were amnesty.
"Father, it's quite unlucky here, let's go." Xin Mo'er put his hand on Feng Qingcang's arm.
Feng Qingcang nodded, left the pavilion, and headed towards the Imperial Garden.
Zuo Zhong stood there until Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingcang left for a long time, and his eyes flashed with a fierce and decisive decisive battle without any concealment.
"It's so rampant! I am the leader of the four palaces after all. The father and daughter don't take this seriously!" Hua Fei pushed the teacup on the stone table and threw it all to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Zuo Wan kept clenching her hand that had not been released, and finally slowly let go, returning to her usual gentleness, "Mother, the banquet is probably about to begin. You are the biggest in the harem now. You cannot be missing from your father. I want you to go to the home court today."
The eunuch who had not yet left the imperial edict quickly agreed, "Yes, Empress Hua, the emperor asked you and the left prime minister to go quickly. It can be seen that the emperor still has you in his heart, so he puts you first."
"You are a good person." Hua Fei's face finally faded away from her desolation and she looked happy. She knew that he was talking flatteringly, but she still enjoyed it very much.
"Oh, the slave just told a fact."
"Then let me go and have a look." Hua Fei smiled twice, as if she had thought of something, and ordered the little palace maid beside her, "Go and dress up the fifth princess and let her go to the Imperial Garden to see me."
The fifth princess was born to Concubine Hua and inherited the beauty of Concubine Hua. When she was five years old, she was sent by Concubine Hua to the study room to learn knowledge with a group of princes. She is a talented woman with a very famous reputation.
In Hua Fei's heart, Prince Feng Qingjue and the fifth princess Feng Xiangkui have always been her pride.
"Empress, the fifth princess heard that the prince of Qidong Kingdom was also here to attend the banquet. You had already gone to the Imperial Garden to wait half an hour ago." The little palace maid answered respectfully and truthfully.
Concubine Hua nodded with satisfaction and asked the servants to re-add some makeup. The crowd rushed towards the Imperial Garden.
Their steps were fast, and Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingcang's journey were slowing down along the way. When they arrived at the Imperial Garden, the few people arrived at about the same time.
The position where the emperor sat in the main position was still empty, and the first seat in the left hand in the lower row was also empty. Feng Qingcang took Xin Mo'er to the first empty seat in the right hand in the lower row.
The ministers and the ministers who were waiting in the Imperial Garden all stood up and said in unison:
"The Empress is a thousand years old and a thousand years old."
"The prince is thousands of years old and thousands of years old."
"The Crown Princess has a thousand years of life."
"The little princess has a thousand years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years
"Pingsheng." Hua Fei ordered people to take a soft chair again and sit down next to the emperor.
Feng Qingjue sat in the second seat on the left head, and Zuo Zhong sat down along the third seat next to him.
Zuo Wan walked to Feng Qingjue and sat next to him.
Feng Qingyu sat on the second empty mat on the right.
There were two people sitting in an empty seat, but no one dared to sit with him because of his title as the Little Demon King.
After Xin Mo'er fell to the mat, her pink little hands held up her smooth chin and rubbed it back and forth. Unexpectedly, she was a thousand years old, but can a person really live to a thousand years old? She really became an old monster.
"Mo'er, you're here! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Feng Qingyu pulled Xin Mo'er to sit down and kept talking.
Xin Mo'er just nodded and hummed twice perfunctorily as an answer.
Since she entered the Imperial Garden, Feng Qingjue's eyes have been on her and Feng Qingcang, which is dim and unclear. Even Zuo Wan sits beside him, he doesn't pay attention.