Xiang Cheng followed the crowd, and walked calmly on the streets where people came and went, and was proud of him.

Fennie saw him at first sight, but seemed to see every passerby passing by. She looked away calmly, shifted naturally, and continued to watch the emperor's figure, thinking: It should be coming soon.

Xiang Cheng also saw her, his eyes calmly as if he was sliding past everyone without any stop.

Fennie's heart was unchanged, and that past disappeared with the past.

Xiang Cheng walked away slowly.

Fennie waited patiently at the street corner, never looking back from beginning to end. There is no need to see the past again.

Mingxiluo went to buy new chestnut cakes, but it was late.

Fennie felt that she wanted to be polite: "Why...you go in and sit?"

Ming Xiluo looked at the alley behind the old lady. She was still unhappy about Mo Yunyi: "No, she was unhappy when she saw me."

Fennie took the pastry: "Okay, thank you for your trip."

...

Inside the Dafu Temple.

With the help of the nanny, Mrs. Xiang stood up from the Buddha, wearing a long gown with red embroidered double-breasted clothes, with red sandalwood beads in her hands, green agate on her hands, and the kindness of a wealthy old lady on her face.

"It's still the old lady who is lucky. Several daughters-in-law and granddaughter-in-law are obedient and sensible."

Mrs. Xiang Kuanhe said, "All of them can establish their own families. They are still with me, the old lady, and they are wronged."

"Look at what you said, you are the lucky star, and the children all like to surround you."

Mrs. Xiang likes to listen to these things. The older she gets, the more she likes her children around her. How can she be unhappy if the whole family is harmonious?

"The old lady is born to enjoy a happy life. Old lady, let's go to the Kuchan Stone to sit here, and let them play here for the young people."

"Okay, you will make me happy. None of you is a life of happiness."

The back mountain of Dafu Temple is a place where pilgrims and nobles can go.

Mrs. Xiang had just sat down in the pavilion with her old sisters when she heard the sound of talking on the rockery. She must have been talking for a while, and she was in high spirits at this moment.

"You've read it wrong. Prince Xiang is not by his side, and Prince Xiang is not wearing a hat."

"Who is the man wearing a hat beside the princess?"

"Who knows, the sneaky one must be not a good person. I think the wife of the prince-in-law of Xiang's family is simply-"

In the pavilion, several old men looked dark, and some sharp-eyed scolded directly: "Who is talking nonsense!"

Mrs. Xiang's face was a little bad, but she still maintained her original decentness and did not bother with a group of gossiping women.

The old ladies followed the old ladies and immediately flashed to the rockery to get someone.

Although Mrs. Xiang was not happy that these people were talking nonsense, she had a noble status after all. Besides, she was too lazy to ask about her granddaughter-in-law and couldn't tell why. Except for the granddaughter-in-law who had just returned home a few years ago, she had never seen anyone, and she was too lazy to care: "Forget it, just drive away."

"Old Madam, you are too lenient, so these people dare to talk nonsense."

"Yes, my sister, when will your Bodhisattva temper change? It depends on who dares to talk nonsense behind your back."

While speaking, the people behind the mountain were already taken out.

Several wives with silk and silk were immediately scared to kneel on the ground when they saw several old ladies with tourmalines: "We have met Lao Fengjun, but we don't know that there are people here, and offend several Fengjun, and ask Lao Fengjun to be kind to you." The so-called people do not fight with officials, they are definitely not intentional.

Mrs. Xiang turned cold and said, "Count it—"

"You group of long-tongued wives are gossiping and have the face to plead with mercy!" Mrs. Nie, who was eager to vent her anger for the old sister, was willing to take it as a pretext: "Each person is fifty-year-old, and he must not step into Dafu Temple."

The younger woman kneeling on the ground suddenly turned straight when she heard it: "We are not gossiping, we are talking about the facts, we are talking about right and wrong, and we admit it fifty slaps, but why don't we step into Dafu Temple? Have we talked randomly and annoyed the Buddha?"

Mrs. Nie smiled angryly: "You guys arrange the prince's wife, you still have some reason."

"We didn't arrange it!" The young lady was pulled for a while and still uncompromising: "Why can't you say it! Many people saw it that day, but we were not the only ones who saw it. There were indeed strange men around Mrs. Xiang. Those of us who saw it were just normal curious why we couldn't step into Dafu Temple!"

Mrs. Nie was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Xiang’s face looked even more ugly, so she said that she would let these go, and now she is embarrassed!

Several old ladies in the pavilion who had heard about this said it when they saw the kneeling person below talking about it without fear of death, and they had all kinds of thoughts in their hearts.

This incident has been in the hearts of all the well-known ladies for a month. It is like the hot summer, and it is about to ferment, but no one has lifted it to make people breathe happily. Now someone finally "dance" in front of Mrs. Xiang.

Seeing this, Mrs. Nie immediately wanted to save some face for her elder sister, so she quickly sent the person away: "Nothing nonsense, the prince's wife has been recuperating in the village. You can just meet someone and say that it was the prince's wife who slandered the prince's wife's reputation, and she is still here to argue, come and throw them out!"

Several wealthy ladies struggled, unwilling to give up, and were arrogant and dissatisfied: "We don't!"

"How could the prince's wife admit her mistake? She just wore the Xiang family's clan emblem. Many people saw it. Some of the old lady present must know. Why do we say that we slander the prince's wife's reputation!"

"that is!"

In the pavilion, many old ladies looked away, excited and helpless, but don’t ask them, these ignorant people are fearless, and they are worried that they will be in trouble and follow in the footsteps of exile.

Mrs. Nie was anxious: "You still said it! Why are you all standing there? You jammed your mouth and took it down!"

There could still be a whispering sound not far away.

The atmosphere in the pavilion became weird.

Mrs. Nie was even more embarrassed and wanted to come forward to comfort her, but the current atmosphere seemed to be unsuitable for talking.

When Mrs. Xiang saw that the sisters who were talking to her just now were hiding, she almost got angry: "So, have you heard of something?" There is nothing wrong with this look!

Several people waved their hands quickly: "No, no..."

"No, never..."

Mrs. Xiang was even more angry, trying to cover up the truth, and she was clearly covering up! She really underestimated the useless woman: "You all saw it!" It was known to everyone, but she was kept in the dark!

The old ladies in the pavilion hurriedly avoided suspicion: "No, no..."

"No, no..." Anyway, it can't be said from their mouths.

Mrs. Xiang could no longer be considered angry, but was annoyed. She had such a thing, which was a rebellion. What did the Xiang family feel sorry for her?
Chapter completed!