Pingyang Hou slapped the table: "How come you kid call Your Majesty the name!"

Ling Yue covered her mouth and realized that she was not blocked. She raised three fingers and sweared sincerely: "It's Your Majesty, the Lord."

The dazzling light in the courtyard penetrated the clouds, and in the shaky view, a piece of light and shadow intertwined to blur. Ling Yue walked towards her Jinyu Garden along the direction of the Water Pavilion. The water Pavilion opened windows on all sides, and the breeze lingers on the water surface, turning around, making the branches and leaves sway and rustle.

Ling Yue moved slowly, and somehow she thought of the sentence, Zi said on the river, "The dead are like this, and she will never leave day and night." Time is not just like the passing river. It seems to have mastered a skill to erode the face and change people's hearts. She didn't understand that Mingye was still the same Mingye, and the difference between the past just inheriting the throne, so why did everyone become so cautious?

What she was sad about was not the alienation caused by the difference between the king and the minister, but the fact that some things would change quietly and never even say hello. This kind of uneasiness and powerlessness was like a person being trapped in a mountain that could collapse at any time and shouting for help. All she could hear was the only sound of her own crying for help.

I don’t know why I went back to Jinyu Garden, and a group of women and maids rushed up, busy choosing clothes for Ling Yue to enter the palace, going in and out, and having a lot of work.

"Hey, you are rash and have no eyes?" Xia Sang's voice suddenly rang outside. It turned out that a little maid hurriedly hit her.

Ling Yue, who was empty-minded, had to come back to her senses: "Xia Sang, don't talk about her anymore. Come and see for me. What should I wear?"

Ling Yue's thoughts were not empty, but ran too far. Last moment, she was still thinking about what gap would be between Mingye's throne and her, but the next second, she thought about the scene of taking the girl to find her parents this morning.

It was a couple over 50 years old. When they saw the child lost and recovered, they all bowed to the ground, saying that they were crying. Ling Yue originally wanted to say a few words of blame, but the bitterness of getting a child in her old age made her feel like she was in her throat.

"What are you doing for a living?" Ling Yue asked at the dilapidated and dilapidated house. When he followed Wuying's prompt, he felt that he was getting more and more remote. This clue was provided by Wuying. If it were someone else, Ling Yue would definitely be suspicious.

"Well, farmers rely on the gods to make a living. But this child has suffered." This is what the old man said.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that there was such a thing in the most prosperous Kyoto in Tiansheng, so how could the situation in other places be worrying? I heard from my father that when the late emperor conquered the country, the land was already devastated, and it was still difficult to adjust to the rest and recuperation. What's more, there were frequent large-scale construction incidents that were born to waste the people and damage the money.

What Ling Yue wanted to talk to Pingyang Hou was nothing more than what she felt and thoughts this morning, but was urged by Pingyang Hou to come back and change her clothes. What was even more disgusting was that her childhood playmate was high and she seemed elusive.

"Girl, look at this one." Xia Sang excitedly picked up a vine-green floor-shading skirt, which embroidered thousands of crabapples with gold and silver threads, and a few butterflies were woven with dark gold threads at the hem of the skirt.

Xia Sang's eyes were completely attracted by the light escaping from the gold and silver threads. Only the girl could set off such bright colors, and the patterns on them were not the rest, but the begonia in Jinyu Garden. She had never known the long autumn of autumn when she was with the girl, but the sensitivity of the first-class maid over the years told her that the girl liked the begonia in Jinyu Garden very much.

The impressed Ling Yue couldn't help but reach out to touch the soft fabric of the Luo skirt. Her slender fingers stopped after not long. "Zhang Yang, if you wear this piece tonight, it will definitely be too flamboyant." Zhang Bu Zhang Yang was still second, but in that situation, he had to be on the string.

"Girl!" Xia Sang stomped his feet in a hurry, wishing to take off the outfit that Ling Yue had already worn on her body, and change into her body with her own hands: "This is the welcome banquet for Old General Su. What are you afraid of just being more arrogant?"

Ling Yue turned her gaze to Zhiqiu, who was embarrassed on both sides, and blinked Shui Lingling's big eyes a few times. Xia Sang didn't understand her personality, so she could hide as far as she could in the limelight.

Zhiqiu smiled and took the silk skirt from Xia Sang's hand: "You and I can interfere with the girl's preferences. Since the girl doesn't like it, it's fine."

After another busy period, Ling Yue chose the clothes to wear for dinner. A lake blue snow-rolling twisted garland-like chest skirt not only did not lose the style of a lady from a family, but also achieved Ling Yue's own unpretentious wish, which made both sides take a step back.

In Chongguang Building, which is higher than the cloud table, rows of butter candles illuminate the hall as bright as day.

Ling Yue and Ling Yao followed the eldest princess side by side and stepped into the carved beam embroidery house. A luxurious aura came towards her, which made the person feel so angry. Every word and deed here meant not her, but the family behind her. Ling Yue understood, and everyone here understood.

It is precisely because of this that everyone's vague excitement could not be seen on their faces. In the huge hall, among the bustling crowds, they were surprisingly quiet.

Ling Yue tiptoed slightly, and the stunning bright yellow was missing in the colorful colors inside. His Majesty's airs were really big.

"The eldest princess of Liaoyang is here." A little eunuch elongated his tone and spread it into it.

At first glance, he was a newcomer to the palace. Such a roaring method hurts the most. Ling Yue, who should have focused on the crowd, might have been too nervous and her thoughts swam away again.

"Miss Yue." Before everyone could salute the eldest princess first, the little eunuch had come up: "Your Majesty wants to see you."

"Then I'll be the one who is helping me to lead the way." I have to say that this bamboo horse is quite reliable. My mother is His Majesty's aunt. She is always looked at by all kinds of eyes for a long time, and it is inevitable to use it for comparison. She is not afraid of comparison, but hates the gaze of exploration.

"Mom, then I'll go first." Ling Yue saw all kinds of strange looks in the women in the room. You don't have to think about it. There are doubts and envious people, but most of them are jealous.

Ling Yue planned to ignore these inexplicable things, but she missed a person's eyes. After only a moment of passing by, Ling Yao clenched the corner of her clothes, and a very incompatible pleated pleated skirt appeared in Yanluo Zi scattered flower pleated skirt.

"Your Majesty, Miss Ling Yue is here." The little eunuch hurriedly entered the inner room to report.

Ling Yue knew that Mingye was not the prince of the past, and no matter how close he was, he could not overcome his relationship, so he had to wait obediently for the summons inside.

Mingye stood in the middle of the hall with a long body, as if waiting for a long time: "Come in quickly."

The little eunuch bowed and left, watching Ling Yue enter the hall, and then he stayed outside the hall, silently counting the time when the dinner began.
Chapter completed!