The spring breeze gently blew the willows that sprouted new buds, and the reflections of the willows by the lake surrounded the Jingsi Pavilion, moving and still, just like the two people in the pavilion.

The Queen Mother stared at the water with a blank look. If she looked closely, she could see a sense of hatred in her seemingly unsightly eyes.

Ling Yue, who noticed this, naturally restless and stirred the tassel silk flower on her waist: "Yue'er has been in the palace for a long time, Empress Dowager Ruo, Ruo..." If nothing happened, can she let me go?

The words behind were hard to say, and Ling Yue spoke quickly in her mind. There must be any better way.

But, I just haven't thought about it yet. After all, how can a living person die of suffocation by urine?

The empress dowager had not turned around, but obviously understood Ling Yue's thoughts, who had said halfway through: "It's getting late, so you can go back."

After returning along Tingbu's original road, Zhiqiu was already waiting at the intersection with Qin in his arms: "Girl, you are back."

Looking at her happy look, Ling Yue raised a finger and whispered: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

Ling Yueyuzhiqiu supported her on the outer edge of the vermilion palace wall: "But you've been suffocated, what's wrong?"

Zhiqiu looked up and quietly attached himself to Ling Yue's ear, and turned the zither out: "Girl, don't know that Miss Yao was helped by Han Shuang just now." In front of everyone, Ling Yao was deliberately avoiding something, but she could not avoid Zhiqiu's eyes.

But obviously, Ling Yue didn't understand what was meant by saying anything, so she tilted her head and looked at Zhiqiu: "Then you let go."

"Ah?" The girl's reaction was inexplicable. Zhiqiu couldn't help but open her mouth wide. The tassel on the piano accidentally swept to the palace wall: "Let go? Girl, this piano is not heavy, just hold it yourself."

Ling Yue calmly pulled away her arm and pretended to be angry: "Don't you don't want to support me anymore?"

Zhiqiu then understood what the so-called letting go meant, and hurriedly explained: "No, girl. The maid means that Miss Yao probably drifted her waist today."

Waves? This is not impossible. She is extremely energetic and has good face. Naturally, everyone doesn't want Shen Lihua's limelight to overshadow her. The quick-witted action at the banquet is extremely difficult for Ling Yao, who is good at practicing dance.

"Shen Lihua is really..." Ling Yue clenched her hands, but couldn't find any adjectives for a while. What the Empress Dowager said might be right. Whether it is Ling Yao or Shen Lihua, the two of them were both scheming.

However, to some extent, the idea of ​​"helping the manager or not" is still quite stubborn.

"Hey, oh, mom, please be gentle." Ling Yao's face turned pale and sweaty, lying on the bed.

Aunt Zhao's waist injury was not completely healed. Looking at Ling Yao's appearance, she was a little amused and confused for a moment: "Tell me, what did we both touch the eyebrows? Why did we hurt our waists!"

"Mom is really interested in saying sarcastic words." Ling Yao clenched her fists and slammed them hard on the soft quilt: "I am thankful to Shen Lihua, and Ling Yue, who actually received the empress dowager's grace and can enter the palace from time to time."

Ling Yao twisted her body restlessly and stood up, but her head was unbiased and hit the edge of the bed, making her feel pain in covering her head.

"Girl, girl, you're back!" Before the person could approach Jinyu Garden, he was blocked by Xia Sang, who was standing on tiptoe and looking around.

"What are you doing so in a hurry? Be careful to touch the piano." Ling Yue touched the strings with caresses, fortunately it was tight and tight.

"There is a big man in the mansion!" It can be seen that Xia Sang was suppressing the excitement and excitement that he had produced from nowhere to beat.

Zhiqiu smiled when he heard this: "Why don't you tell the girl, what kind of big shot is it?"

Only Ling Yue's face is normal, can there be any big shot? No matter how big, can she be better than the queen mother? Her piano is rewarded by the queen mother. Big shots and big events are witnessed together today.

"Oh, girl, why do you still look slow?" Xia Sang pulled Ling Yue and walked quickly through the corner gate, without any steps, and his voice was unwilling to stop: "The Marquis asked the maid to wait here, saying that as long as the girl came back, I would let you go."

"Then, Zhiqiu, put the piano back in the room." Ling Yue, who had no time to return, was dragged to the front hall of Pingyang Hou's reception, and the second half of the sentence floated from the air: "Don't bump into it!"

"It's so rude to Mr. Su, the old general Su, has returned from victory in the northern border. Wenzhe has not yet been able to congratulate him." Marquis Pingyang sat upright and raised a cup of hot tea, and he nodded slightly from the air, counting as an apology.

General Su is famous for his popularity. The armor worn on the battlefield in the past has been replaced by a blue-green regular suit today.

Sitting so peacefully, he was a very kind old man. How could he imagine that he was a general who made the enemy in the northern border frightened?

"Is this you?" After a polite greeting, Hou Pingyang asked about the young man around General Su. Seeing his heroic eyebrows, he restrained his arrogance from his birth to a certain extent.

Even Ling Jue, who has always looked extremely elegant, has not gained any advantage compared to him.

"Yunqi meets the deceased uncle." Su Yunqi smiled when he heard this, stood up, bowed and bowed.

"Don't look at the fact that Yun Qi grew up in the northern border since childhood, she is very kind." Pingyang Hou has always praised his younger generation, especially such outstanding younger generations.

Su Yun nodded and smiled unanimously. He had already left his seat very consciously.

I heard my grandfather's old but still full of energy in my ears: "I have been thinking about visiting my neighbors when I have time, but I never thought that the matter at hand has been delayed and delayed until now!"

The Marquis of Pingyang suddenly realized and was extremely excited. He couldn't help but stamp his feet: "Just say it, no wonder the mansion was set up near the Marquis of Pingyang. It turned out to be the General's Mansion?"

The joy of being neighbors with the famous veteran general was beyond words, but the Marquis of Pingyang paused: "But, didn't Your Majesty draw the Yong'anfang to build a mansion for you?"

When I first heard the news, I was still excited and completely confused after several thoughts and doubts.

You should know that in everyone's eyes, the Marquis of Pingyang, Ling Wenzhe, was a meritorious minister personally named by the late emperor, and then married the royal relative of the former eldest princess.

According to the ancestral system, the size of the Marquis’ mansion is not to mention anything else, but the main hall alone ranges from seven to eleven, not to mention the courtyards and wings next to it.

Since the founding of the late emperor, there has been no precedent for accommodating the Marquis’ Mansion and the General’s Mansion in a yard.

This is really inconsistent with the facts!

Although Your Majesty has ascended the throne for less than a year and is still young, he is not so ridiculous. Isn’t this accusation of the identity of the old general and aggrieved the God of War of Tiansheng?

When he thought about it this way, when he looked at General Su again, the eyes of Mr. Pingyang no longer had much admiration.
Chapter completed!