After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

The days passed quickly, and it was Laba in a blink of an eye.

There was also a banquet in the palace, but it was just a luncheon. Princess Jingyang took Huang Qingyu to the palace to receive the banquet. In the afternoon, she came directly to Huang's house and brought the eight-treasure porridge from the imperial court.

"This one is for your husband and wife." Princess Jingyang pointed to the two cans of porridge in Qingying's hand, "The other one is for Yinyin alone."

Mrs. Huang was a little at a loss, and said blankly: "I...shall we set up an incense table and kowtow to thank you?"

"No need," Princess Jingyang smiled, "Master Huang has already kowtowed outside the gate, you just accept it."

He lowered his voice and said: "There are quite a lot of eight-treasure porridge served in the palace, and the imperial chefs also cook it in big pots, so it may not be as delicious as our own.

"So if you want to eat it, you can taste it, if you don't want to eat it, you can pretend to offer it up, and then you can steal it and reward someone later."

She dared to say this, but Mrs. Huang did not dare to do so. She took the pot and went to the kitchen herself. Seeing that the cook was heating up, she divided half of it into the front yard, and everyone ate the remaining half.

As Princess Jingyang said, the taste is mediocre, but after all, it is a gift from the emperor, what you eat is not the taste, but the reward.

Princess Jingyang asked about the details of tomorrow and the ceremony.

Mrs. Huang said with a smile: "Although it is the first time for me to do it myself, I have also participated in other people's ones, and I can probably make no mistakes."

Princess Jingyang nodded, "It's too troublesome to run back and forth, I won't be leaving tonight, rest here..."

She glanced at Rong An.

Rong An shook her head slightly, she knew it was her son who was here now, and said with a smile, "Let's rest in Ayu's room."

Mrs. Huang hurriedly recruited people to clean up the house, but was stopped by Princess Jingyang, "I'm not that particular!
"I used to live outside, lived in ruined temples, and slept in the open. How can I be so delicate!"

"However, I lived in the hot spring village for a few days, and I always felt uncomfortable. I had to ask Yinyin to help me diagnose my pulse."

It happened that it was getting late, so she went directly to Rong An's room.

Rong An asked in a low voice, "Are you really uncomfortable?"

"Not at all." Princess Jingyang sat down opposite him, looked left and right, the waiters had already left, and Huang Qingyu could be heard talking to Qingying outside, "I just want to chat with you."

Rong An nodded, turned around and brought a brocade box over, "Put this in when you give gifts tomorrow. If I give it directly to A Yin, wouldn't it be a private gift?"

Princess Jingyang tapped on the box, "Can I see it?"

"It's just a hairpin." Rong An rubbed his hands together, with a rare shy smile on his face, "It's nothing special... You, if you're really curious, you can just take a look."

Princess Jingyang chuckled, "Forget it, don't watch it, anyway, I can see it in the future.

"Your father said that the court already knew about the snow disaster you mentioned, and the emperor is going to send Qi Jun to take a look.

"I heard that the second prince was called into the palace and scolded severely."

Rong An said truthfully: "Then he is quite wronged."

"What an injustice!" Princess Jingyang sneered, "Isn't it because Xie San is so arrogant?
"This is the end of cronyism!
"Son, you can't just read jokes when you see others suffer, you have to learn how to save yourself and take it as a warning."

"Just don't worry about that," Rong An said with a smile, "Your son always speaks in terms of strength."