It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Princess Pingyang was also a lively person. She took Yang Xianrong's hand and asked about the scene in the lobby today. Because the situation during today's court trial was even more brutal and bloody, the rumors of the plum demon spread even more widely. Naturally, Princess Pingyang would not miss such a thing, so she quickly asked.

Mao Hongbin honestly described what happened, and Yang Xianrong supplemented on the side. Later, she thought about it and said: "It is indeed quite scary, but it is obvious that there must be something on her body that attracts butterflies."

"Is that why you splashed the water?" Princess Pingyang was very interested in this. "Although I also like the appearance of that woman Lan Zhengyue, but, she is also quite annoying when she is delicate and weak. Hahaha, you actually used Cold water poured over her, good.”

Princess Pingyang and Emperor Sima Zhong are siblings, and they have similar temperaments and temperaments. They are even more unexpected and their words are shocking. Yang Xianrong smiled awkwardly and said, "There is nothing we can do. In that situation, it would be even more terrifying to throw blood."

"That's true. These people know how to come up with blind ideas. They really want to spill the blood in the lobby. Do you need to use it in the future?" Princess Pingyang glanced at Mao Hongbin, "You too, don't listen to those people's nonsense. You have to have your own ideas to be able to sit on this chair, you know?"

"Yes, yes." Mao Hongbin immediately nodded and bowed. He didn't dare to sit down at first, but now he retreated to the door and stood with his elder brother. Mao Hongmao looked at his younger brother with a smile and said with a smile: "Princess Pingyang's lesson is so right. My younger brother usually doesn't have any ideas. He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun since he was a child. Today, he must be thinking about it. Princess, would you like a bowl of the spring wine I just made?"

"Oh? Is it ready to drink?" Princess Pingyang looked at Mao Hongmao and was very happy, "I remember it was still sealed in the jar when I came here the day before yesterday, right?"

"Well, I should be fine today."

Looking at the two people talking, they looked familiar, and they seemed to have known each other for a long time. Yang Xianrong quietly moved his chair and said: "Sister, I want to go back to the palace after drinking the porridge. I'm a little dizzy. I'll also donate a thousand taels to the porridge on credit. I can't always let it go. The eldest sister spends so much money."

"Actually, it's nothing. I give porridge to everyone on credit every year during the solar terms. All living beings suffer, and it's good to have a bowl of hot porridge to warm people's hearts." Princess Pingyang's expression was very similar to Sima Zhong's when she spoke. If so, Sima Zhong might be able to say something like this if he wasn't stupid.

Yang Xianrong may have felt a little hot again. He squinted his eyes, as if he saw Sima Zhong's shadow, and was startled again.

"Well, go ahead." Princess Pingyang looked at her with a somewhat depressed expression and waved her hand, but suddenly asked, "Where is Green Bamboo?"

"Let her buy some plum pancakes and meat buns." Yang Xianrong had already stood up, but still answered respectfully.

"Even if you use her like this, I don't dare to use her like this. Did you know that Luzhu grew up beside the late emperor and was trained by the late emperor himself?"

Hearing this, Yang Xianrong was stunned again, but he really couldn't tell. However, Green Bamboo has strong execution ability and is indeed a good helper. But so what? The messenger of embroidered clothes always belongs to Sima Zhong, not hers.

On the way back to the palace, when she passed by Yang Mansion, Yang Xiankang asked her, "Do you want to go home and take a look? I'd rather have a lot of your letters snatched out, and not burn them all."

"I won't go, it looks annoying." Yang Xianrong shook his head and just wanted to go back to sleep.

"By the way, there is something I haven't told you." Yang Xiankang paused, scratched his head again and said, "The two clothes my grandmother made for you, Cuixi kept them in her room before. It says it cannot be washed and needs special treatment."

"Which two pieces?" Yang Xianrong also stopped. "What?" Cuixi screamed in surprise. Since the fire in her room that day, she had not had time to go back and clean up, and had been following Yang Xianrong.

"It's those two fragrant clothes. The old grandmother specially made them for you from fabric soaked in flower juice. I remember that Cuixi said at that time that these clothes couldn't be washed casually, so she put them in her room first and said Just wait until spring is warm and the flowers bloom and you can just rinse it with cold well water." Yang Xiankang looked at Cui Xi, "I still remember saying this..."

"Yes..." Cuixi's face fell, "Grandma said that this dress will smell good after wearing it for a long time. Girls like to wear it at this time of year..."

"Forget it, burn it, burn it." Yang Xianrong sighed, those boudoir clothes can no longer be worn by this identity. In just half a year, her mentality has undergone a huge change, and because she has not completed Laojun Mountain, she has lost the girlish feelings and always spring thoughts, because everything in front of her is annoying, but yet Can't help but face it.

Is this what the old grandmother said about life? People, want to live.

Looking from a distance, the Luoyang Palace is already in front of you. You can see layers of Qin bricks and Han tiles, purple pillars and golden beams, all of which are extremely luxurious. There were amber wine, jasper glasses, gold-footed bottles, and emerald plates. The food was picturesque, the wine was like a spring, the guqin was dripping, and the bells were tinkling... But it was not what Yang Xianrong wanted to have.

"Empress, are you going back to the palace?" Sima Ying's voice came out.

His carriage seemed to have stopped at the gate of Yang Mansion for a long time. He opened the curtain and looked at Yang Xianrong who was in a daze and asked: "Or, go home?"

"Your Majesty." Yang Xianrong's eyes sparkled, "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by." Sima Ying smiled, her handsome face full of warmth, and her eyes full of tenderness.

"Your Majesty, why don't you come into my house and sit for a while?" Yang Xiangkang was simply out of words.

"That's not necessary." When Sima Ying looked at Yang Xiankang, her eyes lost a lot of light, "Your family is almost empty, why don't you hire some maids to serve you?"

"No need, I'm used to being alone." Yang Xiangkang didn't dare to say that because he wanted to leave, he had quietly sent all the old slaves back to his hometown in Tai'an County in batches. Now there are indeed only There are two old servants, one looks after the door and the other can cook.

"How many maids should I give you?" Sima Ying seemed to be in a good mood.

"No, no, no, I can't afford to raise her." Yang Xiankang immediately waved his hand, "Please leave quickly and send the third sister back. She is so good at eating, I can't afford to raise her."

"What have you eaten?" Sima Ying asked again, "I can afford it."

"I drank a bowl of hot porridge, and I just donated a thousand taels of silver. In other words, this bowl of porridge is worth a thousand taels!" Although it was not Yang Xiankang's silver, he was still very distressed.