Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 70

Liu Dequan said with a smile: "Hey, the third prince is too polite. The servant is an incomplete person. The third prince thinks highly of him. If you call the servant a big brother, the servant is already flattered. How can I stand such an honorable gift from the third prince? Who doesn't know how easy it is to find gold objects in Cuijinfang?" Liu Dequan looked at the golden melon seeds in his palm, which were full and shining, and his eyes already showed joy.

Shangguanxi said with a smile: "Hey, big brother Dequan has helped Shangguanxi a lot. I don't respect such a small thing."

Liu Dequan looked at Che Huan who had gone away and said in a low voice: "The emperor is quite annoyed by the fact that several ministers recommended the second prince Shangguan Che as the crown prince these days, and the empress recently specifically asked the emperor to appoint the ninth prince as the crown prince. Therefore, the emperor has exhausted himself mentally and physically for the establishment of the crown prince these few days, so this Peach Blossom Festival is a good time for you to make contributions, the third prince, and the emperor is also very happy today, the prince is very scheming today."

Shangguan Xi nodded: "Then I would like to thank Brother Dequan, Xi will definitely organize this Peach Blossom Festival well."

"Eunuch, the emperor is calling you." Liu Dequan hurriedly agreed to leave.

The tender cold locks the dream because of the cold spring, the fragrant air envelops people because of the fragrance of flowers, and the new willow forms a covered bridge, swaying with the wind.Catkins are flying all over the sky, and there is still a faint fragrance.

The beauty rolls the bead curtain, sits deeply and frowns.But seeing the wet tears, I don't know who to hate.

The guzheng in the Bichun Courtyard was leisurely, and there was an ethereal singing voice, and there seemed to be some laughter. Mo Li walked into the Bichun Courtyard cautiously, and saw several dancers wearing pink sleeves. With a voice, she danced her water sleeves, tapped her slender feet, and twisted her slender waist.

"Stop, Xiao Ai, you missed two more laps. If this continues, I will change the lead dancer's seat." The plump woman standing next to the guzheng reprimanded her.

The long sleeves fell to the ground like peach petals, and Xiao Ai complained, "Oh, mother, you don't know that I've been hungry for two days, how can I have the strength to dance?"

Xiao Ai's pink face was wrinkled into a bun, and she sat down on the ground: "It was you who said you wanted to go to the palace to have a look, so I let you lead the dance. Look at your waist and you don't know it. I thought you were pregnant."

Xiao Ai rubbed her ankle: "Also, which unlucky choreographer choreographed this dance, why are there so many arcs, it makes me dizzy and my feet hurt." Xiao Ai simply lay on the ground and kicked her feet back and forth: "I don't care, I won't dance anymore, I'm hungry, I want to eat."

As soon as Mo Li heard someone shouting for hunger, he ran over regardless of the pain in his leg: "I, I am Mo Li, the cook sent by the mansion. May I ask who is Mother Peony here?"

The woman looked up at Mo Li and said in surprise: "Fu Rong, why are you here?" Then she shook her head: "No, no, Fu Rong shouldn't be so young."

Mo Li once heard her mother say that she used to have several good sisters when she was in a leisurely and elegant residence. Mo Li smiled and said, "Furong is the common name of the servant's mother."

Peony walked up to Mo Li and looked up and down carefully: "Like, but not like, you are a bit more beautiful than your mother at that time, how is your mother now? She is doing well. ?”

Mo Li said with a smile: "Mother is fine now, she has become a monk in Jing'an Nunnery, and she is dedicated to Buddha."

(End of this chapter)