Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 322 New Year's Eve
Jun Chuyue was completely unaware of what happened in the Ming Luo Empire.

The medical clinic she opened in the capital is now on the right track, but because she is not short of money, she does not need to make a living from it, so basically she spends three days fishing and two days drying the net, unless someone with a serious illness seeks medical treatment, Otherwise, they will close their doors and go out of business every now and then.

Or take advantage of the fine weather to go into the mountains with a medicine basket on your back to collect herbs; or simply nest in the house, holding the stove while enjoying the meticulous service of a certain man, while lazily admiring the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the house.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

The coming year is sure to be another good one.

Time passed quickly, and it was the New Year in the blink of an eye. According to the usual practice, there would be another celebration in the palace on New Year's Eve, and she, the adopted daughter of the emperor, should also be there.

As dusk approached, a carriage from the palace picked her up with Murong Fengyuan. It was night, and there was singing and dancing on the high platform. She couldn't help but recall the Mid-Autumn Festival night a few months ago——

At that time, she was still mixed in among the folk performance groups that entered the palace to perform, just like the singers and dancers on the high stage at the moment; but now she has already sat in the seat that only the princes and nobles can attend, and has become one of the spectators.

The so-called time has changed, probably so.

She thought, while taking a sip from the wine glass that Murong Fengyuan handed over, the wine in the palace is all high-grade, extremely sweet but not easy to intoxicate, after a few glasses of wine, her body will feel warm, and she can't help but to The cloak he was wearing took off.

"hot?"

"Well, there are some."

"Then stop drinking and eat some fruit." Murong Fengyuan said as he picked out the fruit plate, picked up a bunch of grapes with his long fingers and began to peel them one by one. Jun Chuyue was naturally happy and relaxed, after all, she didn't need it at all. Do it, just open your mouth when the crystal clear grapes after peeling are handed over.

The warm scene between the two of them caught people's attention after a short while.

All of a sudden, I heard a smiling female voice: "The relationship between Princess Mingyue and her son-in-law is really close to each other, which makes people envious. Your Majesty, my concubine heard that Princess Mingyue used to be a saint in the Ming Luo Empire. Every year at the Spring Festival, we will perform sacrificial dances to pray for the country, and tonight is New Year’s Eve, the day when we get rid of filth and clothe new ones, I wonder if my concubines have this blessing right now, have you seen the legendary sacrificial dances?”

Jun Chuyue raised her eyes upon hearing the sound.

It was Concubine Yu, the third prince's birth mother who spoke. Because her mother's family was very powerful, her words often carried weight, but on this occasion, she said such words...

Jun Chuyue unconsciously raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile, and her eyes turned to the Emperor Zhongzhong, as if waiting for his response.

The emperor's face was naturally not very good-looking.

After all, he adopted this adopted daughter, not only canonized the princess but also entered the genealogy, he also said that she was on an equal footing with the golden branches and jade leaves present, but you asked her to perform like an actor on the stage, this is not clearly demeaning on purpose Is someone uncomfortable with his identity? !

Snapped!
Without raising his head, Murong Fengyuan put the wine cup in his hand heavily on the desk, and didn't say anything, but others could tell at a glance that he was angry.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, and there was a dark tide.

The fourth prince Lian Muqiu was a little worried, but there were quite a few people who had the same thoughts as Concubine Yu, so they looked at him more with a malicious look.

Xin Dao said that he is just a commoner now, and he can only sit here because he is married to Jun Chuyue. He is at the bottom of the tail and has no right to speak, yet he dares to show his face to others...

I don't care what other people think, but the emperor has always had the intention of recruiting him, and although Concubine Yu's mother's family is powerful, they belong to foreign relatives after all.

And the second prince has grown up for a long time, even though he didn't say anything, he knew that Concubine Yu's mother's family was supporting the second prince to win the throne, which made him always feel uncomfortable——

In any case, he is not dead yet, how can he allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the couch? !
Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the emperor finally chose to speak for his adopted daughter: "Okay, Concubine Yu, there is no such custom of dancing in Xiling, so let's stop talking about this matter and concentrate on watching the performance on the stage." .”

"But the concubine..."

Seeing what Concubine Yu wanted to say despite her mother's family's power, the emperor's voice suddenly sank: "Concubine Yu!"

Seeing this, Jun Chuyue finally smiled.

The laughter attracted everyone's attention, and Concubine Yu said displeasedly, "Princess Mingyue, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, Concubine Yu is too worried."

Just when everyone's gazes were cast on Jun Chuyue's face, the expression on Jun Chuyue's face had returned to calm, and he replied politely and distantly: "It's just that the sacrificial dance is not an ordinary dance. It is used for worshiping gods in the Ming Luo Empire. Before the dance, the high priest needs to go up to the altar and burn incense to pray, if not, the gods might be wrathed, and then we don’t know if Concubine Yu can bear it.”

Since the other party said explicitly and secretly that she was not worthy of being here, then she treated her as her own, implying that she was not worthy of enjoying the sacrificial dance, and at the same time pushed her to the forefront.

Sure enough, when the emperor heard that it would arouse the wrath of the gods, his face darkened even more: "Concubine Yu, the one who looks at you well, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Concubine Yu was angry, but she could only keep her mouth shut resentfully. The queen naturally took the opportunity to smooth things over when she saw it. She spoke in a decent and comfortable manner, which was much higher than Concubine Yu's level. The emperor looked pale and held the queen Both hands: "It's still the empress who knows my heart well."

The celebration of New Year's Eve lasted until midnight.

Seeing that it was already too late, Jun Chuyue and Murong Fengyuan stayed in Yaoguang Palace. The palace was no better than outside. Thinking of the rare opportunity, Jun Chuyue went to the soup pool to take a flower petal bath before coming out. The clear water came out of hibiscus. When I come back, it will inevitably be another night of Spring Festival.

Early the next morning, the palace maid who came to wait for Jun Chuyue to get up and change clothes was rudely kicked out by the majestic son-in-law.

Jun Chuyue, with long hair reaching her waist, was leaning halfway in front of the table and looking through the window lattice at the two maidservants who turned pale and fled away in fright, she couldn't help laughing: "Why did you drive the maidservants away, don't you even eat their jealousy?" No?"

"How can you be jealous because of your husband?" Murong Fengyuan glanced at her, came over and stood behind her: "It's just that it's just that serving Madam is something that can't be done with false hands."

As he spoke, he picked up the comb with one hand, held up a strand of her black hair with the other, and combed it all the way down. After a while, it was tied into a simple bun, and he took the hairpin from the woman's hand, and inserted it gently.

Jun Chuyue looked in the mirror and saw the man leaning down to embrace her from behind, a faint smile appeared in her phoenix eyes: "Why, the skill of being a husband is not worse than those maidservants, right?"

(End of this chapter)