The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 221 Banquet
She was no stranger to this gold hairpin, the empress had worn it on her head before, and it was not very expensive, but the jewelry that the empress had worn at the state banquet had an inexplicable meaning.

The queen has become a fine person, and she will not understand what kind of disturbance this golden hairpin will cause.

Song Qingshan strode over to Shi'an Garden, just in time to see Li Rong's heartbroken tears bursting into tears. The sight of tears rushing down made him feel distressed, and there was a little anger on his normally serious face.

Holding him in his arms, he comforted him softly: "Don't worry, no one can force us, Yu'er!"

Song Xieyu looked at her parents tired and crooked, and felt a little uncomfortable. She was stuffed with a handful of dog food, but she was also relieved to see her parents becoming more and more loving.

Song Qingshan is the king of the palace, with his comfort and promise, Li Rong's mood also stabilized,

A few maids in Yuanjia waited on Li Rong to wash her face, and the three of them talked together for a while, probably because Song Qingshan and Song Xieyu, father and daughter, coaxed Li Rong to be happy, which made her forget about the troubles in the palace. An'an went to bed with peace of mind.

Song Qingshan has been busy running around these days, Li Rong couldn't bear him to be tossing back and forth between the study and Shi'an Garden so late, so he simply asked someone to rearrange the study so that Song Qingshan could rest in the study after finishing his political affairs.

"Yu'er, come to the study with Weifu, I want to ask your opinion on some things."

Song Xieyu responded, and followed Song Qingshan in small steps.

As soon as he arrived at the study, Song Qingshan sat at the head and waved to Song Xieyu to sit casually. He was still wearing an official uniform. He must have hurried over after hearing about the accident in Shi'anyuan.

"Bring some cakes and sweet water to the lady."

The servant came up quickly, presumably it was always on hand, Song Xieyu probably glanced at it, and it was all her favorite food.

The last time she came to the study, there was nothing here. Song Qingshan has a serious temper and strict rules. Eating is always not allowed in the study.

The current change, presumably, is a special case for her...

Song Xieyu's heart softened unconsciously.

"Yu'er, what do you think about the crown prince?" Song Qingshan had a Chinese character face, which was especially scary when he wasn't smiling, and looked at Song Xieyu with a frown, full of oppression.

Song Xieyu had mixed feelings in his heart. Song Qingshan's words meant that if she really had a deep affection for Xie Yang, Huaiyin Palace would do its best to help her.

It was the same in the previous life, even though she was so rebellious, her father, mother and brother did not give up on her.

How lucky she is to have Huaiyin Palace treat her so far.

Song Xieyu lowered his eyes, and the arc of his mouth was indifferent and alienated.

The Huaiyin Prince's Mansion has tried its best to help, but he, Xie Yang, is not worthy of it.

"Father, Yu'er hates Xie Yang."

Song Qingshan looked at his daughter's face full of disgust. These days, the stone in his heart was finally let go, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay! As expected of me, Song Qingshan's daughter! Bloody and discerning!"

"Tomorrow's Hundred Flowers Banquet, Yu'er, please follow your mother and don't have too much contact with the crown prince."

Song Xieyu returned to her yard, still shocked. Yuxian looked at the frowning of her princess, sighed, and said, "Princess, you have to get up early tomorrow, don't think about it."

Song Xieyu didn't think about it any more, and fell asleep peacefully.

On the second day, in the capital, Princess Anyang hosted a feast of flowers and invited all the female relatives to come to the mansion to enjoy the flowers.

When Princess Huaiyin arrived at Princess Anyang's mansion with Song Xieyu, there were only half of the people there. Only half of the guests arrived.

After saluting with Princess Anyang and others, Song Xieyu took Yushu's maidservants to Baihuayuan.

Song Xieyu had never paid much attention to those formalities. Fortunately, Princess Anyang and the others were not strict with etiquette. Song Xieyu breathed a sigh of relief when they arrived at Baihuayuan.

Anyang Princess Mansion was established under the personal supervision of the Holy Majesty and the Empress. Naturally, it is exquisite everywhere, and exotic flowers and plants can be seen everywhere. Close your eyes, and the fragrance of flowers will melt into your body with your breath and spread to your limbs.

Song Xieyu enjoyed this rare quiet time.

After a while, there were bustling voices behind him, Song Xieyu pursed his lips, and his eyes returned to their usual clarity.

"Miss, it's His Royal Highness King Yong."

Yushu has a lively personality, so she couldn't hide her joy when she saw acquaintances in Princess Anyang's mansion.

Song Xieyu glanced at Yushu lightly, and the latter knew that she had acted inappropriately, so she hurriedly lowered her head and took a step back.

The hundred gardens seem to be peaceful and peaceful, but who knows how many pairs of eyes are staring at them in this dark place.

After sweeping and stepping back, King Yong had already walked in front of Song Xieyu, and several other women came with him.

Song Xieyu raised his eyes, the person in front of him was the focus of the crowd as always, and he could be seen accurately with just one glance.

"Changle."

"Hello, third brother."

In the cold tone, there was a kindness that others could not hear, but Xie Chu slightly softened his brows and eyes in this shout.

Xie Chu hadn't spoken yet, but one of the women beside him made a sound.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, why is Princess Changle ignoring us?"

Although it was a sweet voice, it was sharp, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Shen Zhaozhao.

Song Xieyu smiled slowly, the soft smile made Shen Zhaozhao shake his eyes a little bit unreasonably.

"Miss Shen was joking, I'll salute King Yong first, what's wrong?"

The words were soft, but every word was so clear that Shen Zhaozhao had no power to refute.

If she denied Song Xieyu's words, wouldn't there be no distinction between superiority and inferiority?

On the way to Baihuayuan, Shen Zhaozhao happened to be on the same road as Xie Chu. She was very happy and pleasant, but she was the only one looking for topics along the way, and Xie Chu always ignored her. Passing by, Xie Chu said no more than five words.

But after seeing Song Xieyu, Xie Chu showed a rare smile, which made Shen Zhaozhao jealous.

Shen Zhaozhao, who was sent to the army, smiled stiffly for a moment, gritted his silver teeth and could only reap the consequences.

Song Zhaozhao stopped talking, Song Xieyu averted his eyes boredly, they were standing among the flowers, the wind blew past, with slight water vapor, Song Xieyu subconsciously raised his hands to gather his clothes, and his body gradually felt cool.

"Why are you wearing so little?"

Xie Chu took a serious look at Song Xieyu's maid, who noticed the heavy gaze and lowered her head, not daring to answer.

"When I came here today, I felt a little hot, so I dressed cooler."

There is a smile in Song Xieyu's eyes, although Xie Chu looks like a stranger, but in terms of meticulous observation, who can compare with King Yong?
Song Xieyu didn't think there was anything wrong, she and Xie Chu were already close because of her father, and the two had been in contact several times, Xie Chu helped her a lot, so she naturally accepted Xie Chu's care .

(End of this chapter)