The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 40
The next morning, Zhuang Jiang got up early.

After being dressed up by a group of maids and women for a long while, they boarded the carriage with Qing Yan and headed for their destination today.

That will be hosting the Poetry Appreciation Party - Beicang Prime Minister's Mansion.

The carriage was comfortable, and the room was filled with incense, giving off a faint sense of comfort.

Zhuang Jiang leaned back against the carriage, his bright eyes were lightly closed, unable to open them no matter what.Those eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

She wore a lavender skirt, elegant and noble.

"Princess, according to your instructions, I sent Di Yun the best Jinchuang medicine this morning. General Zhuangqiu is very grateful to you."

Qingyan raised the curtain of the car and looked at the street outside the window.

Last night, their young lady was tough, punished Di Yun slightly, and subdued the five hundred elites in one fell swoop.No less surprised her.

Now those 500 people, starting from General Zhuangqiu, are all obedient to their young lady.

"My lord, are you listening to me?"

Qing Yan talked for a while, only to find that the girl behind her ignored her at all.Why did the lady suffer from lethargy again?
"Huh? What did you say? Say it again..."

Zhuang Jiang raised his head and said in a daze.At present, she still has half of the prestige she had in the martial arts field last night?

Qing Yan was speechless, and turned to say: "Princess Princess, Concubine Gong entered the palace again this morning, she must have no good intentions."

"I entered the martial arts arena, it's normal for her to be unable to sit still."

Zhuang Jiang didn't take it seriously, and seemed to finally wake up for a moment.Gong Shuang and that Empress, she really had to guard against them.

"Princess, the prime minister's mansion is almost here."

Qing Yan looked out of the car window, and the imposing mansion was faintly visible not far away.Looking at it, there are many BMW cars parked in front of the mansion.

This poetry appreciation party is really lively.

"By the way, Qingyan," Zhuang Jiang rubbed his eyes, sleepy, as if he remembered something. "Will Mo Linyuan come?"

Hearing this, Qingyan's almond eyes suddenly showed a smirk, looked at Zhuang Jiang with a thief, and said with a small mouth:

"I knew you would ask, this time I deliberately remembered His Highness the Ninth Prince."

"Speak human." Zhuang Jiang raised her eyebrows, she wanted to listen to the back.

Qing Yan wept, reluctantly said: "His Highness the Ninth Prince doesn't like to recite poems and poems, so he wouldn't come to this kind of place. But, the crown prince will come."

"Oh."

Zhuang Jiang nodded, losing all interest in this place for a moment.No matter how loud Qingyan was, she didn't say anything more.

Clearing the smoke, crying...

Finally, the carriage stopped.Qing Yan went down first and raised the curtain of the car, and helped Zhuang Jiang to the ground.

But by coincidence, when they got out of the car, they saw a lot of children from aristocratic families standing in front of the door, both male and female, it was very lively.

Among the crowd, there were two figures that were extremely conspicuous, and they were the center of the crowd.

Among them, Zhuang Jiang knew the handsome man in the bright yellow python robe.Isn't it the white-eyed wolf prince, Mo Jincheng who still wants to get her ideas?

Therefore, Zhuang Jiang's eyes fell more on the girl in white skirt beside Mo Jincheng.

The white skirt is picturesque, and the eyebrows are like autumn water.The woman's skin is fair and can be broken by blowing bombs, and the mist in her pair of watery eyes seems to reveal warmth and tenderness.

Every gesture is elegant and generous, with a hint of elegance and gracefulness.She is a handsome young lady from a scholarly family, and a sought-after lady from everyone.

Seeing the flattering people around, Zhuang Jiang already knew.

This woman who looks slightly longer than her should be Shen Qingdai, the number one talented woman in Bei Cang that Steward Yang said.

And she didn't go up to watch, just gave a hutch, and entered the prime minister's mansion with a clear smoke.

"Let's go, we cleaned up those sluts earlier, let's go play with my elder brother Linyuan."

(End of this chapter)