After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 69
The soft sedan chair woven with bamboo and rattan, supported by a pergola, is spacious and comfortable.

A handsome and gentle man was sitting on it. In this hot weather, he was still wearing a two-layer brocade robe with interlaced lapels. His porcelain-white face was not rosy and hot.

Perhaps it was because of this sickness that he was five or six points like Chu Mu.

However, the birth of a queen and the birth of an unknown mother are different fates.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her elder brother.

"Well, I heard people say that the third prince probably won't survive 25..."

The girl in the yellow shirt sighed, but the expressions of several people in the pavilion changed drastically.

Even Xue Jinsi, who had been cheerful all the time, suppressed her smile, and said in a low voice, "Linglong, I think it's better for you to go to your mother's side."

"Ah?" The little girl didn't understand what taboo she had violated, and she still looked blank.

"Sit down." Qin Qixue opened her mouth, her beautiful face was as calm as usual, and there was a little helplessness in her eyes, "It's nothing serious, but such words should not be spread indiscriminately."

In just a short while, being reprimanded twice in succession, Linglong lowered her head, a little listless.

At this time, a court lady came in generously, saluted and said: "Please move to Deyang Hall, ladies and gentlemen."

The garden is lush and green, and there is a direct shortcut, so it is not hot.

She went through the information she had just learned, wondering whether it might be that in the battle for the heir apparent three years later, which prince could not win over and persecuted the Hou Mansion.

The more I thought about it, the more reasonable it became, and then I thought about it, and according to my father's upright temperament, it might also be hindering the interests of a certain powerful person.

The little head is in a mess, almost thinking with the wisdom of his life.

"Do you know about my sister's marriage discussion with the third prince?" whispered in his ear.

Subconsciously, "Huh?" Qin Qiyu thought she was ignorant, and said: "The empress is selected, and it is estimated that she is a certainty, and she cannot escape. So, Luo Linglong's nonsense is equivalent to saying that my sister will be a widow in the future."

Regarding this, she didn't want to make any further comments, so she casually said something perfunctory, and left naturally after entering the palace.

The position of Lord Hou is naturally close to the high seat, and he can look up at Long Yan when he raises his head.

She remembered the instructions of the servant girl in the mansion, and she knelt down with her eyes lowered, her wide sleeves half folded, and her hands on her knees.

Out of the corner of the eye, there are resplendent splendor and orderly figures.

There were hundreds of people sitting in the huge hall, but there was no noise.

Xingyan rolled her eyes, and was about to look around quietly, only to hear a thick voice with a smile:
"It's rare for Marquis Xuanwu to bring his family to the palace banquet, why don't you introduce him?"

Seeing the tall figure standing in the front seat, she hurriedly drew a gourd.

On the left side, a touch of crescent white is the same.

"Return to the Holy One, this is the eldest son of the minister, Chu Mu, and the fourth daughter, Yun Jiuqing, congratulating the prince on his wedding."

Chu Chun's voice was deep and without any waves.

She suddenly wanted to know what kind of expression Emperor Yuan Shuo had when he saw his own son.

Boldly, he raised his eyelids and spied away.

On the high platform, there is a long table with carved patterns and jade plates, which are full of delicacies.

There are three or four beautiful family members on each side of the country. They are fat, swallows and thin, each showing its beauty.

The first person was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, his eyebrows were like mountains, and his eyes were piercing.

The cheerful expression diluted the intimidating appearance, as if he was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

The eyes swept across the thin young man without stopping, but collided with her gaze.

Startled, she instinctively raised the corners of her lips.

Jun Wenyi was taken aback for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha... What a clever and cute little girl, Yun Lang will be the spirit of the sky, I must be pleased."

Chu Chun maintained a respectful posture, and said calmly: "The little girl is used to being loose and doesn't know the rules. I hope the emperor will not blame her."

The noble man slightly raised his hand, and the serving eunuch immediately stepped back, and took a brocade box after a while.

"This string of wreaths is brightly colored and perfectly matches the little girl."

When she received her father's gaze, she hurriedly knelt down and said crisply, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

Emperor Yuan Shuo was busy, and after a few chats, he turned to meet the envoys who had met him.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Mu was never mentioned.

(End of this chapter)