Mingxin Palace is right next to Mu Lianying's residence, which is equivalent to arranging a separate large house for Meng Ling, with a study, bedroom, etc.
After the palace maid cleaned up, Mu Lianying came here holding Meng Ling's little hand.
The room is very spacious and antique, with a girl's boudoir decoration, tables, chairs and dressing tables.
Knowing that this was her future bedroom, Meng Ling looked around with big eyes. Seeing that the bed was clean and tidy, and the curtains were all pink, she felt so happy that she subconsciously tightened her little hands.
Feeling her hand being squeezed, Mu Lianying knelt down, smoothed some of Meng Ling's hanging hair, and asked Wen Nuan: "What's wrong, isn't Ling'er dissatisfied? The aunt asked them to change again." "
"Auntie, Ling'er is satisfied." Meng Ling said softly, looking at the beautiful imperial concubine in front of her, a feeling of warmth arose in her heart.
Her big eyes were watery. She seemed to be thinking of her mother, and she boldly opened her arms: "Auntie. Hug."
The softness in Mu Lianying's heart was severely touched.
He held Meng Ling in his arms, stood up, and said softly: "Ling'er must be hungry. Let's go. Auntie will prepare something delicious for you."
"Yes." Meng Ling put her little hand around Mu Lianying's neck and refused to let go. In this strange Chang'an Palace, she seemed to have found her only relative, as if she was afraid of losing him.
During dinner.
"mother!"
Xiao Chen, Xiao Yuan's sixth son, returned home.
The little guy is dressed in brocade clothes, his hair is tied up with a jade hairpin, and his mother's flawless jade flute is pinned to his waist.
After Da Lieli sat down in front of the round table, he noticed the little girl opposite and couldn't help but wonder: "Mom, who is she?"
Mu Lianying was bringing the last portion of chicken soup to the table. In order to entertain Meng Ling, she cooked it herself today.
This little girl, the more I look at her, the more I like her. She is my future daughter-in-law.
Mu Lianying was very happy and sat down between the two little guys: "This is your sister Ling'er."
Well, Meng Ling is a few months older than Xiao Chen.
"I have an eldest sister, a third sister, and a fifth sister. How can I have a sister Ling'er?" Xiao Chen wondered.
"You brat, do you have some manners? Be careful your father slaps you again!" Mu Lianying pretended to be cold.
"Ah?" Xiao Chen panicked, and quickly stood up, bowed his hands, and saluted in a serious manner: "Hello, sister Ling'er, I am Xiao Chen."
Meng Ling also stood up in a hurry and returned the greeting: "Hello, Xiao Chen, I am Meng Ling."
The scene is quite interesting.
Mu Lianying, who was cold and cold, also smiled softly: "Sit down and eat."
After saying that, he picked up some dishes for the two little guys and told Xiao Chen: "Chen'er, Meng Ling just arrived here and is not familiar with the place. You are not allowed to bully her in the future. Do you hear me?"
"Oh" Xiao Chen responded, picking up his rice and looking at the opposite side curiously.
Meng Ling was the same, eating gracefully, his big eyes timid, but also full of curiosity.
The two little guys are still in love, and they still feel like childhood playmates.
If we were young, this would probably be considered a childhood sweetheart.
After dinner, when the palace maid came in to clean up, Mu Lianying took Meng Ling's little hand and said, "Ling'er will sleep with aunt tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Meng Ling nodded, getting very close to her.
"Auntie, I'll help you wash up later. We'll go to Chang'an Avenue tomorrow to buy some new clothes for Ling'er."
Mu Lianying said and started to drive Xiao Chen away: "After Chen'er goes back, don't forget to review your homework, but don't forget to review your homework, but don't be too late. You should rest before midnight."
"Mom!" Xiao Chen protested, suddenly feeling that he didn't feel like his biological son, Meng Ling was.
the other side.
Xiao Yuan was hosting a banquet in the palace. At the banquet were not only Min Yun, but also Sang Tu, the envoy from Beidi, and some ministers of the court.
In the center of the hall, a group of singers danced beautifully, their gauze sleeves flowing.
On both sides of the hall, everyone was changing glasses, and the atmosphere was lively.
Min Yun was in a very good mood and blushed a little after drinking. He raised his glass to Xiao Yuan who was directly above him and said: "I have the courage to offer a toast to your Majesty. In the minds of our people in southern Xinjiang, His Majesty the Emperor is the true king of the world, ruling over hundreds of millions." The people, and our great leader, also regard His Majesty the Emperor as the king."
"Okay! This glass of wine is dry!" Xiao Yuan was also very happy.
Min Yun raised his head and drank it all. He smacked his lips and said, "Your Majesty has so much to drink. I am already a little overwhelmed with alcohol."
"Haha, the messenger is too modest. I think you look like you will never get drunk after a thousand cups." Xiao Yuanle said.
"No, no, Your Majesty is joking."
Then, not to be outdone, Sangtu toasted respectfully and said some compliments.
Xiao Yuan did not refuse anyone who came, and then drank with all the ministers.
The banquet ended with laughter.
Fortunately, there was no morning meeting the next day, so Xiao Yuan slept until the morning.
"My husband is awake."
Gu Xue had just finished getting the toiletries ready.
While helping him take off his clothes, he said with a blushing face: "Last night, my husband pinched my wrist and it hurt."
Xiao Yuan was startled, and then he hugged her into his arms: "You blame me, blame me, then be gentle to Xue'er now"
"Husband, ugh, what are you doing?"
After exercising, it was almost lunch time, and Gu Xue's face turned red.
After having dinner with his wife, Xiao Yuan went to the study and began to review the memorial.
Time passed by minute by minute.
In the afternoon, Lin Chu asked to see him.
"Enter."
Xiao Yuan still had his head buried in his hands and wrote a large section of the memorial in Gaoyang County Magistrate's memorial, giving him a vague rebuke.
Lin Chu entered, knelt down and saluted: "See your majesty."
"No need to be polite, just tell me." Xiao Yuan closed the memorial and looked at him.
Lin Chu said: "As for the ghost clan, our people can only fumble around the edges. It will be very difficult to explore deeply."
There is no mutual trade between the two countries, and their appearance is different, so if the military aircraft battalion wants to enter the ghost city, they will definitely be discovered.
After Xiao Yuan pondered for a while, he said directly: "Then send a team of light cavalry to attack their border and see how the ghost tribe reacts."
"No!" Lin Chu accepted the order neatly.
After finishing the afternoon's government affairs, Xiao Yuan went to Mu Lianying's place.
During dinner, there were four people sitting at the round table, two older and two younger.
"Father." Xiao Chen saluted, very fearful.
"Your Majesty the Emperor." Meng Ling was equally timid, feeling that the Emperor of Qin in front of him had an indescribable majesty.
"Well, let's eat." Xiao Yuan asked with a smile: "Are Ling'er still used to living here?"
"Get used to it." Meng Ling held the porcelain bowl and secretly glanced at Xiao Yuan's face.
"That's good. If you have any requests, just ask the imperial concubine, you know." Xiao Yuan said, then looked at Xiao Chen: "And you, if you dare to bully Meng Ling, watch how I slap you!"
"My son did not bully Sister Ling'er!" Xiao Chen shouted aggrievedly.
"Smelly boy." Xiao Yuan rubbed his son's head happily.
night.
Xiao Yuan hugged Mu Lianying and said, "This future daughter-in-law is quite good."
"Well, the more I look at it, the more I like it." Mu Lianying said, and suddenly asked: "By the way, when will the Southern Xinjiang envoy leave."
"Just these two days, what's wrong?"
"I want to prepare some gifts for Ling'er's parents."
"Tsk, giving a betrothal gift so soon? The child is still young, why are you in a hurry?"
"No, it's a matter of etiquette."
"Okay, just worry about it."
Xiao Yuan said, feeling a little happy again: "I suddenly discovered that after becoming a mother, you have changed a bit. Where is that otherworldly, cold and cold Saintess of the Snow Clan?"
Mu Lianying didn't answer, she just pinched him.
It's not your fault
(End of chapter)
