The next day, Luo Qingchen slept until noon before getting up.
Probably because Feng Qianche lit some soothing incense for her last night, she slept particularly peacefully that night.
She didn't wake up until the next day.
Hong'er prepared the clothes for her and opened the wooden window. When the breeze blows, a few light pink petals fall into the room, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.
"How can there be peach blossoms in this weather?" Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, a faint doubt flashing in his eyes.
Logically speaking, in this deep winter season, wintersweet should be the only thing.
"Girl, today is my birthday. He specially ordered people to go to the peach grove ten miles away and transplant more than a dozen peach trees." Hong'er chuckled and said, "Slave, please dress the girl, and then we can go to the front hall. ”
"Okay." Luo Qingchen nodded gently, with shallow thoughts lingering in her mind.
Could it be that Feng Qianche transplanted the peach blossom specifically because of the story she told
No, it shouldn't be possible.
After listening to the story, he pretended to sigh and shook his head: "A story is just a story and has nothing to do with reality."
It should be impossible for Feng Qianche to know that this story is related to her.
Peach blossom, it should be just a coincidence!
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, she took a look at herself in the mirror, with expectant eyes and a sweet smile.
The original owner was really a beauty. With her hair combed back, she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. She didn't look like a woman who had been married to someone else for three years.
She also felt slightly sorry for her, after all, three years of youth were given to a man who didn't love her.
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Feng Qianche's birthday party started at noon, and there was an endless stream of people entering the East Palace with greeting cards.
Feng Qianche, who never liked liveliness, seemed to have invited everyone with some influence in the previous court and back court this time, including Rong Sen, the Minister of Household Affairs, and his son Rong Muling.
At the same time, Rong Mansion.
Rong Muling stayed up all night and was hungover, so he seemed to be in poor spirits.
His father Rong Sen also looked a little old, probably because too many things had happened during this period.
After the Luo family's daughter committed suicide by jumping into a lake, there was no trace of her. The decades-long friendship between the two families was severed.
Coupled with the exposure of the assassination of the prince, most of the forces supporting the Ninth Prince were weakened.
Even if the Ninth Prince was lucky enough to escape from the incident, Emperor Feng issued an order to put him under house arrest.
The Rong family had suffered two turmoils in succession, and as they were not His Highness the Crown Prince, they never thought that they would be invited to the Crown Prince's birthday.
Therefore, when accepting the invitation, Rong Sen was so happy.
This might be his best chance to win over the prince, and the prince also specially sent two invitations this time.
One copy is signed by him, and the other copy is signed by his son Rong Muling.
In his eyes, this was a sign that the prince wanted to give them a chance regardless of past grudges.
Nowadays, the Rong family is at the forefront of the storm, and such opportunities must be seized.
"Today is the prince's birthday. Let's quickly organize it and enter the East Palace with my father." Rong Sen glanced at Rong Mu Ling, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
"Prince?" Rong Muling squinted his eyes and said with a flash of doubt: "Our family has never had any contact with the prince. He never invited us when he held banquets in the palace in the past years. Why did he invite us to the East Palace this year? ?”
Since the Rong family supported the Ninth Prince, he was very confused about the prince's invitation.
Logically speaking, the current situation of the Ninth Prince should be eliminated quickly for those of them who followed the Ninth Prince before... (To be continued)