Yue Ju and Lan Ju were not far apart and took the same road back. Of course the two sisters would talk.
"Little sister, I heard that the eunuchs in the palace are very scary. Do you really want to go?" Zhuo Qinyue knew that her younger sister had always been timid, so she might have frightened her and stopped going.
Qin Lan nodded seriously: "Of course I want to go. I have always heard that Prince Jing is very powerful, capable of ruling the country with his literary skills, and able to bring peace to the world with his military skills. I have long wanted to meet such a person."
Qin Yue bit her lip, if she let Qin Lan meet Prince Jing, she would definitely fall in love with him, just like she did, she secretly expressed her love to Prince Jing after only meeting him once, and her lovesickness was so deep that it penetrated her bones.
"Prince Jing is a prince, so you can't just see him if you want. Besides, men and women may not be able to sit at the same table at banquets in the palace. Maybe we have to drink at a separate table in the harem, let alone Prince Jing. You can't see any princes or princes nearby, it's so boring."
Although Qin Lan is two years younger than Qin Yue, she is not stupid. She knows very well what Qin Yue has in mind. She couldn't help but smile and said: "Sister, don't you want to go? I will tell dad to go and ask him to take only I'll go alone."
When Qin Yue saw Qin Lan turn around and leave, she quickly grabbed her and said anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I don't want to go?"
Qinlan looked surprised: "Didn't the eldest sister just say that the banquet was boring and advised me not to go?"
Qin Yue frowned and glared at Qin Lan, who was two years younger than her but had a very cunning personality. She said helplessly: "I'm just afraid that you will be bored. You are usually loose and active. That kind of situation is not suitable for you. I don't have anything else to do." the meaning of."
Qin Lan let out a long sigh: "So that's it. My sister misunderstood my sister and thought that she didn't want to go. But don't worry, sister, I will definitely not embarrass our Zhuo family. I can endure it no matter how boring it is."
Zhuo Qinyue's persuasion ended like this. It had no effect at all, and it almost got Qinlan offended.
In Yaofuyuan, Zhuo Zhonghai had changed out of his Chinese clothes and put on plain clothes. He was sitting in the study reading documents. Chang Meifeng walked in slowly with a tray and said with a smile: "Master, I give you my concubine." I've stewed a cup of ginseng soup, please drink it while it's hot."
Zhuo Zhonghai didn't even raise his eyebrows, he just said "oh" softly and accepted.
Chang Meifeng has long been accustomed to this kind of situation. After being married for more than ten years, she has changed from a delicate and sweet girl to a fat woman today. Fine lines have also appeared on her forehead and eyes unknowingly. She is white and tender. Her smooth skin no longer has the luster of the past, her beauty has faded, and her beauty has faded away. Can she still expect her husband to be as obsessed with her as he was then
The girl put the ginseng soup on the small table beside her and stepped away. The boy who was waiting beside Zhuo Zhonghai to serve Bi Mo also stepped back in recognition. In the huge room, the only sound left was the breathing of the two of them. Zhuo Zhong The sound of Hai reading, and the rustling sound of Chang Meifeng grinding ink.
Zhuo Zhonghai raised the corners of his eyes, glanced at Chang Meifeng lightly, and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Chang Meifeng pursed her lips and smiled lightly, raising her eyebrows that should have been charming but now slightly swollen, and said with a smile: "What? I am rubbing ink for you, does that mean you have something to say?"
Zhuo Zhonghai didn't want to accept her angry behavior and was tired of it: "Just go out if you have nothing to do."
Chang Meifeng's delicate smile was slightly stagnant, and she said with a dry smile: "My husband really loves to joke, I just came here, but I can't bear to leave." She stopped rubbing the ink, put her hands on Zhuo Zhonghai's shoulders, and took her time. Feng kneading, Zhuo Zhonghai closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort.