When Dongfang Jing came out from the east chamber, Zongzheng Fusu, who had been reading documents in the front hall, couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
This makeup looks familiar.
"Master, the carriage is ready, it's time to go." Liu Feng reminded.
"En." Zongzheng Fusu snorted, counting it as a promise.
Two servant girls helped Dongfang Jing into the carriage. Dongfang Jing took off her disguise and was just thinking about taking a nap when Zongzheng Fusu squeezed in.
Dongfang Jing's brows could not help but knit into a ball.
Zongzheng Fusu glanced at her indifferently, "Newlyweds are traveling in separate cars, which is inconsistent with etiquette."
His few simple words counted as explanations.
Immediately, he walked to Dongfang Jing's side and sat side by side with her.
Dongfang Jing moved her body to put a bowl of water away from him.
Zongzheng Fusu frowned under that ghost mask. She really wanted to do this to him, and avoided it
From Prince Gong's Mansion to the Imperial Palace, the distance is not short or long, but Dongfang Jing practiced medicine all night and was extremely exhausted. She was only one street away and already dozed off.
Zongzheng Fusu sat upright, staring ahead, without saying a word.
Just at this time, his shoulders softened, and Dongfang Jing's warm little head hit his arm, and the hairpin on her head also slipped down because of the bumps on the road, and her long black hair was spread out freely like this Come on, the hair slipped into Zongzheng Fusu's neck, and just happened to fall on the skin of his chest, it was cool and even itchy.
Zongzheng Fusu shuddered all over his body, he didn't know what it was like, he just felt that it was unusual... special.
"Hey..." He stretched out his hand and pushed Dongfang Jing beside him, trying to shake her awake.
Dongfang Jingxu was so sleepy that she didn't respond at all.
When Zongzheng Fusu saw her slightly pale lips, he felt pity for her in an instant, and instead of shaking her, he straightened her head so that she could rest on his chest so that she could sleep more comfortably .
"My lord! It's here!"
A horse neighed outside the car window, and Dongfang Jing suddenly woke up from her sleep, and found herself leaning on Zongzheng Fusu's chest, she was startled, and quickly sat up straight.
"Hold... sorry." She lowered her voice.
For a long time, there was no sound from the people beside him. Dongfang Jing probed over, only to find that the person beside her was also taking a nap with downcast eyes. Dongfang Jing patted her chest as if frightened, and took a breath.
Zongzheng Fusu's knuckles twitched, the face under the ghost mask kept secret.
As soon as Dongfang Jing and Zongzheng Fusu got off the carriage, they saw two other carriages parked at the gate of the palace.
Zhongli Yuyan and Yu Chimo got off one of the carriages and glanced in Dongfang Jing's direction as a demonstration. In another carriage, Shen Jiayu and Dongfang Lingxi were traveling together. Dongfang Jing's eyes couldn't help but narrowed into a line, looking at her two eyes, it was as cold as ice thorns.
Once Rong's death, the junior sister's revenge will be counted as revenge. But the great enmity between her and Wuyou has not yet been avenged!
Dongfang Lingxi and Shen Jiayu swayed under her nose, reminding her of her mother who died unjustly in the wild!
"The courtier's wife and the daughter have seen His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness Prince Gong, and Princess Gong." Shen Jiayu brought Dongfang Lingxi to salute them.
"Excuse me." Yu Chimo spoke out first.
"En." Zongzheng Fusu snorted as usual.
Only Dongfang Jing stared at them without saying a word, like looking at a monster.
"My lord, I remember that this plum garden banquet can only be attended by the wives and direct children of officials above the third rank." She turned her head to look at Zongzheng Fusu, and deliberately raised her voice, "When will even concubines be able to attend? !"
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