"As the daughter of the royal family, troubled times are used to negotiate peace, while peaceful times are a tool for the royal family to reward ministers. This has been the case since ancient times. wWw!Qunaben!COmAlthough Murong Xiu is favored by the emperor, this birthday is still not worthy of mention. The element of recruiting a consort must be avoided. At the age of sixteen, most daughters of ordinary families are already married. What's more, Murong Xiu's mother is Concubine Lian, and her status as a princess is of great use in the eyes of others. It’s big!”
Rourou sighed: "It turns out that the princess is so unhappy."
Xiao Yueye scraped her nose and said with a smile: "Don't worry. That girl Murong Xiu is smart and reserved, with a delicate heart, and she is definitely not someone who can be manipulated by others. I am worried about what to give as a gift now. What kind of gift?”
Yin Caiju timidly said, "Can't we just give you something nice?"
Xiao Yueye shook her head and explained with a smile: "At the princess birthday banquet, there must be many people giving gifts. My gift is too good, so it will definitely be tabooed. But if the gift is average, I promised to give a big gift that day. Yes. Oh, I have a headache!”
Xiao Yueye really had some doubts about whether this girl said that on purpose to put herself in a dilemma.
The little sweater in Yansha's hand was gradually taking shape. She compared it in her mind with a smile, then shook her head and started changing it again.
Seeing Xiao Yueye thinking hard about what kind of gift to give, Mrs. Xiao curled her lips and pointed out with a smile: "Ye'er, as a six-door catcher, even if you participate in the birthday banquet, you will only sit at the bottom. Even if there is anything It’s not your turn to come forward during the ceremony.”
That's right, Xiao Yueye snapped her fingers and stuffed her gift into the middle anyway. Who would know except Murong Xiu? ! In this way, even if you give a big gift, you don't have to worry about others being jealous.
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Three days later, it was finally time for Murong Xiu's birthday banquet. It turns out that a princess's sixteenth birthday party is usually held as a family banquet. However, because of the additional element of selecting a son-in-law and Murong Liuyun's favor, a special event was held, and some important courtiers and family members were invited to participate.
The princess' birthday banquet cannot be simple. In addition, the princess's grandfather was the prime minister of the dynasty, and she was deeply favored by the emperor. She was also the sibling sister of the eldest prince, so her birthday party was naturally very grand.
The stage has been set up a long time ago, and the participating officials are sitting at the banquet. Because the time has not yet come, everyone is sitting and watching the jubilant acrobatics on the stage, and some people cheer from time to time.
In this era, there is only so much entertainment. Xiao Yueye sat at a table with Ouyang Xiaohua, Zhuge Xiaodao, and other unknown officials, all a little bored.
In the eyes of these ministers, the wonderful and thrilling acrobatics were no less than children playing house to Xiao Yueye and others. When these officials and ministers exclaimed at the spinning of several knives in other people's hands, Xiao Yueye and Ouyang Xiaohua almost fell on the table.
Having said that, Xiao Yueye looked at Song Hu who was sitting on a table not far away. Hey, there was nothing he could do about it. Although Xiao Yueye was a grade higher than him, his treatment was very different.
It's also good to have a backstage. Who doesn't know now that Song Hu, Song Chuan's favorite son, is also General Zhang Dehai's most valued subordinate. With these two identities, even though he is only a fifth-grade guerrilla general, there are many people around him who are of a higher grade than him, but who carefully accompany him when talking.
"When will dinner be served? I'm almost starving to death." Ouyang Xiaohua lay softly on the table and wailed in a low voice.
Zhuge Xiaodao snorted and turned his face to the side, as if he didn't recognize this person. Xiao Yueye also quickly moved her buttocks to keep her distance. As for the other people, each one is more arrogant than the other, and their noses are raised higher than the other.
This guy doesn't care about the occasion, it's really embarrassing. Did you come here just to eat? Did you skip breakfast specifically just for this meal
However, Xiao Yueye glanced sideways and saw that the people sitting next to her seemed to be young masters. Looking at the official uniforms they are wearing, the highest grade is only fifth grade, but their arrogance is more arrogant than the other. Is there something fishy
Poking at the weak Ouyang Xiaohua, the latter raised his head and glanced, and said in a low voice like Shu Jiazhen: "The first one on your left is the second son of the Shaoqing of Sinong Temple. He is twenty-six this year. Then there is the younger brother of the Imperial Academy. , followed by the eldest son of the Governor of Kuiyuan Province, the third son of Zhongshu Shilang, and the last one is the youngest son of the Grand Scholar of Hanlin Pavilion. Although these guys are all junior officials, they all have different family backgrounds. There are five or six of them, they are probably here for the position of Prince Consort. Huh, that is simply stupid. How could they sit with us if they had any hope?"
Xiao Yueye felt so sweaty in her heart! What does "If they have hope, how can they sit with us?"? Is it possible that the three of you can't get on the stage
Ouyang Xiaohua seemed to have seen through Xiao Yueye's thoughts, showing a strange smile, and explained "kindly": "This princess must be the first wife when she gets married, so you are excluded. And this handsome boy is well-known in the capital, and There is no force behind it. Is it possible for the emperor to entrust his daughter to me? As for our brother Xiaodao, he is known as a cold-faced man and looks like a piece of ice to everyone. Although his grandfather is Zhuge, no one would marry his daughter to an ice cube. ?”
Xiao Yueye nodded to express understanding. He took a sip of tea and continued to watch the more boring sideshows on the stage.
But at this moment, there was another scene in the harem. On her daughter's 16th birthday, Concubine Lian, who is the most motherly Princess Mo, naturally dressed her up happily and said with a smile: "We Xiu'er, the older we get, the more beautiful we are. Whoever marries you will have to spend eight lifetimes cultivating her." Blessing comes.”
Murong Xiu was indeed dressed more delicately than a flower at the moment. At the age of sixteen, she was originally youthful and invincible. Coupled with the double-moon bun on her head, she is noble and has the cuteness of a daughter. The body is dressed in light colors with seven-color quicksand and many treasures, which is elegant, elegant and unconventional. She was not covered in jewels like most people, she just wore two South Sea black pearls, a golden butterfly hairpin on her head, and randomly pinned it on her body with light-colored accessories, and she was dressed up like that.
Mrs. Mo looked at her daughter with satisfaction, thought for a moment and said, "Here, put on a little rouge. Today, what kind of young master can't seduce our Xiu'er's three souls and seven souls!"
"Mother Concubine!" Murong Xiu stomped her feet shyly, her face turning pink.
Mrs. Mo smiled, spun her daughter around a few times, and then nodded: "Okay. Xiu'er, today is not only your birthday banquet, it's also about the important matter of choosing your son-in-law. Your father has always doted on you. , I said it is up to you to choose. But I want to tell you that this is a major event in your life, and you must be careful. I will guide you when the time comes to attend the banquet. It’s for you to see.”
Murong Xiu smiled lightly and nodded, but the smile on her face did not extend to her eyes.
"You have been well-behaved and sensible since you were a child, so my mother and concubine can rest assured. Hey, if your royal brother was as good as you, my mother and concubine would not have to worry."
The mother and daughter talked about some more topics. Basically, Mo was talking and Murong Xiu was listening.
"Well, the mother-in-law has to go to the Queen Mother's place. You and Mei'er can have a chat. The maid will call you to sit down later."
Mr. Mo twisted his waist slightly and smiled, his infinite charm spreading out. Next to her, Song Mei'er and a group of servants hurriedly squatted and said, "Congratulations to the noble concubine."
After letting the palace maids and maids go down, Song Meier stepped forward, stood behind Murong Xiu, sighed and said, "Today is your sixteenth birthday party, why are you not happy?"
Murong Xiu's smile suddenly fell in front of Mr. Mo. She looked at herself in the mirror and said with a bitter smile: "Should I be happy? Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel like I am a piece of merchandise. Waiting to be sold!”
Song Meier had known Murong Xiu for many years, so he naturally knew what she was thinking. She sighed and said, "Xiu'er, this is inevitable in the royal family. It's okay for you. After all, the emperor is very kind to you and promised to let you choose your own son-in-law."
Murong Xiu smiled faintly: "Yes, fortunately, my father is sincerely good to me. In the eyes of my mother-in-law, my grandfather, and my uncle, maybe I am just someone who can stabilize their status. Tool. They are my blood relatives, but Brother Xiao, Sister Rourou, Sister Yan and Meier are so kind to me. This is really funny."
"Hey, Xiu'er, isn't this the case for our daughter's family, especially the daughter's family who was born into a wealthy family? At least you still have the right to choose freely. When it comes to me, I'm afraid I can only let my father decide."
Murong Xiu turned around, looked at Song Meier's somewhat sad look, and said with a smile: "Maybe Song Shangshu will point you to Brother Xiao as a concubine, and you will be happy."
Song Meier's face suddenly turned red and she said coyly, "What are you talking about?"
"Still talking nonsense? Do you think I can't tell that you like Brother Xiao?"
Song Meier hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, raised her head and said, "Yes, I like Brother Xiao. Don't you like him? Marrying him as a concubine is better than most people's wives!"
Murong Xiu was stunned, then showed a smile of wisdom: "I don't like Brother Xiao. I really regard him as a brother. Maybe you find it strange, although I also admit that Brother Xiao is the type I admire. , but I really have no feelings for him at all. Brother Xiao values the distance between people in his heart, and few people can get into his heart. Mei'er, it's not me. You Leng Shui, I think Brother Xiao treats you just like ordinary people. Even if Song Shangshu proposes marriage in the future, Brother Xiao will not agree. "
There was a trace of sadness on Song Mei'er's face, but she still smiled: "I know. But Xiu'er, although I like him, I have never thought of marrying him."
"Why?" (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)