I became an exiled convict after we got married

Chapter 58 Plan ahead
Wan Qiuyu is wearing a pink veil skirt that drags the floor. The color of the skirt is like smoke and clouds, transparent and gorgeous. There is a green tulle on her arm, and a delicate peony flower is inserted between her temples.

The eyebrows are open and charming, and the green temples are full of spring smoke.

Even Princess Anyang and the Eighth Princess, who were used to seeing beauties, were stunned for a moment.

"I've met the two princesses," Wan Qiuyu said after saluting, "I heard that the two princesses and the third sister are bored together, so His Highness specially invited you to go to Zhuangzi to listen to an opera together tomorrow. His Highness has invited the theater troupe, and There are quite a few guests, it should be very lively, in the scorching summer, if the princesses and the third younger sister want to pass the time, they should join in the fun together."

Anyang was in high spirits, "Okay."

Life in the palace is boring, and there is actually not much to do after going out of the palace to escape the summer heat, at most it is to talk to the sisters.

Although the opera troupe's babbling is not very pleasant to hear, it is also good to listen to when you are bored.

The eighth princess was not very interested, because her mother and concubine were demoted, and she was not happy to go out of the palace to escape the summer heat. It was her mother and concubine who forced her to leave the palace, and she didn't want to involve her in the affairs of the palace.

Wan Jinlan couldn't get close to Wan Qiuyu, and felt somewhat disgusted with Xiao Minghuan in his heart, so his attitude was not warm.

Only Princess Anyang was in high spirits, "Third Brother, you'd better hire another storyteller, the opera is too noisy, and you'll get upset after listening to it for a long time."

Xiao Minghuan naturally agreed with a smile on his face.

The next day, Wan Jinlan took Chuntao to Xiao Minghuan's village.

The Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing is not far away, take a carriage, but it's time for a stick of incense.

There are quite a few guests today, Prince Guangling's son Xiao Zheng and his wife, Prince Su's son Xiao Nianshen, Prince Jin's son Xiao Xu, Princess Anyang, the eighth princess, and the newly promoted King Rui, as well as some sons and daughters of the Xungui family. girls.

Wan Qiuyu's clothes today are more decent than yesterday, and she greets guests by Xiao Minghuan's side, as if she is a serious princess in the palace.

At this moment, the opera troupe was babbling and singing on the stage, Wan Jinlan looked around, there were quite a few people who didn't like to listen to operas like her, most of the operas were loved by the elders.

However, there are many people around, which is much more interesting than feeding fish food with only a few people together on weekdays, and it is also lively to listen to.

An Yang whispered in her ear, "The third elder brother told my concubine earlier that many small countries in the southwest have submitted their credentials and will send envoys to the capital to pay tribute."

Wan Jinlan asked suspiciously, "Isn't it normal?"

The small country in the Southwest is called Tribute, but in fact, it exchanged little things for more rewards from Wei. Compared with buying and selling, Wei will always be the one who suffers.But whether it suffers or not cannot be judged in this way. The great Wei exchanged materials for the stability of the small southwestern country, which can be regarded as giving up the small to get the big.

An Yang continued: "Only the small country in the southwest is okay. The nomads on the Mobei grasslands also sent envoys to Beijing. The third brother said that the people of Beirong might want to marry Princess Wei."

Wan Jinlan sat up straight. The only unmarried princesses in the palace are Princess Anyang and the Eighth Princess, and Anyang is older than the Eighth Princess.

Beirong is a country formed by the fusion of nomadic peoples on the grasslands. In the past few years, the tribes had not yet merged, and they were doing their own things. It is nothing to be afraid of. Now these years, Beirong has invaded the border from time to time and plundered the border towns. Big Wei's confidant is in serious trouble.

For example, a small southwestern country that is not strong and will not be tied together, even if it asks to marry a princess, the Great Wei will not agree, because they are not worthy, but if it is a strong enemy, that is not necessarily the case.

Although I don't know if the marriage is true or not, but we should take precautions first.

So today, invited so many children from aristocratic families, is it the meaning of the noble concubine?
Neither of them wanted to listen to the play, so they went to the pavilion not far away.

"The concubine mother was worried, so she asked the third brother to invite many honorable children today."

Wan Jinlan shook the round fan lightly, "Which one do you like?"

A little embarrassment floated on Anyang's face, "The ones in white shirts sit in the last row, the ones in blue robes sit next to the waterside pavilion, and the ones in the first row sit next to King Su's son."

Wan Jinlan: "...!"

Anyang looked at her expression, and said angrily: "There are only three, why make such a fuss."

Wan Jinlan: Alright!as long as you are happy.

The person in the last row wearing a white shirt is the youngest son of the Hou family of Wuning, with red lips and white teeth, like a white-faced scholar.

The one by the side of the water pavilion has a resolute face, straight features, and he has the military temperament of his elder brother Wan Muxing. This seems to be the imperial guard guarding the gate of the palace, and he often walks around the palace. She has seen it a few times. Just don't know which one.

Beside the third Prince Su's son is the grandson of Taifu's family.

"Which family does the one in the blue shirt belong to?" Wan Jinlan observed for a while, the man in the blue shirt was taciturn, and there were so many noble children present, they didn't treat him warmly, obviously the family was not of some high authority family.

The truth doesn't sound good, but the noble children in Kyoto have a very clear class of friends.

Anyang covered his mouth with a round fan, and whispered, "He is from Uncle Ningyuan's residence, his name is Chen Congbai, and he is currently serving in the Imperial Forest Army."

Speaking of Uncle Ningyuan's mansion, Wan Jinlan had some impressions. Although Uncle Ningyuan's mansion was a declining uncle's mansion, Uncle Ningyuan only had a title and no official position in the court, but Uncle Ningyuan was very good at business. At that time, Uncle Ning Yuan also visited her father at the mansion, and he would give gifts on New Year's Day.

The three families that Anyang is looking at, Ningyuanbo's mansion is rich, Taifu's mansion is noble, and Wuninghou's mansion is in the emperor's heart. Generally speaking, they are all good choices.

Obviously, Concubine Wan Gui also put a lot of thought into it.

Among them, Zhou Shi'an, the grandson of the Taifu's family, looked at Anyang from time to time, with that expression, tsk tsk.

Wan Jinlan elbowed Ding Anyang, covered her mouth with a fan, "He's looking at you."

Zhou Shi'an not only looked at it, but also brought a plate of chilled melons and fruits to him.

He was obviously a little nervous, but he seemed to be calm.

"Princess, Miss Wan."

Anyang looked up at him, which made Zhou Shian even more nervous.

Wan Jinlan secretly smiled, "Sit down, Mr. Zhou, don't be restrained."

The garden is transparent on all sides, and young men and women will not be called unruly when they talk together.

Zhou Shi'an became more cautious, but sat down anyway.

He secretly glanced at Princess Anyang, "I heard that the princess likes reading scripts, and here I have the latest Mr. Nanyang's scripts published by Shudian."

Zhou Shi'an took out a book from his pocket and put it on the stone table.

Wan Jinlan let out a sigh in her heart, she came prepared.

An Yang suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhou is on duty in the Ministry of Rites, and he is at home with his eyes and ears. He should be the most observant of etiquette. How could he give something to the princess in private? Isn't this a private gift?"

Zhou Shi'an's face turned red, his eyes were flustered, and he spoke indiscriminately according to the truest feelings in his heart, "I, I just wanted to give the princess a book, I didn't think about it too much, and I gave it openly, how could I Is it a private exchange?"

Zhou Shi'an spoke more and more smoothly, and wiped the sweat from his brow, "If the princess dislikes it, I will never do it again next time."

Princess Anyang picked up the storybook and said with a sweet smile: "I really like the storybook, so I accept it."

Zhou Shi'an became visibly happy.

"If there is any script in the future, I will definitely buy it and ask someone to send it to the princess."

(End of this chapter)