Everything the queen says is right

"Ma'am." Tuoba Jun's clear voice came from behind.

Ah Cha froze for a moment, then turned around.

Rather, he had been forgotten.

I saw that Tuoba Jun was standing one meter away from them, neither far nor near, just following her, and would not hear their conversation in the boudoir.

It is very measured.

Ah Cha smiled: "What's the matter, my lord?"

Tuoba Jun's complexion remained unchanged, his frail body stood upright, somewhat like that weak scholar.

He said softly: "Men and women have different banquets, so I will go first."

Ah Cha nodded and said softly, "Good husband, sir."

Tuoba Jun's face flushed slightly, he nodded slightly and walked along the crowd towards the banquet next to him.

Jiang Lingruo's eyes sparkled, and she said enviously, "Ah Cha, you two have such a good relationship. I've heard that you brought your male pet back earlier. Your Thirteenth Highness is not angry."

Ah Cha smiled, and then said very solemnly: "Lingruo, he is not a male favourite."

Jiang Lingruo's big eyes were confused: "Huh?"

Ah Cha calmly and solemnly repeated: "Mobei is not a male favorite, he is my partner and my eldest brother."

"Tuoba Jun has been delayed by something these few days. In a few days, there will be a banquet to formally recognize this younger brother."

Jiang Lingruo blinked and blinked: "I seem to have heard this from my family about ten days ago. At that time, quite a few people laughed at the Thirteenth Prince."

".Say him, talk about him."

Ah Cha understood Jiang Lingruo's implication: "It's just what people say, if you are always being influenced by others, what are you doing alive?
If we want to do something, many people will inevitably talk about it, don't understand it, and even speak ill, but should we stop doing it?
The higher a person stands, the more he will be talked about.

If there are too many harsh voices, it must be that we are standing high enough.

But as long as it's high enough, we can't hear what the people under the clouds are saying
Mo Bei is an upright person who earns money through his own labor, so why give him colored glasses? "

Jiang Lingruo was stunned by Ah Cha's words, paused slightly, and hurriedly followed.

"Sister Ah Cha, you are right."

"We shouldn't put colored glasses on anyone."

"What we are going to do, the road is full of thorns, I understand."

Ah Cha nodded, her face was plain, no makeup was applied, only a plain hairpin was inserted on her head, but her whole face was extremely lively.

Under the sun, the skin appears translucent, extraordinarily tender and translucent.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said earnestly and unhurriedly: "Yes, we can just be ourselves, as long as we walk the path we are willing to walk, then we should work hard to go on."

There are countless paths in life.

Everyone has countless options.

As long as it doesn't hurt others and is what you want, it is part of the ideal no matter what.

At least in Ah Cha's era, even if someone thought he was a mushroom and stood on the crowded street for a day, no one would show weird and mocking eyes.

Everyone is free to be themselves.

Although Daxing couldn't reach such a grand ceremony.

But. After all, everyone will be equal, free and happy.

Unknowingly, two people have entered the banquet.

Many people have already arrived on the field, because it is the Queen Mother's birthday, everyone dare not be presumptuous, each finds their own seat and quickly leaves, only daring to whisper something to the little sisters around.

Jiang Lingruo took Ah Cha's hand and walked to her seat, and said, "The one next to me is Zuo Xiang's legitimate daughter, Sister Qing Ge, she will definitely be willing to change seats with you. You should sit down first."

Ah Cha nodded, just change positions.

And Jiang Lingruo is right, on the Queen Mother's birthday, who wouldn't want to sit forward to make a good impression, and maybe get some rewards?

Ah Cha has no interest in these imaginary things.

She was thinking about how the blueprints brought to Song Jin'an were doing now.

If those tools can be manufactured, it will definitely increase a lot of productivity.

At that time, it can be transported to all parts of the country, liberating the hands of the people. Only when they can eat enough can they really enter the school to study.

Otherwise, everyone would go to study instead of working, and the country would perish.

If you want to achieve great things, you must not pull out the seedlings and encourage them to grow.

It has to be done step by step, and adjusted and modified as much as possible according to the people's conditions, in order to make a difference.

"Sister Ah Cha, look at Chen Ruochu, she is really beautiful!" Jiang Lingruo said with emotion, and immediately added: "Of course, she is inferior compared to Sister Ah Cha."

Ah Cha smiled and looked in the direction Jiang Lingruo pointed.

She is indeed a beauty, with the gentleness of Jiangnan women, different from Jiang Lingruo's agility, she has more of a gentle temperament, and she looks watery, I feel pity for her.

"Let me tell you, she was the number one talented woman in Jundu before, and then your younger sister, Lin Zirou, came from behind and gradually took the title of talented woman from her."

Ah Cha raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at Chen Ruochu a few more times.

Are you talented?
Ah Cha looked at where Chen Ruochu was.

Stealing the limelight, probably not.
It's just that a little fool just happened to help her avoid everyone's prying eyes, so she followed the trend and stepped back.

After all, it is not a good thing to have a famous name without a good family background.

Ah Cha was thinking, lowered her eyes, and asked softly, "Which family is she from?"

Jiang Lingruo was a little strange. After all, Ah Cha never cared about her family background. She said slowly, "She is the concubine of the servant of the household department. She is the third child at home. I heard that she is not taken seriously."

The corners of Ah Cha's lips rose, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

That's right, it's because she is the concubine of the servant of the household department.

And she is a concubine who is not valued.

A concubine, in this dynasty, has no right to speak, not to mention her father is not a high official in the capital.

In this way, the big tree attracts the wind, and she is too glamorous, so more people will stare at her father and her.

Even some playboys would think: It would be nice to marry a talented woman back home.

What's more, they are not the female relatives of some high-ranking officials, but just happen to be a small official, so if they play around, they can earn a lot of face without having to bear too many responsibilities.

As a concubine, how could she become a regular wife?
The most is to marry and go home fresh for two days, then throw it in the backyard.

She is so beautiful again.
Since ancient times, men have liked to blame bad things on beautiful women.

What kind of beauty is troublesome, what kind of beauty is unlucky and so on.

If she has been carrying the title of the number one talented woman in Jundu, she might have been taken home by some dandy's second generation to play with.

How could his father refuse the marriage request of a more powerful official than him?

She's just a concubine.

Ah Cha lowered her head and couldn't help smiling.

He is a smart man, you can get to know him.