Jiangmen's direct daughter is busy farming

Chapter 38
"Get up and talk!" Seeing that Jingyue was neither humble nor overbearing, and greeted her in front of everyone without panic, the old princess felt kindness towards her.

"Thank you, Princess! Jingyue wishes Princess a long life and good health!" Jingyue stood up straight and spoke, not afraid of the strange eyes from around her.

"Girl, what about the birthday gift?" Seeing Jingyue's expression, the old princess liked her even more, and she also looked forward to the Song family's birthday gift.

"Princess, wait for a moment!" After Jingyue finished speaking, she said coldly to the servant girl behind her, "Don't invite the Eldest Young Master and the Sixth Young Master!"

As soon as Jingyue finished speaking, Song Jingqi and Song Jingyun walked in carrying a three-foot-square red sandalwood box. "Sister, we're here!" Actually, the contents of the box are not heavy, it's just that the box is a bit big.

"Could it be gold and silver treasures inside? Haha, the Song Mansion is really rich!" Ling Languang said gloatingly.

"I would like to inform the prince and concubine that the Song family lived in the mountains, forests and countryside for a long time, and when they returned to Beijing, they went around to help the victims of the disaster in Huazhou. They really didn't have any gold, silver, treasures or inkstone calligraphy. They only had a small gift to wish the concubine a happy birthday. " Jingyue said politely.

"It's He Shouli? I'm more interested in this old lady!" The old concubine chuckled, very kindly, as if she didn't notice Ling Languang's provocation and rudeness.

"Brothers, please open the wooden box and gently take out the birthday gift in the box!" Jingyue turned around and said to Song Jingqi and Song Jingyun.

Song Jingqi and Song Jingyun didn't know what the birthday gift was in the box, and they were told by Jingyue early in the morning that they were going to the farm in the northern suburbs to get the birthday gift.

With a "pop", Song Jingqi opened the box.Everyone in the hall was also curious about what kind of birthday present the Song family would give, but they were still so mysterious.

Inside the box is a long scroll, three feet wide and estimated to be two feet long.Song Jingqi held one end of the scroll, Song Jingyun held the other end, and began to unfold it slowly in front of everyone.

From the initial whispering to the final silence, all the guests were stunned.

The old prince and the old concubine stood up suddenly from their chairs in shock, walked forward, looked at the birthday gift from Jingyue, and said excitedly: "A shocking work, a truly shocking work!"

The Song family were also dumbfounded when they saw the birthday gift from Jingyue.They knew Jingyue's exquisite paper-cutting skills, but they never expected that it would be so superb. On this long scroll of snow-white paper, there were hundreds of fairies in red clothes, all with different expressions and movements. Peach, some play in twos and twos, some go together, some ride the clouds and fog, some ride on the backs of cranes and divine birds...

"Girl, this—this is He Shouli?" The surprise and excitement in the eyes of the old princess lingered for a long time.

Jingyue smiled and replied: "This is the paper-cut picture of the hundred sons presenting the birthday. It was made by an unknown layman living in Qianhuangshan. Because he had some friendship with his grandfather, he gave the picture of the hundred sons presenting the birthday to the Song family. Today is the birthday of the princess, the Song family Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, I hope the princess will like it."

"I like it, I like it very much!" The old concubine dared not touch it with her hands, lest she accidentally damage the paper-cut.

"Grandmother, this elder sister is lying. It's not a hundred sons' birthday picture at all!" Suddenly, an immature child's voice rang out in the hall.

"Ci'er, don't talk nonsense!" Princess Mingde quickly pulled her son into her arms.

"Mother, Ci'er is not talking nonsense. It's not a picture of a hundred sons presenting their birthdays. There are only 99 children!" Xiao Chenci said firmly.

Just when Princess Mingde was about to continue to reprimand Xiao Chenci, Jingyue hurriedly said: "Young son has really good eyesight. He was able to find out that there are only 99 boys in this hundred sons' birthday picture in such a short period of time."

As soon as Xiao Chenci heard Jingyue praise him for being right, he immediately smiled proudly, and gave Jingyue a friendly wink.

"Why is there a difference?" Everyone asked in puzzlement.

Jingyue didn't hold back, and said directly: "I once asked the same question to the unnamed layman, and the answer he gave me was, 'Jinmu Jintao opens the feast, and Su'e divides the pillars to make fine wine. Tianmen is happy to welcome a hundred sons. It is expected that a son will return to the world. The immortal family asks where they want to go, and the boy begs for sins and expresses his heart. It is enviable to have a banquet in the shrine, and a loving mother at home looks forward to returning home.'”

"What a filial boy, he would rather abandon the banquet at the fairy's house, and go home to reunite with his mother, pure and filial!" The old princess knew the reason why a son was missing in the paper-cut, and she couldn't help admiring in her heart.

"Princess, why do you envy other people's sons, don't you have a good son who is filial to you a hundred times beside you!" Old Master Song laughed.When he said this, the old concubine felt that the boy returning home in this poem refers to her son Xiao Ming, and she loved the picture of the hundred sons offering their birthdays even more in her heart.

Xiao Chenci opened his round eyes, looked at Princess Mingde, and said in a childlike voice: "Mother, Ci'er also wants to be that boy, and don't go to any fairy banquet, just go home and be with mother!"

Children's words are the most touching, Princess Mingde's eyes turned red immediately, she held her son in her arms and said: "My son is filial, mother is very pleased."

Everyone in the field also praised the young son for his father's demeanor, and he will become a great weapon in the future.

When Jingyue saw Xiao Chenci, she thought of her friend Lin Rui's daughter, such a small person, she was so sensible, caring, kind, and cute.

The old prince looked at his wife, filial son, virtuous daughter-in-law, and smart and sensible grandson, he was very satisfied, he laughed a few times, walked up to old man Song and said: "Old Marshal, I want to thank you very much today! You have given me the best birthday gift to the Prince’s Mansion! Let’s go, I’ll invite you to have a few drinks alone in the back hall.”

As soon as the old prince said this, everyone looked at the Song family with more complicated eyes.In this country of the Xi Dynasty, who can have a drink alone with the old patriarch of the royal family?This is a matter of supreme glory, and there is a moment of jealousy and envy.

"Okay, please!" Elder Song was not polite, he stood up and followed the old prince into the back hall with great strides.

After the birthday banquet that day, the Song family, Baizi Xianshoutu and Wuming Layman swept through the streets and alleys of the capital like a hurricane, and became famous for a while.

After Jingyue came back from the Prince's Mansion, she has been resting in bed.For seven days and seven nights, she cut papers without sleep, so that she could relax her tight heart only after the birthday banquet was over.As soon as she relaxed physically and mentally, she felt very tired, so she ordered Leng Yu not to be disturbed by anyone, and to catch up on sleep in her own room.

The night is hazy, and the bright moon is hidden in the sky.Like a dream but not a dream, Jingyue felt that her warm hand seemed to be placed in the ice pool, and she barely opened her eyes with a shiver.

"woke up?"

A huge luminous pearl was hung in the tent at some point, and Xiao Chenyu's resolute and handsome face with clear lines seemed to be covered with a layer of warmth in the soft light.

(End of this chapter)