Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 143
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On the second day after the Spring Festival, the emperor hosted a banquet for all the ministers in the other courtyard of Huangzhuang.

All the fresh vegetables that are available in spring are used for the banquet, and the emperor rarely visits the other courtyard of Huangzhuang several times a year, so the people below naturally try their best to express themselves.

The cooks are ingenious, and those big fish and meat are indispensable, but most of them are all kinds of wild vegetables specially found from the mountains.

This spring feast is a wild taste, simple and ordinary, ingenious.

Sure enough, the emperor and all the ministers were quite appreciative, during which they got to know many wild vegetables that they had never seen before, and generously waved their hands to reward the cooks of Huangzhuang.

It's rare to come out, and the emperor allowed the ministers and family members to play by themselves.

Jiang Yuwan couldn't talk about going with those noble ladies, the spring is beautiful, how could the good time be wasted because of ordinary social affairs.

Spring is hard to stay, and youth is easy to pass.

He simply informed the queen and took a few palace servants out for a walk in the forest.

The mountains and forests here have been cleared, and there is no fear of danger. There are wild flowers of various colors on the side of the road.

Colorful, bustling and crowded together, the flowers are small, and the branches and leaves are thin, as if they are afraid of disturbing anything, they grow upright in the mountains.

The butterflies flew low and shuttled among the flowers. There was the most common gray-white butterfly, a small one that was not afraid of people, and just landed in Jiang Yuwan's hair.

There are also colorful and beautiful butterflies, flying heartily in the spring light, reflecting stunning light spots in the sun, after flying past, it seems that the astonishing shadow of beauty still remains in people's eyes.

Jiang Yuwan lazily walked among the flowers, but she didn't know that she had become a scenery in the eyes of others.

With great difficulty, Xinyue came out to let the wind go, touching and touching everywhere as if she was having fun, many flowers were brutally killed by her, and in a short while her hands were full of flowers.

She called Jiang Yuwan to stop, laughed and put a red flower on her temple.

Then Xinyue went to pick a pink flower to wear on her head, and she quickly glanced at Father-in-law Xiao Chuan quite complacently, "Flowers match beauties, empress, don't you think so?"

Jingyue raised her eyebrows, "What about mine?"

"Here you are." Xinyue simply throws the leftovers in her arms to Jingyue.

The red flower on Jiang Yuwan's temples is too red, and ordinary people will inevitably look a little vulgar when wearing it, but Jiang Yuwan's skin is as white as snow, as delicate and beautiful as a flower, and she is more beautiful than flowers. Compared with that flower, flowers are more beautiful than beautiful people The front is also eclipsed and becomes a foil.

She was wearing layers of skirts, and the color of the skirts was amazing, reminiscent of the gorgeous clouds in the sky at sunset.

The long skirt was graceful, and it seemed as if she was casting a cloud of light wherever she passed.

Her bright red lips curled up, and she raised her hand to gently touch the flower on her temples, and the thin spring shirt slipped off her forearm, revealing her slender, white and tender skin.

There are two jade bracelets hanging on the slender wrists, and the bracelets collide lightly, making a clear and melodious sound of pearls and jade hitting each other.

Yubai's fingertips slid across the tender petals, and the fiery red petals trembled slightly.

Jiang Yuwan doesn't need to do anything, in other words, as long as she stands there, every frown and smile is enough to make people fascinated and confused.

With the sound of clear jade and stones colliding, and the bright red petals as if they were about to rot, Qi Chuan couldn't help but see taboo images in his mind.

The snow-white skin that can be broken by blowing bombs makes people want to rub the extremely beautiful petals in full bloom with their own hands, grind out the juice, and apply it inch by inch.

In the confusion, listening to the clinking sound of jingling jade bracelets.

The fair little eunuch's eyes darkened, and his fiery gaze fixed on the bright wrist that Jiang Yuwan showed when she raised her hand.

(End of this chapter)