Royal gift of little crazy concubine

Chapter 57

After washing up, Jun Runing immediately walked into the front hall to look for something to eat.

Before she sat down, Mu Tingyao, who was sitting at the dining table and had finished his breakfast, suddenly got up and walked out, "I'm in a hurry, let's go."

Jun Runing raised her eyebrows: "My lord, I haven't eaten yet!"

Mu Tingyao turned around suddenly, and said expressionlessly: "This king gave you a chance, but you still missed the meal time."

Jun Runing: "..."

Damn, you were so fierce to her so early in the morning, did you eat gunpowder?
If you don't let her eat it, don't eat it, who cares!
Jun Runing followed him out angrily.

The carriage was already waiting outside the door, and Mu Tingyao got into the carriage first.

Jun Runing stopped beside the carriage, glanced at the ground, and didn't even prepare a bench for his feet. Is this guy rushing to reincarnate?
Seeing that she didn't get into the carriage, the man in the carriage suddenly said, "What are you doing in a daze?"

Jun Runing had no choice but to hold the door with one hand, stepped on the carriage with one foot, and wanted to climb up, but she couldn't use her strength without eating breakfast.

Seeing this, Mu Tingyao reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her up.

Jun Runing grabbed his big hand reflexively, and covered his hand with her cold palm.

Mu Tingyao's eyes sank, and he burst out, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"This concubine will be like this if I don't eat breakfast..." Jun Runing muttered in a low voice, and moved to the side as much as possible after sitting down, just wanting to stay away from this indeterminate explosive.

A trace of unease flashed in Mu Tingyao's eyes, "That table is already cold, so get up early and have breakfast on time."

The corner of Jun Runing's mouth twitched, she didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, the carriage moved slowly.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Mu Tingyao suddenly said, "Hongyi, go and buy some hot buns."

"Yes!" Hong Yi, who was sitting in the co-driver's seat of the carriage, responded, and flew away, while the groom continued to drive the carriage.

Jun Runing raised her eyebrows, why did Hong Yi follow her?

After a while, Hong Yi flew back with light work, and handed in a pack of warm steamed buns.

"Princess, you can eat the hot buns just out of the pan."

"Thank you!" Jun Runing took the bun in surprise.

The red dress is really her caring little padded jacket, it's so awesome!
The carriage gradually accelerated when it reached a place with few people, and it didn't take long before it arrived in front of Shangshu's mansion.

Mu Tingyao seemed to be really in a hurry. He didn't even say goodbye and went straight into the Shangshu Mansion, while the carriage continued to drive to Hongchen Picture Scroll.

Jun Runing asked curiously: "Hongyi, what did your prince rush to Shangshu Mansion early in the morning?"

Hongyi got into the carriage and explained: "Going back to the princess, the prince should go to Chu Shangshu to talk about the disaster in the south."

Jun Runing's face became slightly serious, "It seems that the flood is really serious, otherwise your prince wouldn't be in such a hurry early in the morning."

Hongyi sighed lightly: "I heard that many people were drowned and their corpses were scattered all over the place. The palace should send ministers south today, but those old things don't care about the life and death of ordinary people at all. But at this time, the emperor ordered the prince to meet the marriage team. ,Eh……"

Jun Runing didn't speak, but his mood suddenly became very heavy.

If so many people died, Jiang Wei should have heard about it, but he doesn't know how he will deal with it.

In fact, few people know that Jun Ruing has earned so much money, but most of it is used to help the poor people. In modern terms, it is used for charity.

Of course, she is only responsible for appropriation and decision-making, and it is Jiang Wei who actually makes plans and executes them.

She decided that after the poetry meeting was over, she would go to Jiang Wei to talk about it.

Not long after, the carriage finally stopped.

Jun Runing got out of the car gracefully, and looked up at the signboard on the door - Hongchen Painting Scroll.

The essence of Hongchen Picture Scroll is actually a women's academy, established by the Empress Dowager, with the original intention of enabling more poor women to read and write.

It's just that the daughter of a poor family has no money to go to such a good college. Even if she saves enough money, she may not be able to qualify for admission.

All in all, most of the female students who can enter Hongchen Picture Scroll are rich young ladies, that is, Bai Fumei in modern times.

Jun Runing's plan at the beginning was to go to Youfangfang and Jiabaifu to get some new goods and bring them with her, but when Mu Tingyao was in a hurry, she couldn't get out of the car halfway.

Forget it this time, anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to bring goods in the future.

While distracted, two young and beautiful women suddenly walked out of the yard.

The red dress immediately reminded her in a low voice: "Princess, the one in white is the Seventh Princess Mu Wan'er, the one in blue is the Princess He Yuelian, and her father is the current prime minister."

Jun Runing knew the identities of these two people a long time ago, but she still couldn't help asking: "Are they my generation, or what?"

The red dress said: "The seventh princess is the prince's cousin, so naturally the princess is of a higher rank. As for Princess Yuelian, you don't have to take her seriously."

As soon as the words were finished, the Seventh Princess Mu Wan'er suddenly said arrogantly: "Who is the bumpkin outside the door? How dare you block the door of Hongchen Picture Scroll, don't you know where Hongchen Picture Scroll is?"

Hongyi was out of breath and wanted to stand up and speak for the master.

Jun Runing held her back, looked calmly at the two women standing at the gate of the courtyard, and said with a subterranean smile: "The Seventh Princess has such a bad memory at such a young age, could it be that the legend is about aging before she gets old?"

Mu Wan'er panicked: "This princess is not prematurely aging!"

Jun Runing smiled slightly: "Isn't it? When my concubine entered the palace the day before yesterday, I met the Seventh Princess in the Royal Garden. Does the Seventh Princess remember?"

Mu Wan'er put on a belated expression: "So it's Princess Mu, she was dressed so ugly today, I didn't recognize her at first sight, it's really disrespectful!"

Are you still here?

Jun Runing couldn't hold back any longer, and said: "Yesterday, the crown princess met me and called me a younger brother and sister, while the seventh princess, as my prince's cousin, actually called her brother and sister-in-law by their first names. It seems that you and my sister-in-law Didn't the Crown Princess learn the same etiquette, or did the Seventh Princess never learn etiquette since she was a child?"

Doesn't the implication mean that her seventh princess is uneducated?
Mu Wan'er was so angry that she wanted to quarrel, He Yuelian hurriedly tugged at her sleeves, and persuaded in a low voice: "Wan'er, forget it, the Crown Princess asked us to come and pick her in, it's better to have one thing less."

Mu Wan'er said with a face of reluctance: "Then please Mrs. Mu Wang go in quickly, everyone is waiting for you!"

Jun Runing smiled, and turned to look at He Yuelian who was willing to be the background board, "Is this the seventh princess' maid?"

He Yuelian lay down on the gun inexplicably, and didn't react for a while.

On the contrary, Mu Wan'er was the first to react, and said angrily: "Yue Lian is the daughter of the prime minister of the current dynasty, and also the princess conferred by the emperor, so she is not a maidservant!"

"So that's how it is..." Jun Runing suddenly realized, "She has been silent all this time, thinking that she is not qualified to speak in front of my concubine."

　Calvin is... bald. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)