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Chapter 173 Receiving the Wind Feast (Part [-])

As one of the protagonists, Song Qinghuan naturally had to attend the reception banquet. Not only did he have to attend, but he also had to go there in a splendid manner, as if some people with evil intentions had completely given up on it.

The reception banquet was scheduled for noon, and as soon as it arrived, Liu Yue pulled Song Qinghuan to start dressing up.

Song Qinghuan couldn't resist her, so she had to sit peacefully in front of the dressing table.

"My servant will definitely dress up Your Highness beautifully today." Liu Yue took off Song Qinghuan's black hair and gently combed it for her with a horn comb.

Song Qinghuan smiled and said nothing, and let her go.

On the other hand, Shen Xing, who was picking out clothes for Song Qinghuan, glanced over after hearing the words, and joked, "When is Your Highness not beautiful?"

Liu Yue glared at her, and muttered, "You will pick on my thorns, have you picked out the clothes for His Highness's reception banquet? You have to pick them out first, so that I can choose the right makeup and hair bun for His Highness." .”

Shen Xing took out a set of concubine-colored palace attire, "Your Highness is about to get married, and the wedding is approaching, so you should wear something brighter." Then, she looked at Song Qinghuan, "Your Highness, do you think this suit is good?"

Song Qinghuan glanced at the palace dress in her hand.

The waist is pleated with streamer brocade, the cuffs are embroidered with flowing cloud patterns with silver thread, the skirt is embroidered with swaying hibiscus, and the skirt is echoed with cloud patterns of the same color, radiant and brilliant under the sun circulation.

The style is not complicated, but the color is bright and elegant, which is very elegant and graceful, which is very suitable for today's occasion.

She nodded with satisfaction, that's all.

Liu Yue squinted her eyes and looked at it, she had an idea in her heart, and her fingers flew up and down nimbly.

In a short while, Song Qinghuan's black hair was tied into a flying fairy bun. In the choice of hair accessories, only a white jade hairpin with hibiscus blossoms was inserted, and there were thousands of leaves and gold pendant beads. Grace.

Liuyue looked at it for a moment with satisfaction, then picked up lip balm and other things, and lightly swept Emei for Song Qinghuan, and began to make up carefully.

Seeing that everything was in order, Song Qinghuan just stood up, but Liuyue pressed her shoulder, "His Royal Highness, wait a moment." Saying that, she opened the dowry box in the shape of flowers, looked at Song Qinghuan and said with a smile, "Your Highness, choose one." .”

Song Qinghuan's eyes swept away, and she subconsciously said, "Let's take that lotus-shaped flower tin."

Liu Yue agreed, and clamped the lotus-shaped flower tin with small tweezers, and carefully pasted it in the middle of Song Qinghuan's forehead. After adjusting for a while, Fang put down the tweezers in satisfaction, retracted his hand and said, "Your Highness, this is really good. Take a look!" As he spoke, he handed the carved bronze mirror to Song Qinghuan's eyes.

Song Qinghuan casually glanced at the bronze mirror in her hand.

The face of the person in the mirror is bright and dazzling, and there is a kind of bewitching beauty in the slightly raised eyes.

Song Qinghuan never cared much about her appearance, but now she has to admit that after growing up in the past two years, her appearance is indeed even better than before.

With a "hmm" in his mouth, he praised, "Your skills are really good."

Liu Yue grinned happily.

Dressed up properly, she read a book in the Xingyue Palace and saw that the time was almost there, so she took Liuyue and Shenxing to the imperial garden.

It wasn't too early for them to arrive, when they arrived at the imperial garden, they looked around and there were already some people sitting in the garden.

As soon as she entered the imperial garden, a maid on duty greeted her and led Song Qinghuan to the seat that had already been reserved.

Unsurprisingly, her seat was assigned to the first row on the right, followed by the crown prince and Song Qingyi.In addition to these two familiar faces, Ning Xiao and Ning Shu actually attended today's reception banquet.

It seems that the Ning family is in the court recently, and it really is in the limelight.

As soon as Song Qinghuan took his seat, he felt a sharp gaze on him.

She turned her head to look indifferently.

What came into view was Song Qingyi's distorted face. The moment Song Qinghuan looked at her, fierce anger burst out in his eyes.

Song Qinghuan knew that Song Qingyi was very unwilling.

But she couldn't do anything except resentment.

With a somewhat indifferent smile, Qing Lingling turned her gaze back, as if she didn't take Song Qingyi in her eyes at all.

The more she was like this, the more Song Qingyi felt angry.

These days, every time she sees Song Qinghuan, she feels that she is a little more beautiful, maybe it's her father's favor, maybe it's the nourishment of love.

No matter why, she could only watch Song Qinghuan live the life she yearned for, while she could only struggle in pain forever.Every time she thinks about this, she feels that her heart is roasting in a frying pan. Every day is a torment for her.

Reason told her not to act rashly.

However, once a person's jealousy reaches a certain level, it is difficult for reason to stop the inner restlessness.

Feeling Song Qingyi's fiery gaze on her for a long time before moving away, Song Qinghuan's face was still cold, but she felt a little vigilant in her heart.

Song Qingyi used to pretend to be friendly when she saw her, but these few times, she couldn't even pretend to be friendly on the surface.

It seems——she really hates herself in her heart now.

Under the double torment of jealousy and unwillingness, she must not be able to watch herself get married in peace, and it will only be a matter of time before she makes a move, so she can't take it lightly.

Zheng Wu was thinking to himself, when he heard a slight commotion in his ears, he collected his thoughts and looked up.

The person who came this time was someone she didn't expect——

Princess He Wanchang.

After Lu Zhenzhen was assassinated and died in Shanglin Garden that day, Princess Chang stayed in Jian'an, saying that she wanted to wait for her father to catch the rebels to avenge Lu Zhenzhen.

Later, through Xuan Ying, they pried open the mouths of the two assassins and learned the location of the headquarters of the Yang Funi Party.The emperor ordered Song Xuan to personally lead the army and wiped out the stronghold of the rebellious party, but Yang Fu escaped in the chaos.

Although Lu Zhenzhen embraced her revenge, Princess Chang was overwhelmed with grief and collapsed, and never returned to Yangzhou, but only stayed at Princess Chang's mansion in Beijing.

The father took pity on the white-haired man to send the black-haired man, so he transferred the county horse from Yangzhou back to Beijing, which can be regarded as reuniting the Chang princess's family.

It's just that since then, Princess Chang has been reclusive and doesn't go out easily, but she didn't expect to come to the reception banquet of Liangguo's welcoming mission today, which is unavoidably strange.

She walked slowly into the Imperial Garden without looking sideways. She was dressed in plain palace attire, without makeup, and her face was pale and empty.After so long, she still couldn't recover from Lu Zhenzhen's death.

The seat of Princess Chang is set at the lower part of the head, not far from Song Qinghuan.She entered the banquet under the guidance of the maid, and sat dignifiedly, without looking sideways, with a cold expression, as if everything around her could not be seen by her.

Song Qinghuan glanced at her lightly, slightly embarrassed.

However, since Princess He Wanchang's heart is ashamed, why did she come to this welcome banquet?Although she has this status, the reception banquet of the Liangguo reception mission really doesn't matter much to her.

Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes, his face was calm and unwavering, showing no fluctuations in his heart.

——It is really puzzling that the princess Chang acted like this.

Not long after Princess Chang was seated, Concubine Ning, Emperor Yu and the Empress also entered the imperial garden one after the other.Concubine Ning's face was also very ugly, but she was just trying to prevent outsiders from seeing her inner fragility.

Song Qinghuan swept across the venue with cold eyes, looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces, a trace of sadness welled up in her heart.

Not long ago, the people sitting in the imperial garden were not in this group.

But in just a few months, things have changed.

At this time, the originally noisy environment suddenly quieted down, Song Qinghuan looked slightly stern, and looked towards the entrance.The ones that came into view were indeed Shen Chuhan and the delegation from Liangguo.

Shen Chuhan strode into the imperial garden with long legs, his cold eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Song Qinghuan's face.

Then, without warning, she smiled, with a soft color between her brows and eyes.

Logically speaking, the probability of Shen Chuhan smiling in front of people is zero.But today he laughed, even though everyone knew that he was not the one who made Shen Chuhan smile, because of this brilliant smile, his heart stopped beating.

But if it falls into the eyes of some people, it only feels very dazzling.

Shen Chuhan stopped in front of Emperor Yu, and bowed with his hands behind his back, his expression was handsome but alienated, "I've seen Emperor Yu."

Emperor Yu smiled heartily, "Master Shen, you don't need to be too polite." Then, he looked at Zhong Huai, "Give seats to Prime Minister Shen and the members of the mission."

Zhong Huai responded, motioning for the maid to lead Shen Chuhan and his party into their seats.

I don't want to, as soon as I sat down, there was the sound of cups breaking.At that time, there was silence in the imperial garden, so the sound was extraordinarily clear.

Song Qinghuan frowned and looked towards the source of the sound.

(End of this chapter)