I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 551

"Look, Your Highness—"

Qian Shuang and Ming Wuci outside the carriage pointed at a place excitedly at the same time: "On the turret of the guild hall, is that little gentleman Xie Xiaolang?"

Tangtang pushed open the window and looked at where they were pointing.

The guard of honor is slowly passing the front door of the Confucianism Guild Hall.

There is a dilapidated turret in the southeast corner, people seem to be crumbling on it, and Xie Jingyun is there.

He held a piece of red paper in each of his left and right hands, like a New Year's doll in Chinese New Year. He stood there for an unknown amount of time, shaking all over.

Written on the red paper are the poems of "Luo Shen Fu", the left side is "flying like a frightened bird, graceful like a dragon swimming", and the right side is "Rongyao Qiuju, Huamao Chunsong".

Behind him stood Jinshi of the same discipline, each with a gong and drum, and shouted these two lines of poetry rhythmically.

The Confucian scholars who were rescued in the guild hall were grateful to the empress dowager, and also sang along loudly. No matter how noisy the street was, the sound here could still be heard clearly.

This is exaggerating Tang Tang's beauty, Tang Tang couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

However, there are people watching the excitement all around, so she has to pay attention to her demeanor at all times, and can't jump on the roof of the car to say hello to brother Jingyun.

So her eyes rolled around, and she quickly wrote a few sentences on the paper, put it in a kit and tied it around the mob's neck:
"Send it to brother Jingyun, come back quickly."

The mob took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the crowd, then jumped into the room and rushed towards Xie Jingyun.

When I looked back, the gongs and drums on the turret were still beating, but Xie Jingyun was hugging the cat and looking down at the note.

Only then did Tangtang sat down in the carriage contentedly, and continued on her way.

Along the way, countless people were shouting for Her Royal Highness, until they left Chuanzhou Mansion, they could still hear the praise behind them.

The guard of honor passes through the new temple that is being built outside the city.

It is said that the statue of the Empress Dowager has already been made overnight by a craftsman, and it will be enshrined in this new temple at that time, which can bless the weather, the country and the people.

Xue Hairong stretched his neck to look: "Hey, Xiaoqingqing, you must have someone repair this, it's shameless."

Su Qingyun snorted: "Tch, do you need me to go out? It doesn't matter how much my sweet boy is loved by the people."

"Oh, my Su family also has a descendant who was built a temple alive and built a golden body."

The more Gong Ziyun thought about it, the more beautiful he became, and he waved his fan triumphantly: "Hey, do you think they will also repair my golden body as a father?"

"You? A profiteer? Repairing a golden body? You'll be fine if you don't hit me."

Xue Hairong snorted: "Can you learn from Xiao Chenchen, who is also a father, the gap is so big, it depends on how stable he is."

"He doesn't want to be steady, can he move?"

While Bu Chen was lying down, Su Qingyun poked her fan a few times: "Look, look, I'm scolding his eighth-generation ancestors now, but he won't wake up."

Xue Hairong coughed: "Friendly reminder, he is just recuperating, it's not that he can't hear or feel anything."

Gong Ziyun almost rushed out of the roof of the carriage, his hair was standing on end: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Can I know that you are as cowardly as a dog?"

Su Qingyun: "%&*#..."

Although I don't know what Rich Dad scolded Master Xuehai by grabbing him, but the two quickly started fighting, and it was clear at a glance that it was not a good word.

Tangtang covered her little ears in boredom, sat with her legs crossed, and began to trick Mingwu into sitting in the ceremonial car for her:
"Sister Wuci, are you tired? Come in and sit down."

Mingwu's words are not fooled: "I'm not tired."

"It's so hot outside, you'll burn your skin, come in and eat and drink."

Ming Wu Ci refused: "The general wears armor, neither thirsty nor hungry, nor does he need to rest."

Tangtang was speechless, and while waving to the people outside, she asked, "...when will we set up camp?"

Ming Wuci looked at the rather hot sun in the west: "It will take two more hours."

The whole candy collapsed feebly.

It wasn't until dusk fell, the moon rose, and the guard of honor was temporarily stationed in a relatively quiet and wide valley that she came back to life.

Holding a cat, carrying a snake, and riding a phoenix to wander around, watching the flowers bloom and the stream gurgling.

The palace people were cooking, and at the same time as the bonfire was lit, a burst of beautiful and loud singing was heard.

Tangtang sat by the fire and stared wide-eyed: "Who has such a beautiful voice, someone from the Music Department?"

Qian Shuang said: "It's a little maid in Shangshi Bureau, named Xiao Lian. She is good-looking, kind-hearted and gentle, and has a beautiful voice. She is very popular with everyone."

Tangtang clapped her hands quickly: "Please come here, Tangtang wants to see a good-looking sister who can sing."

Qian Shuang brought the little maid over, and no one dared to speak anymore.

Xiao Lian looks fifteen or sixteen years old, looks like a weak Liu Fufeng, with two curved slender eyebrows, looks delicate and weak, and has a sweet smile, the kind that can capture people's hearts at once.

But she was four or five points like Tangtang, and she stood out immediately in the crowd.

Su Qingyun's face darkened: "From now on, you are not allowed to sing to others for fun."

What does it look like with a face that looks like His Royal Highness the Empress Dowager?
Xiao Lian was slightly aggrieved, and agreed with tears: "Xiao Lian knew he was wrong."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Tangtang held Su Qingyun's big hand, and then smiled at Xiao Lian: "Then you can stay here for dinner today."

Xiao Lian became happy again, and her smile was more like Tangtang: "Thank you, Your Highness."

It is said to be eating, but most of the time she is carefully serving the masters to eat and drink.

Tangtang noticed her occasionally, and she obediently took a bite, her obedient appearance made her even more pitiful.

Qian Shuang and Ming Wuci couldn't bear to take care of her a bit more, but after a long time, they always felt that something was wrong.

Xiao Lian poured wine and tea for everyone and looked fine, but every time she came to Yan Gui's side, her eyes would involuntarily cast wild glances, and her ears would turn red.

If they hadn't known each other a long time ago, they would have fallen in love with Yangui.

Qian Shuang immediately frowned as if eating a fly: "Xiao Lian, you go back first, I don't need you here."

Xiao Lian held the jug in a daze for a moment, then turned to Tangtang with tears in her eyes: "Yes, it's Xiao Lian who served you well, Your Highness?"

Tangtang blinked, and was about to speak when Xiao Lian fell to her knees with a plop:
"Xiao Lian served His Highness for the first time. She was pleasantly surprised and scared, and was in a hurry. It's Xiao Lian's fault. Don't be angry, Your Highness."

Tangtang: "?"

what happened?

Why get angry?

The others turned their heads one after another, with the intention of pleading for her in their eyes, and they felt sorry for her.

Qian Shuang didn't want to add trouble to Tangtang, she found him by herself, so she wanted to get rid of it quickly:

"Your Highness is not angry, you go to eat first, and then do your duty in Shangshi Bureau, don't always think about what you have."

Xiao Lian's face turned pale, and tears fell down one after another.

But she didn't cry out, bit her lip, kowtowed, and glanced reluctantly before leaving.

(End of this chapter)