Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 84 Why Don't You Go to the Spring Festival

Princess House.

Linglong Pavilion.

"Princess, aren't you going to the Spring Festival?" Qing Yuan asked softly as she massaged Qingyange.

Qing Yange opened her eyes slightly, and said wearily: "I won't go, these days I get up early to go to class, and occasionally I have to play games, I'm so tired, I need to take a rest."

"Yes." Qing Yuan brushed Qing Yange's temple with her fingertips, and pressed her lightly.

"Qingyuan, it's been a few days since the money was handed over to Feng Yinyin, has he and Gongsun Ye started recruiting troops?" Qing Yange hummed softly.

"Yeah, Young Master Xiang and Young Master Feng have already started secret preparations. You can go and have a look when it's about the same time." Qing Yuan replied.

"Okay." Qing Yange sighed comfortably, she closed her eyes, and gradually felt sleepy, her breathing became steady and longer and longer.

Qing Yuan stared at the shadow under Qing Yange's eyelids, feeling distressed in her heart.

During this period of time, the princess was as busy as a spinning top, and her figure lost a lot of weight.

She carefully withdrew her hand, picked up a corner of the quilt, and gently covered Qing Yange's body, put down the veil, lit the incense, and then tiptoed out.

Just as Qing Yuan walked out of the palace gate, she bumped into Jiu Que, who was wearing armor and looked dusty.

She quickly saluted, "The Regent."

Jiu Que nodded, and started to walk into the palace.

Qingyuan reminded: "The princess just fell asleep not long ago."

Jiu Que's figure paused, and his thin lips moved slightly, "I'll go to see her and leave."

After the words fell, his pace eased a lot, and he walked into the palace slowly.

He came to Qingyange's bed in a few steps, seeing that peaceful sleeping face, his heart softened, and his fingertips touched Qingyange's eyebrows.

After blowing the light smoke and singing under the blue eyelids, there was a trace of distress in his eyes.

Sitting beside Qingyange like this, listening to her shallow breathing, he felt extraordinarily peaceful.

Outside.

Qing Yuan glanced at Cen Bin with a serious face, and asked aloud: "Guard Cen, I see that you are rarely wearing a sword today, and even the regent is wearing a military uniform. Are you going to travel far away?"

Cen Bin glanced at Qing Yuan and nodded, "The border in southern Yunnan has been invaded many times, and the people are in dire straits. The regent plans to lead the army to go out in person."

Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat twice, "Isn't southern Yunnan the border between us and Dayong? Could it be that the people who have repeatedly violated our frontiers are Dayong people?"

Cen Bin shook his head, "No, they are nomads. They are all scattered soldiers nearby and live in the three-way zone."

"Why don't you let General Meng go to support? The regent has a lot of opportunities, so why go out in person?" Qing Yuan asked.

Cen Bin replied: "Meng Baili is now guarding Xiliang City in the north, and the Huns' rebellion has just subsided, so we can't withdraw easily. What's more, the south of Yunnan is at the southern end, and the distance between south and north is too far, so it's too late for support right now." .”

Qingyuan sighed, looking at the sun that was gradually setting on the other side of the day, "The emperor died of illness a few years ago, Tiancang is getting weaker, and now our borders are repeatedly invaded by people, when will Tiancang return to its former prosperity. "

Cen Bin held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said firmly, "As long as my master is here, prosperity will be a matter of time!"

Qing Yuan didn't answer.

At this moment, the gate of the palace was pushed open, Jiu Que walked out from the gate, and closed the gate smoothly.

He said to Cen Bin, "Let's go."

"Yes." Cen Bin clasped his fists together, and the two walked towards the outside of the palace one after the other.

Qing Yuan looked at the two backs that were gradually moving away, and suddenly recalled Qing Yange's words in her mind.

"Tiancang has nine towers, which is the luck of Tiancang."

Now it seems that it is true.

……

When Qingyuan came to the imperial garden with the chicken soup, Qingyange was already stretched and sitting on the stone bench.

She yawned and said lazily, "Oh~ I slept so comfortably this time~"

Seeing that Qingyange had regained her spirits, Qingyuan replied happily: "Princess, why are you thinking of having dinner in the Imperial Garden today?"

Qing Yange pointed to the starry sky, looked at the round of silver plate hanging high in the sky, her eyes curved, "Dining under the starry sky, among the sea of ​​flowers, isn't it very romantic?"

Qing Yuan put the chicken soup on the stone table, covered her small mouth with a cheerful smile and said, "Yes, it's very romantic."

Qingyange picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of white-cut chicken, and was carrying it into her bowl.

Suddenly, I heard a voice piercing the sky from not far away, "Song of Light Smoke!!!"

Qing Yange was startled, and with a shake of her little hand, the chicken fell into the soup on the side.

In the next second, I saw the woman in a Chinese dress rushing towards her like a gust of wind, followed by two tired and out of breath servants.

Finally, the woman stood still in front of Qingyange, she stretched out a finger, pointed at the tip of Qingyange's nose, and angrily said: "Why don't you go to the Spring Festival?"

Qing Yange blinked her eyes, looking at the woman in front of her.

She was wearing a snow-colored silk dress, with a butterfly dotted emerald hairpin on her head, and a moonlight blue belt around her waist.

The corner of Qingyange's mouth curled up slightly, and asked innocently: "Excuse me, girl?"

As soon as these words came out, the aggressive woman froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Qingyuan hurriedly leaned into Qingyange's ear, and whispered: "Princess, this is Princess Yingjiaojiao, the daughter of King Annan."

Qingyange frowned and thought carefully, and finally had some memories.

It seems that before Ying Jiaojiao left Beijing, she went into a rage at the Princess Mansion, smashing the chessboard and hurting her eyes.

Presumably the princess herself had never cared about Ying Jiaojiao, so her memories were sporadic and pitiful.

"You...you don't even know who I am?!" Ying Jiaojiao finally came to her senses, she said angrily.

Qingyange's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings, and she responded calmly, "I remember."

Ying Jiaojiao's face softened a little.

Unexpectedly, Qingyange asked again: "Are your eyes healed?"

Ying Jiaojiao once again felt a bolt of lightning fall, scorching her outside and tender inside.

Qingyange, this woman is really sinister and vicious, she can't open any pot.

Ying Jiaojiao's eyes became sharper, looking at Qingyange with a strong anger in her eyes, as if she wanted to burn Qingyange to ashes.

Qing Yange shrugged innocently.

Did she say something wrong?

Why does it feel like this Ying Jiaojiao looks like a cat with its hair blown out, her little face is round and bulging.

It looks cute.

Qing Yange pointed to the vacant seat beside her, and slightly lifted her thin lips, "Have you eaten?"

Ying Jiaojiao condescendingly kicked Qingyange, but said nothing.

Chang Sheng on the side quickly replied: "The princess hasn't eaten yet."

Bulao also added: "The princess waited for you for a whole day at the Spring Festival, but she didn't see you, so angry that she didn't even drink a cup of tea."

(End of this chapter)