Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

The women and the minister looked at Song qiuer carefully. She had a goose yellow shawl with a cream white jacket and skirt. She had a melon face and big eyes, which were very eye-catching on her face.

The ministers have a lot of sighs about song qiuer. She looks very pleasant, and her eyes are full of aura. She is a girl who grew up in the capital.

Seeing this, the ministers began to have a definition of song qiuer's and Murong Ting's favorite types. Maybe general Murong hasn't been near women for such a long time. Is that the problem?

Maybe people are used to the appearance of these ladies in Beijing. To put it bluntly, maybe murongting doesn't like the pedantic appearance of the ladies in Beijing?

"Xianggong, do you think general Murong likes the woman of song qiuer's temperament?" A madam stirred to stir handkerchief, looking at Song Qiu ER and Murong ting that direction.

"This..." although the man next to the old woman didn't make a sound, he also acquiesced. He really thought so in his heart.

That person thought in his heart, anyway, since murongting has begun to be close to women, that's a good thing. Song qiuer is good-looking, but there is only one style, can't you paint? The same face, see more, will feel tired of it?

It's like a dish. I'm tired of eating it all of a sudden. I have to change my taste, don't I?

Many ministers thought about this in their hearts and began to have ideas in their hearts.

"Little girl Luo Qingshuang has seen your majesty before. She wants to dance at such a palace banquet. I hope your Majesty's permission." Between a blue woman stood out, slowly walked to the front of the crowd, slightly a blessing body, lower the head, a few wipe broken hair hanging in the ear, with the head silver step shake.

It seems that it's a little chilly.

"Sure!" The emperor is now depressed. When he sees someone willing to come to relieve the atmosphere, he just thinks it can't be better.

The princess's face was full of curiosity, and some words were interrupted.

When the woman was talking, the imperial concubine was also looking at her. Looking at her appearance, she felt strange. She really didn't understand why the emperor suddenly allowed her to dance.

I'm busy talking about song qiuer's business. If I worked hard, I might be able to do it. Now I suddenly come out. What's the matter.

However, the imperial concubine originally planned to open her mouth to make trouble for the woman who didn't know what to do, but in the next second, she was stared back by the emperor.

I didn't dare to speak at once, so I had to sit on one side, but I couldn't hide my unwillingness.

The woman attracted the attention of everyone present, except song qiuer and Murong Ting, who seemed isolated from the world.

Murong Ting goes to song qiuer and pulls song qiuer to his own position. Two people sit together. Unexpectedly, there are just two people sitting there.

Two people sitting together, just no longer on the chair, leaving a gap, look over, two people like Bi Ren, huntian.

Song qiuer was pulled to her side by Murong ting. She wanted to go to her own position, but at this time, Murong Ting suddenly came up to her ear and said, "sit quietly with you. Here, there's no arrangement for your position, isn't it?"

After listening to Murong Ting's words, song qiuer looks at them. Sure enough, he doesn't see the emperor preparing a place for him. He doesn't know whether it's intentional or unintentional. However, song qiuer can be sure that if he goes down, there is no place to sit down. Undoubtedly, he is a focus again.

Don't get into trouble all of a sudden because of this kind of thing. Don't you hate trouble?

Think of here, song qiuer cleverly nodded: "good."

Murong Ting is more satisfied with song qiuer's cleverness and holding her little hand by himself.

All of a sudden, Murong Ting has a good feeling for the queen she hasn't met for a long time. If she doesn't know whether she intentionally or unintentionally hasn't arranged a place for her little girl, she can't get close to her any more.

Now Murong Ting is not willing to leave song qiuer, even for a minute.

Two people just sat on the seat, the woman named Luo Qingshuang, put on a white dress, at first glance, it really has a look of ecstasy.

However, this woman is also interesting, with a silver peacock on her head. Song qiuer looks curious and turns to the queen. But this time, I'm afraid she will be disappointed.

When the queen saw the headdress, she just laughed and said nothing.

"Do you know this man?" Song qiuer leans to murongting's ear and asks.

Two people originally sat on the same chair, although the position was just right, but if it wasn't for song qiuer's petite, in fact, it was a little crowded.

Now, song qiuer comes to Murong Ting's ear again, which makes the distance between the two people closer. Murong Ting looks at it, and doesn't dare to show his satisfaction. Worried about the little girl, he pinches himself hard again. At that time, he is not afraid of pain. Don't let the little girl pinch her hand again. At that time, her hand turns red. In his heart, I have to feel a lot of pain.

Murong court just put joy in the eye, speed is very fast, fleeting, song qiuer did not notice.

"I don't know." Murong shook his head and answered immediately.

How can I not know the little girl's mind? Even though she asked about the girl, if she answered slowly, even though the little girl believed in herself, she would have to taunt herself.

At that time, it will be more difficult to coax the little girl.

Murong Ting, for the sake of such trouble in the future, will not allow this possibility to happen.

Obviously, Murong Ting's response made song qiuer very satisfied.

In the face of this woman, song qiuer's doubts are directly proportional to her curiosity.

"That's strange. She wears a white peacock on her head. Although it's right to match her clothes, it's too strange. The peacock is not much different from the Phoenix. The queen didn't react to it." Song qiuer gently said his doubts.

At this time, when Murong Ting heard song qiuer's words, he turned his eyes from Song qiuer's small hand peeling walnuts to the dancing woman in the banquet center.

Only looked at one eye, a master's brain is very good, plain said: "she ah, I remember, is the Queen's niece."

No wonder a certain master clearly remembered that although he was loved by so many people at that time, this little girl was really the most special.