"Take the emperor to order the princes?"
The little kingfisher complained disdainfully: "It's an old bone, how dare he really think about it?"
"Hi."
Lin Qingluo sighed suddenly and faintly: "Yixuan must be very uncomfortable being scolded innocently?"
"Well, he's not bad."
Little Kingfisher's rare and pertinent comment: "This child is kind-hearted. He has suffered a lot in the past two years, and his temper has softened a lot. He ignored Duanhui when he was scolded, and just walked away."
"I have to protect Jinhao and Jinlei tonight, and I can't get away from them."
Lin Qingluo's heart sank: "Go to the palace and tell Baoya to take good care of Yixuan. The disputes over imperial power have nothing to do with him. Don't let him get involved and get hurt."
"Good."
The little kingfisher wanted to have some fun, so he went to the palace to watch a play, and he agreed very happily.
*
"Miss, Miss He Biqiu of the Zhongyihou Mansion, sent someone to send a letter of invitation, and the person is outside the gate of the mansion."
Before the little kingfisher could fly away, a little maid came running in from the yard holding an umbrella, holding a sweet and pleasant greeting card in her hand.
"Bi Qiu is here?"
Lin Qingluo's eyes lit up, and she couldn't hide her joy: "Go and invite her in."
"yes."
Just as the little girl was about to turn around and leave, another little girl rushed in rushing in, stepping on the slippery snow.
"Miss, Miss Li Mulin of the General's Mansion, Princess Huimin of Prince Qi's Mansion, sent someone to send a greeting card, and they are waiting outside the gate of the mansion."
"Mu Lin and Hui Min are here too?"
Lin Qingluo's heart trembled, subconsciously thinking, what a good day today, all three of them are here.
"There is no need to communicate, I will personally go to meet them outside the gate of the house."
Before she had time to think about it, she took the cloak from the bed and put it on her body, and stepped out of the threshold.
"Miss, Zizhu will accompany you."
Zizhu hastily took an oil-paper umbrella, chased it out from the wing room, and held an umbrella for the young lady.
"Well."
Before Zizhu had time to answer, the young lady disappeared from the small courtyard in a blink of an eye.
*
"Ah Choo."
In the carriage outside the main gate of Zhen Guogong's mansion, He Biqiu was wrapped in a thick cloak, his hands and feet were still cold, and he couldn't help sneezing.
"Miss, it's snowing so hard, who would go out, why do you have to come here today?"
Her personal servant girl also had a red nose from the cold, and raised her hand to her mouth to breathe.
"What do you know."
He Biqiu gave the servant girl a dissatisfied look: "Only when it's snowing can you show your sincerity. Qingluo is my good sister. She finally came back. Can I come and see her?"
"You don't want to see her, you want to see her brother."
The servant girl murmured helplessly.
The muttering was a bit loud, and her lady could hear it.
He Biqiu blushed immediately, and subconsciously covered her mouth.
"Woo hoo."
She exerted a bit too much strength, and the servant girl couldn't breathe freely, sobbing with a bitter face.
"Da da, there are two more carriages, one in front of the other, turning into the alley."
Before it came to a complete stop, the servants jumped off from the shaft of the chariot and sent greeting cards one after another.
When He Biqiu heard the word Qi Wangfu with sharp ears, her heart trembled, she let go of the servant girl's mouth, raised the curtain of the car, and poked her head out to look out.
At this moment, two heads poked out from the carriages of the two carriages that followed.
"Why are you here?"
The three little girls glanced at each other, all showing extremely surprised expressions.
After a while, the three got out of the carriage and gathered in front of the main gate of Duke Zhen's mansion.
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