Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun also feels the same way. She loved going to Jinxiu Pavilion when it first opened. Her brother, the sister-in-law, would definitely do this business for her sister.

Qingyun tilted her head and asked, "Does no one else know about it except me?"

Mo Jingchun smiled bitterly, "My family doesn't allow me to do business, and they don't even let me touch the family business. They hope that I can guard the cabinet alone like other noble ladies, and they hope that they can ignore my identity as a businesswoman.

I know they do it for my own good, but I have a talent for business and like to read books and books. I don’t want to be trapped in a boudoir, so they don’t know about Jinxiu Pavilion and hope that my cousin will keep it a secret for me.”

Qingyun felt a little sympathetic to her. If she were a rich woman in modern times, many people would be vying for her. Unfortunately, in this era, high-ranking officials and dignitaries looked down on businessmen.

Qingyun nodded obediently, she would never tell the truth. At the same time, she was also very happy that Mo Jingchun did not develop a noble temper. Although he did not like those royal nobles, he did not blind him.

Mo Jingchun was a little timid in other matters, but he was ridiculously strong in his career.

After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun ordered the hosta to be sent to Jingzhuyuan.

Mo Jingchun only kept the hairpin and earrings that Qingyun originally selected, and the others were sent to Qingyun.

Qingyun picked out a few luxurious items and sent them to Mo Linghuai, saying that they were from Mo Jingchun. Mo Linghuai's love for Mo Jingchun increased even more.

On this day, Mo Jingchun and Qingyun were embroidering under the willow tree.

Mo Jingchun knew how to embroider, and she was very good at it, but Qingyun couldn't do it. She didn't know how to do it, and she never learned it, and the original person couldn't eat, drink and have fun every day.

Chunhua is also a good embroiderer, so the two of them can talk well in this regard.

After only a short while of embroidery, Qingyun pricked her index finger into several eyes. The pain made her burst into tears.

Mo Jingchun had long persuaded her not to embroider anymore. She was unconvinced and always thought it was not difficult, but in fact it was just a slap in the face. Qingyun lay on the table dejectedly.

I was thinking, why have there been no banquets recently? Life without mobile phones is so boring.

Just when I thought of taking a walk, I saw Qing Ge walking in with a straight face, cupping her hands and saying: "Miss, cousin, the master wants you to go to the front hall."

Qingyun and the others left without waiting for a response. Dongxue said dissatisfied: "This Qingge is really rude. He keeps a straight face all day long, as if someone owes him money."

Qingyun felt that what Dongxue said was right or wrong. She was not rude, but she owed her something.

"Ignore him, cousin, let's go." Qingyun pulled Mo Jingchun towards the front hall.

When they arrived, they discovered that everyone except them was there, and it felt like a three-chamber trial. Qingyun did not salute, but Mo Jingchun wanted to salute, and Qingyun pulled her up as soon as she bent down before she could speak.

"They are all members of the family, so there is no need to salute."

Mo Jingchun glanced at Mo Linghuai and Qing Rongxu, and saw that neither of them were angry, so he avoided saluting.

Mo Linghuai said with kindness in his eyes, "Sit down."

Qingyun asked in confusion, "Father, mother, brother, is there something big going on?"

Qing Xiao said gently: "It's not a big deal. It's the queen's birthday in two days. You can't escape this year, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Qingrong Xu Ye said: "Yes, this year's birthday party is not simple."

Qingyun looked at Qingrong and asked, "Why is it not simple?"

Qing Rongxu shook his head mysteriously, not intending to say anything.

Mo Linghuai glared at the pretending Qing Rong and said, "Don't scare them." Then he turned to Qingyun and said, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. There is nothing simple. You have a mother with you, so don't be afraid."

Qingyun smiled, "Mom, I'm not afraid."

Qing Rongxu was a little aggrieved by the glare and looked at her son. However, Qing Xiao didn't even look at him and cursed the little bastard in his heart.

No matter how many times he watches it, Mo Jingchun will still envy the family atmosphere of the Qing family. This is true family affection.

Hearing that Mo Linghuai meant that she was going too, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Qingyun saw Mo Jingchun's haste, grabbed her hand and said: "It's okay, it's my first time too, let's go together."

Mo Jingchun liked this soft and waxy cousin very much, and felt much more at ease when Qingyun said this.

Mo Linghuai was also very pleased to see the interaction between the two sisters. One was her niece and the other was her daughter. She did not want the two to be at odds.

"Jingchun, take a good look at it when you get to the banquet. This is your chance," Mo Linghuai said.

Mo Jingchun knew what opportunity she was talking about. Isn't this the purpose of coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Mo Jingchun shyly responded in a low voice: "I understand, aunt."

When Qing Xiao talked about this topic, he started to want to run away. He cupped his hands and said to Mo Linghuai: "Mother, the news has been brought. There is something else in Dali Temple, so I will leave first." He picked up his robe and left.

Mo Linghuai said in a majestic tone: "Stop."

Qing Xiao was frozen in place, and it was either a matter of leaving or not.

Qing Rongxu knew that the opportunity for revenge had come, and touched his non-existent beard and said: "Your mother hasn't finished speaking yet, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Come on, sit down, and listen to your mother."

Qing Xiao was forced to sit down again without looking at Mo Linghuai.

Mo Linghuai glanced at Qing Rongxu and said seriously: "Someone from the Shangyi Supervisor will come to measure you later. How will you measure yourself now that you are gone?"

He continued with a serious tone: "You are not young anymore. Don't think about running away every time you bring up this issue. You should also give me a good look at this palace banquet."

Qing Xiao seemed to have put away the sharp spikes of a hedgehog, and was extremely obedient.

Mo Jingchun has become more experienced. What she is most afraid of is Qing Xiao.

He usually looks like he is repelling people thousands of miles away, but he is also a gentle and gentle gentleman in front of Qingyun. However, it is the first time to see him in such embarrassment, which is a bit cute. Mo Jingchun secretly smiled.

Qingyun's eyes lit up when she heard that she was going to make new clothes. New clothes. What girl doesn't like beautiful clothes?

As for Mo Linghuai's urging to get married, Qingyun had the mentality of watching a show.

Anyway, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, so she won't put out the fire if it can't burn her. Just as she was about to watch the fire from the other side, she received Qing Xiao's look of help. Qingyun hesitated but decided to help him.

Qingyun praised her profound righteousness, blinked at Qingxiao, gave him a reassuring look, and said: "Brother, where are the Zhaiji pastries you said you wanted to buy for me?".

Qing Xiao exclaimed as if he had just remembered, "Oh, look at my memory, I bought it and forgot to take it from Dali Temple."

He looked at Mo Linghuai with a little embarrassment. Mo Linghuai frowned, "How can you be a big brother? He can even forget the cakes he promised his sister and still not go back to get them."

Qing Xiao hurriedly responded: "My mother said yes, I will go back and get it right away."

He was walking very fast, as if someone was chasing him.

Qing Rongxu was enjoying the show, but when the main actor left, he said he hadn't seen enough.

Mo Linghuai scratched the tip of Qingyun's nose and said, "Don't think that I don't know the little tricks you two brothers and sisters have."

Qingyun hugged Mo Linghuai's arm and acted coquettishly, "My mother must cooperate with me. My eldest brother has already had a hard enough time at Dali Temple. My mother can let him handle the major events in his life."

Mo Linghuai patted Qingyun on the back and said, "Okay, okay, you two, you are the only one with the most clever ideas. Mom won't force him anymore, just let him go."