I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

The male guests who were originally seated stood up to greet the guests when they saw them coming, vacated the main seats for the two of them, and then sat down again according to their seniority.

Those who just wanted to try their luck in the Marquis' Mansion were also extremely happy at this time.

Unexpectedly, both of Kyoto's famous people were invited to the Marquis' Mansion, and they couldn't help but look at Song Nanzhigao.

Everyone took the opportunity to curry favor with them and toasted Liu Zimo and Prince Jin.

Prince Jin sat aside sternly, his eyes fixed on those who were toasting him.

Everyone who saw this withdrew their hands.

"We still have things to do, so we can't drink more. Let's drink tea instead of wine as a sign of respect." Liu Zimo took the teacup and hurriedly covered for King Jin.

It is said that Prince Jin loves his son dearly, and ever since the little prince came into being, he never drinks a drop of alcohol whenever he takes the little prince with him out.

Seeing it today, I found that it really lives up to its reputation.

Some people paid special attention to the Marquis' Mansion. They had heard that Liu Yueru had invited He Chen'an back to the Mansion to be Song Shijin's private teacher, and asked curiously, "Why is Mr. He not here when it's so lively today?"

"Yes, Teacher He Chenan was once a famous scholar and beauty in Kyoto. Brother Song is a little stingy. He hides this famous teacher from us." A colleague who had a good relationship with Song Nanzhi in the crowd started to make a fuss.

Song Nanzhi was also in a difficult situation.

He had already asked someone to invite He Chenan, but they said it was a banquet in the mansion and he didn't like crowds and refused to come.

"What? Are you afraid that we will snatch the famous teacher away?"

"Please don't misunderstand, my friends. It's just that Mr. He doesn't like crowds, so he doesn't want to participate." Song Nanzhi explained.

The colleagues who were originally making a fuss, seeing Prince Jin and Liu Zimo sitting quietly, did not dare to say anything excessive.

However, the Prince of Jin seemed to be looking at Xie Wenhua at the female seat at this moment.

At this time, Xie Wenhua looked curiously at the lotus-colored pastry inlaid with golden flowers in Liu Yueru's hand.

This was made by Liu Yueru herself for Song Yiyan.

"Want to try it?" Liu Yueru joked.

Xie Wenhua also has many special cakes in Jinwang.

But the one in Liu Yueru's hand was crystal clear and looked very good.

Normally, his mother was afraid that he would damage his teeth, so she would wait a long time before allowing him to eat one or two pieces.

"Is it okay?" Xie Wenhua asked with a red face and a little embarrassed.

"Of course." Liu Yueru was touched by his cute appearance.

I didn't expect that such a lovely soul lived under this stern little face.

She stuffed the cake box into Xie Wenhua's arms: "As many as you want, if you like, I'll make more for the palace in the future."

Xie Wenhua stared blankly at the box full of colorful snacks in his arms, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The taste is refreshing, with a light scent of bamboo leaves, sweet but not greasy, but not particularly sweet. If you taste it carefully, you can also smell the fragrance of osmanthus.

Xie Wenhua looked at Liu Yueru with bright eyes: "Can I take this box back home, aunt?"

"For you." Liu Yueru laughed softly.

Looking at his chubby and cute appearance, I thought that if Song Yiyan wasn't so skinny, he would be as cute as him.

When he was distracted, he overlapped the shadows of Xie Wenhua and Song Yiyan.

Liu Yueru suddenly came to her senses and was frightened by her sudden thoughts.

"Thank you, aunt." Xie Wenhua put the things away like a treasure.

He looked at Song Yiyan again, thought for a moment, opened the snack box again, took out half and handed it to Song Yiyan.

Song Yiyan took a piece from him: "I can eat it often. My mother gave it to you, so you can keep it."

Xie Wenhua was not good at speaking, nor did he know how to make friends with others. After a long while, he managed to say, "Thank you."