After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Ning Er just managed to reunite with the people from Xin Yuan Marquis's residence before the banquet started. When Madam Xiang saw her coming, she smiled slightly, as if Ning Er had only been away for a moment: "Miss Ning is back."

She looked around and found that except for Old Madam Zhu, all the female relatives who came with her from the mansion were present. Even Shen Ruyao had a sullen face and followed Madam Xiang obediently.

Madam Xiang only said, "The old lady has been invited by her in-laws, the old lady, to go with the chairman as the host. You can come with me."

Ning Er took a deep breath and smiled sweetly. So many things had happened in the past half day, and when she returned to the table, she felt as if she had been away for several days.

Shen Cunzhu had spent more than a month preparing for the feast, so naturally everything was perfect. At this time, she had changed into a robe, raised the wine jar, and first worshipped the flower god, and then thanked all the guests on behalf of the wife of Duke Dingguo.

The table was filled with flowers in bloom and dancing swallows and orioles. Delicacies and rare seafood and land treasures were presented one after another, but Ning'er, for once, had no appetite.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became relaxed, and the ladies sitting next to them also began to chat and laugh.

Xiang Mengxuan was a careful person. When they sat down at the table, she deliberately let Ning'er sit on her right, and arranged Shen Ruyao and several concubines on her left.

Sitting next to her were the two ladies of the Zhu family, who were, in terms of relationship, the old lady's nieces-in-law.

The older Madam Zhu raised her wine cup and toasted Madam Xiang before lowering her brows and smiling, "I vaguely heard that there was a wedding in the Marquis' Mansion a few days ago?"

They were all relatives, so Xiang Mengxuan did not hide anything and replied softly, "Yes, our Marquis has taken in a new concubine."

The two Zhu Madams exchanged glances without making any noise. The elder Zhu Madam smiled and said, "That's really a great event. It's been a long time since I heard such news from the Marquis' Mansion. I wonder which girl could have such a blessing?"

Xinyuan Hou Shen Chongyan was well-known throughout Beijing for having few concubines and offspring. Now, for the first time in history, he took in a concubine, and everyone was very curious.

Xiang Mengxuan took a sip of the wine in her glass and said with a smile, "It's nothing. It's just that our old lady is showing her respect. The girl's surname is Song. So, she is my niece's cousin."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhu felt that her question was not appropriate. Although the distinction between wives and concubines was not as strict as in the previous dynasties, it was rare for a man to marry a concubine.

Mrs. Xiang's family background can only be said to be not very impressive among these noble ladies, but she has a very good life.

Although her family background was ordinary, she was favored by the old marquis and married into the Xinyuan Marquis's Mansion. Although her husband was a concubine's son, he was loved by his mother and brother. Not only was he well-off, he also recently got an official position. She also had two sons to support her, so it could be said that she had nothing to worry about.

But now, out of nowhere, her cousin married her uncle as a concubine. If this got out, it would not be very nice.

Although to be honest, many officials in the capital were trying their best to marry their daughters or sisters into the Xinyuan Marquis's mansion - it didn't matter whether they were concubines or not, what mattered was to have a relationship with Shen Chongyan.

But the last people to come in were Xiang Mengxuan's nephews and nieces, which inevitably caused people to talk behind their backs. The sister-in-law actually sent people to her uncle's room.

But Mrs. Xiang didn't seem to care at all, and she spoke to them calmly about Song Qiuxin.

When Ning'er heard the words "Aunt Song", her ears moved. If she remembered correctly, Song Qiuxin had just entered the mansion for a few days when the Marquis hurriedly left the capital.

Although she has changed her clothes, combed her hair and become a concubine, she may not have met the Marquis in private yet.

Ning'er's impression of Shen Chongyan deepened even more vaguely. It turned out that outside, other people were so concerned about which concubine the marquis had married.

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The afternoon sun shines through the tiles on the rear eaves of the Yuchen Hall, casting an image on the jade steps.

Wu Shilu walked with a breeze today. He changed into a brand new dragon robe, held the jade bottle with a smile on his face, and knelt down in front of Emperor Zhaoyuan's throne and said, "Your Majesty, what do you think of this flower?"

The emperor raised his eyelids, stared at the gorgeous pink and white bouquet for a while, and suddenly smiled and said, "Not bad."

Wu Shilu chuckled and flattered, "Your Majesty, please take a closer look. This is the best one that our Miss Ning picked out after careful selection and picked for you personally."

He emphasized the word "personally". When Emperor Zhaoyuan heard this, he threw the letter in his hand, stood up, and held the jade bottle in his arms personally.

As if holding a treasure, he turned the branch of peach blossom up and down to admire it, and then said with satisfaction: "It is indeed very good."

Then he said, "How can you ask Ning'er to do it herself? What are you doing here? The peach branches are rough, what if you get hurt?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan found the best table, placed the bottle of golden peach on it, and scolded with a smile: "You servant, you have a good job today. Why don't you explain yourself quickly?"

Wu Shilu kowtowed again, then happily stood up and reported: "Your Majesty is wise, your guess is indeed correct. This morning, Princess Linping went to the Duke Dingguo's mansion. Coincidentally..."

The emperor listened to him chattering while his eyes were still fixed on the brilliant peach blossoms. When he heard about Linping giving ginseng, he smiled and said, "That's not surprising. My sister has always been kind to the poor and the weak. When she saw Ning'er, even if she didn't know her, she would definitely feel pity for her."

Wu Shilu thought, could this also be a kind of unity between siblings?

When it came to Lou Ying's collision with Ning'er and her group, Emperor Zhao Yuan's expression faded again: "The British public servant was not good at educating his daughter, and he should reflect on himself."

Wu Shilu hurriedly reported the follow-up of the incident to the emperor one by one so that he would know that his beloved had not been wronged or neglected in the slightest.

But Emperor Zhaoyuan was still not satisfied, and he instructed Wu Shilu: "Tell your apprentice to go to Wenxi Hall to get a copy of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, and immediately seal it in the Duke of Ying's mansion. Since you can't teach your children well, let Louqi learn it himself first."

Wu Shilu had cold sweat on his back, but a smile was still on his face. He knelt down to receive the order and sent his apprentice out.

He secretly sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that he had great self-control and saved the best news for last.

Then she took out an exquisite ebony box from her bosom, raised it high above her head with both hands, and said, "There is another thing. I was entrusted by Miss Ning to present it to Your Majesty."

"It was written by Miss Ning herself, and she specifically ordered that no one else be allowed to peek at it, and that it be 'handed directly into the hands of Master Chu'."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Shilu felt a gust of wind passing over his head. His hands suddenly became lighter and the small wooden box was in Chu Huan's hands.