The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Ji Mengshu was feeling resentful. Her brother still had an old illness, yet he went to Zhenzhou without any care. Not only were his parents at home worried, they also postponed the wedding date.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Wei Zheng stopped talking and stood in the corridor watching the maids coming in and out busying themselves.

He Hui was cooking wine. A wisp of white steam was emitted from the hot charcoal in the wine pot under the corridor and gradually dissipated in the frosty weather.

Wan Rong watched such a large group of people busy coming in and out, and actually felt a trace of the affection he had longed for in this place in Shangjing City where he had no relatives.

Thousands of lights, this is the feeling she wants.

Ji Mengshu wiped her hands with a handkerchief and stood at the bottom of the corridor with Wan Rong. She looked at the entrance of the courtyard and said, "What time is it? Why haven't they come yet?"

"Who else will come?" Wan Rong looked around, looked at her and smiled, "But the Regent?"

Ji Mengshu nodded, "He said he would come today..."

Seeing that she seemed a little unhappy, Wan Rong pinched her fingers and said, "The Regent King never makes empty promises. Maybe something is holding him back. Let's sit down first."

They warmed the wine and brewed tea, and chatted. It happened that He Hui and Wan Rong were both introverted people. Ji Mengshu was carefully peeling the cooked peanuts one by one, and suddenly thought of Li Huaixiang.

If Huaixiang were sitting here right now, she would definitely be chattering non-stop. I wonder if the moon at the border is full or not? Is she doing well there?

However, Li Huai's dream since childhood was to take up a spear and go to the battlefield. In the piles of yellow sand, there must be fun that others cannot understand. There was no one living on the border, and there were only a few letters from her, all of which were pressed under her dressing table.

Outside, several figures were walking slowly on the thin and cool bluestone slabs. There were green pines and cypresses beside the path. The men were wearing green brocade robes embroidered with bamboo patterns, with wide sleeves slightly hanging down, looking like gentlemen.

Everyone stood up and had a private gathering. There weren't as many formalities as usual, so they just bowed to show greetings.

"There are many paths in the courtyard, and it was getting dark. I almost got lost." Ning Rongzhang stood in the corridor and stroked the water droplets on his sleeves. "But we are late?"

"It's not too late, come and sit down." Ji Mengshu called him over. They sat down and talked about family matters.

The moonlight was bright, casting a radiant light across the courtyard. "Ah Shu, the palace just received a secret letter, saying that General Ji is doing well, don't worry."

The maids in the mansion brought up the hot dishes one by one. They were so delicious and tasty that just looking at them could make people salivate.

She nodded softly and didn't ask when he would return.

On the other side of the square wooden table, Wei Zheng was smiling as he picked up some food for He Hui. He Hui blushed and patted the back of his hand under the table.

There was a crisp sound of "pop". Wei Zheng raised his head with a frown on his face, his eyes were hurt, "Ahui..."

This scene fell into Ning Rongzhang's eyes. The latter slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, lowered his head and ate with an expressionless face. He thought that he might not have been assigned enough work in the council hall.

Ah Shu had been in a bad mood for several days because of General Ji's going to Zhenzhou, but he was fine, acting as if nothing had happened.

"King Dongzhi mentioned something to me before. He wanted you to return to Dongzhi, but I refused."

Wei Zheng raised his eyes and said, "It's better to refuse. I'm living well in Shangjing, why should I go to Toshiba?"

"King Dongzhi has no son. After a hundred years, he will definitely pass the title to you."

Others may only know that King Dongzhi and Wei Zheng are uncle and nephew, but those who are close to them know that they are father and son with blood ties.

The Manchu-Han Banquet instantly lost its taste in his mouth. Wei Zheng frowned slightly, "Let's talk about it a hundred years later."

He Hui sighed slightly in his heart. Because of the relationship between him and King Toshiba, this was something Wei Zheng would never be able to get over.

Wan Rong didn't say anything, and several maids around him brought the warmed wine jugs and poured wine one by one. The aroma of the wine was very pleasant. Wan Rong looked at the clear wine in front of him and said, "There are many fruit wines in Jiangnan. This wine smells like fruit. Would you like to try it?"

After changing the subject subtly, everyone returned to their meal.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and there was laughter throughout the banquet.

It was not until evening that everyone was in a hurry to go back. The Jiangnan fruit wine was slightly sweet, and the warm temperature penetrated into the chest and warmed up the limbs.

They drank a lot, and when He Huifang stood up, he felt his legs and feet a little weak. He calmed himself down and said goodbye to everyone.

Qingzhu stood behind Ji Mengshu and reached out to help his young lady. "Miss, are you drunk?"

Ji Mengshu raised her head, opened her misty eyes, and rolled her bright black eyes. "Not... not drunk..." It was just fruit wine. She only drank three or four... five or six glasses.

Ning Rongzhang stood up and said to the others, "It's getting dark, so we'll take our leave first. Miss Wan, please stay."

Wan Rong smiled and stood up. He watched Ning Rongzhang help the man up and said, "Go slowly on the way."

After everyone left, the originally lively banquet became deserted, as if she was the only one in the courtyard.

"Xiao Ruo, let's clean up and go to bed."

Xiao Ruo sighed, led the people to the side room, and brought warm water for them to wash.

The moon was on the branches. Wan Rong leaned against the window with the moon open. The sky in Shangjing City was free and unrestrained. It would be great if he could bring his mother to Shangjing in the future.

She was the only daughter of her mother, and her father liked the sons born to other concubines. She left home early and went to the palace. For so many years, how did her mother survive in the palace?

"Girl, the hot water is ready."

She quickly put the handkerchief on the wooden tray, Wan Rong hummed, and Xiao Ruo left first. She slowly washed her face with warm water. The window was not closed, and a cold breeze occasionally blew in, making her lose her sleepiness.

Sitting on the bed in his inner clothes, he lowered his eyes to look at the amulet in his hand and murmured, "How can I give this to you?"

The Ji family was very prominent in Shangjing before, but the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Yuan, was not in the capital most of the year, so the girls in Shangjing naturally didn't know who Ji Yuan was. Later, Ji Yuan returned to the capital, and with just his face and the aura he had cultivated in the border counties, he won the favor of many girls.

Thinking of this, Wan Rong grabbed your amulet and fell into confusion again and again.

midnight.

A gust of wind obscured the bright moon, and in the second half of the night it began to drizzle.

Jifu.

Inside Fulanxuan.

The girl turned over unconsciously and put her slender white arms on the waist of the person beside her. The whole bedroom was silent, and the maids who were originally serving in Fulanxuan disappeared one by one.

It was already midnight when we sent the person back to Ji Mansion.