As soon as he entered the door, Li Zhao immediately laughed loudly and said: "Grandma Huang, my grandson is here to greet you!"

Chengqian Palace is a relatively large palace in the palace. There are three masters living there, Concubine Meng Shu, Wan Jieyu, and Mei Zhaoyi.

Wan Jieyu was also an old woman when the emperor was in residence. She gave birth to the seventh prince Prince Dunjun and Princess Pingyang, the mother of Huang Huaide. Two of the princes who were given marriages this time were from Prince Dunjun's palace.

Mei Zhaoyi is relatively young, having only been in the palace for five years, but she is not very favored and has no children so far.

In the palace, Concubine Meng Shu was talking about how the sisters-in-law should live in harmony in the future, when the eunuch called out: "Prince Su is here!"

Concubine Meng Shu's original smile dropped when she saw Li Zhao coming in with a pretty girl in his hand, and she said in a strange way: "Oh, our prince still remembers me."

Li Zhao brought Song Qingyue directly to Concubine Shu, and said softly: "Come on, Yue'er, come and pay homage to the Imperial Grandmother."

Song Qingyue immediately leaned forward and said, "Meet the Emperor's grandmother."

Not to mention, even though Concubine Shu is old, she still has charm and excellent temperament. It is said that she was also a stunning beauty when she was young. When she first married the emperor, she was very favored for two years, but her temper was really

He was too arrogant and domineering, and was gradually disliked by the emperor.

Song Qingyue's voice was delicate and timid, and Concubine Shu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She snorted coldly: "We haven't married yet, so let's call her Concubine Shu."

So Song Qingyue made another salute: "I would like to express my regards to Empress Shu, Concubine Shu. I would like to express my regards to Empress Jieyu and Empress Zhaoyi."

"Get up, give me a seat." No matter how angry Concubine Shu was, she still had to give Li Zhao some face, otherwise she would really make Song Qingyue stand alone like a maid.

Concubine Shu taught a few girls from aristocratic families who were given marriages: "Since you have been given marriages, you will become the master's wife in the future. The wife must behave like a real wife, and she must learn all the rules that she should learn!"

Several girls lowered their heads and whispered, "Yes."

"Especially you, Song San, I heard you were born in Lingnan?" Concubine Shu specifically named Song Qingyue this time.

Song Qingyue quickly sat up straight and replied respectfully: "Yes, my daughter was born in Guangzhou Mansion."

Meng Yuyan, who had always been around Concubine Shu, was taken aback and asked exaggeratedly: "My sister was really born in Guangzhou! Why did I hear that people there are short and have dark skin, but my sister looks like this?"

Doesn’t it look like it?”

Song Qingyue wanted to roll her eyes: I am a temporary official sent by the imperial court. Does the official understand? He is not a native of Lingnan!

However, she just smiled softly on her face and said in a soft voice: "It really doesn't look like it. Everyone has praised me for my white skin since I was a child."

These words really choked up Miss Meng.

Concubine Shu snorted and continued to admonish her in a stern tone: "Don't think that you can become the royal wife of the prince just by relying on your beauty! No matter where you were before, you must abide by the rules of the capital in the capital. You haven't learned this before.

In the past few days, you have to study hard when you come to the palace, and you must not be lazy and do nothing, or you may ruin the face of the palace."

Song Qingyue hid slightly behind Li Zhao, lowered her head aggrievedly and said, "My lord, please remember your empress's teachings."

Concubine Shu gave her a roll of her eyes and muttered in a low voice that could be heard by everyone in the palace: "A concubine is a concubine and cannot be on the stage!"

Under the table, Li Zhao's hand holding Song Qingyue's hand suddenly tightened, almost causing Song Qingyue to cry out in pain.

She glared at him, and he gave her a smile that was astonishing to all living beings. He rubbed his thumb back and forth on the back of her smooth and tender hand, and his sexy Adam's apple moved up and down.

Although it was only a small movement, Song Qingyue felt her heart suddenly beating uncontrollably. She hurriedly avoided his gaze and tried to take her hand out of his palm. She tried twice, but it didn't twitch.

Concubine Shu, who was sitting in the main seat, was talking about the other girls who had been given marriages. When she saw the little actions of Li Zhao and Song Qingyue under the table, she became more and more dissatisfied with Song Qingyue.

But she also knew that she couldn't talk about Song Qingyue anymore. If Li Zhao's bad temper got worse, he could put a sack on Meng's cousin and beat him with a sap when he got back. She didn't want to provoke this little king of hell again.

Already.

So she said impatiently: "Okay, I, an old man, won't say anything more. You will find me annoying if I talk too much. Wan Jieyu, please take your two granddaughter-in-laws away. If you have anything to say to me, please tell me as soon as possible."

Then he said to Song Qingyue and the other two girls: "You guys should go down and have a rest early. Yuyan will stay and talk to me."

Meng Yuyan immediately laughed, hugged Concubine Shu's arm and asked coquettishly: "Auntie! What's for lunch today? Yuyan hasn't been to the palace for several days, and she's craving for food in your kitchen again!"

Concubine Shu scratched her nose lovingly: "Little greedy cat!"

…

After leaving the gate of Chengqian Palace, Li Zhao grabbed Song Qingyue, bent down slightly, and whispered in her ear: "I wanted to take you to Chuxiu Palace, but it seems that it is not convenient."

Song Qingyue was very uncomfortable with his intimacy. She leaned back and tried hard not to let his warm breath hit her ears. She wanted to take her hand out of his palm again, but it still didn't twitch.

He stared at her, like a wolf staring at its determined prey. Song Qingyue was a little annoyed. She raised her voice slightly and said angrily: "What are you doing! You pinched me so hard just now! I must be green!"

"Where is the green color? I didn't use any force at all!" Li Zhao finally let go of his hand.

Song Qingyue pointed at a less obvious but real bruise on the back of her hand and said angrily: "Here! Here! See for yourself!"

Li Zhao took a closer look and saw that there really was one.

She was naturally thin, with white and tender skin, and the veins and blood vessels under her skin were clearly visible.

Li Zhao clicked his tongue, how could there be such a delicate person? He thought helplessly, still refusing to admit it: "This...is this really done by me? I didn't try hard at all! Why do you look like a block?"

Like tofu, it will break when touched?"

Song Qingyue glared at him cross-eyed, gently kicked him with her leg, and walked away without a trace of anger.

Li Zhao put his hands behind his back, rubbing his thumb and index finger constantly, recalling the delicate and tender touch, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

He nodded and chuckled, clasping one hand behind his back, and walked to the Liubu Yamen in a leisurely manner.
Chapter completed!