"Really? Why are you coming to Beijing at this time?"
"You forgot, the Holy Wanshou Festival is coming soon, so of course we are here to celebrate his birthday. Come on, let's go and have a look. I heard that the battle is huge!"
Lingbao monk Shang Jingxian, who was holding hands, was bumped into by the running crowd. Hearing this conversation, he said "Huh?"
"Is King Qi coming to Beijing today?" Ling Bao asked Shang Jingxian.
Shang Jingxian remembered it and nodded: "Yeah, I forgot about it!" She took Ling Bao's hand and asked, "Should we go and take a look too?"
Ling Bao said, "Okay." He told the king who was following him, "My king, you have to follow closely, don't get lost."
The king meowed, looking very dissatisfied: "How could I get lost? This is too much!"
Ling Bao chuckled, knelt down and purred the king's cat head.
Two people and a cat went there together, and when they arrived, they happened to see King Qi entering the capital.
It is no exaggeration to say that the formation was huge. A team of well-trained troops came to separate the crowd of onlookers on the main street. After confirming that there was no one in the middle, the long motorcade drove in from under the solemn city wall.
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The clatter of horse hoofs and the rumble of carriages came from far and near, and the leader was the legendary King of Qi.
His Royal Highness, King Qi, looked to be in his forties, with a handsome face, a beard on his upper lip, and a hooked corner of his mouth. His deep black eyes did not give the people on both sides a look, but kept looking in the direction of the palace. Two people followed him.
Both sons have expressions of great satisfaction.
Then came several luxurious carriages. It is roughly estimated that even a dozen people would not feel crowded. The carriages were made of the most precious wood and were worth hundreds of gold. However, they were used by the King of Qi to make carriages. The carriages were decorated with silk on all sides.
The car windows are inlaid with gold and silver, and even the embroidery on the car curtains is made of gold thread.
Ling Bao noticed King Qi's eyes and also glanced in the direction of the palace.
"Oh my god, I thought they were exaggerating, but it turned out that the momentum was really so huge." Shang Jingxian looked at the motorcade that could not even see the end of the car, and was stunned in shock.
Ling Bao looked away from King Qi, frowned and said, "It's too arrogant."
He was so arrogant that it almost made people feel like he was showing off his power.
Shang Jingxian nodded: "A little bit indeed."
Thanks to Lingbao, her share was always indispensable when there were any banquets at the eldest princess's residence. However, she met the families of so many high-ranking officials and nobles, and she was not as good as one-tenth of the people who came to the capital from the King of Qi.
After watching it for a while, he lost interest. The two of them went to buy some things together. Although they didn't have to worry about food, clothing or spending money, Lingbao was used to saving. As long as she went out to buy things by herself, she basically wouldn't buy them.
Expensive stuff.
After arriving home, Jiang Baohui called her over.
"Lingbao, come here and try on some clothes."
Ling Bao put down his things and walked over and asked, "Mother, why are you making clothes for me again? There are still many unworn clothes in the closet."
Jiang Baohui said while changing her clothes: "This one is different. This is the clothes you will wear to the palace to attend your uncle's birthday banquet in a few days. And there are not many, there are only a few pieces. One set every day is not enough."
One year.”….
Ling Bao couldn't laugh or cry. How could he wear different clothes three hundred and sixty-five days a year? And there are not many clothes in several cabinets?
But Ling Bao understands very well, because she has seen her mother's wardrobe. Oh no, the wardrobe is not suitable, the dressing room is more suitable, because the whole room is filled with Jiang Baohui's clothes, because they are for daily wear, banquet wear, and formal occasions.
What you wear must be clearly distinguished.
After Ling Bao changed her clothes, she turned around and showed it to Jiang Baohui. Jiang Baohui smiled and touched her face: "Whose little girl is this? Why is she so beautiful?"
Ling Bao smiled shyly, buried his head in his mother's arms, and said hummingly: "Mother said it too bluntly, I will be embarrassed."
Zelan joked: "Girl, why should you be embarrassed? What the eldest princess tells is the truth."
"That's right." Chunhua also laughed. Seeing some wrinkles on Ling Bao's hem, she knelt down and straightened them out. "The girl is naturally very beautiful."
Although he is still young, his skin is as white as jade, his eyes are bright and lively, his cheeks are smiling, and he has an aura of lightness that no one else has.
Ling Bao's face turned red and he said, "Don't laugh at me!"
Everyone laughed, and Jiang Baohui pulled her around again and pointed out a few things that needed to be modified. Zelan took note of them all and took them to the embroiderer in the mansion to modify them later.
"Mother, my monk sister saw His Royal Highness King Qi on the street today."
Lingbao stayed with her mother today and got into bed after taking a bath. Her mother is much better now, and a good mood is conducive to her condition. This sentence is indeed true, so Lingbao will choose at least one thing every month.
Spend at least a day talking to Jiang Baohui, whispering to each other and exchanging feelings between mother and daughter.
Jiang Baohui paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and said, "Lingbao, don't get too close to the people from Prince Qi's Mansion. They are all domineering and arrogant guys. Do you understand?"