At first, Mu Zhong only bought the land on the other side of the Yu River, but Mu Zhong's maternal uncle came forward to buy the land on this side of the Yu River. The filial piety courtyard was carried out in secret. Although Emperor Hong'an gave the money openly, it was discovered that it was The reason for the praise, and the fact that Mu Zhong had never had any contact with Yongjing, many people did not think of this, so they have been living in peace for so many years.
Mu Jieyu walked into the living room in the front yard under the leadership of Uncle Lu. Before he stepped through the door, he saw a girl sitting high in the main seat. The girl was no more than a year old, with a face the size of a palm and slender eyes. But she already has a palace, and her exquisite and small facial features make people feel pity at the first sight. If it weren't for the arrogance on her face that was not concealed, she would be a girl who I would pity just like Lin Daiyu.
She was wearing a bright yellow tube top embroidered with pink lotus flowers, swaying on the ground, and a peach-pink belt embedded with pearls around her waist. Her soft waist looked slim. She was covered with a gorgeous robe in a pink floral autumn fragrance color. She wears a transparent silver gauze with dark patterns on her shoulders, holds a long verdant silk ribbon on her arms, and wears a luxurious flying bun. A gold-plated emerald with six Huasheng branches on her head, two white jade lotus hairpins, and ruby-dotted hairpins hanging from her ears. Pomegranate flower earrings, a pendant of the same style around her neck, and two fine mutton-fat white jade bracelets on her wrists.
Luxurious but a bit vulgar, grand yet a bit domineering.
Mu Jieyu's eyes swept across the Dongzhu hanging from her waist, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
"I've met Princess Shaoyang." Mu Jieyu stepped forward, bowed slightly and saluted.
"You actually know who I am?" Princess Shaoyang looked at Mu Jieyu in surprise.
Mu Jieyu smiled and said nothing, his eyes falling on Princess Shaoyang's waist.
Princess Shaoyang followed her gaze and happened to see Dongzhu swinging slightly around her waist. Her eyes suddenly flashed: "How did you know that I am Princess Shaoyang?"
Not everyone can carry Dongzhu, and not everyone can carry it however they want. The royal family has royal rules.
In the harem, in addition to the nine pearls hanging on the waist of the queen, only the imperial concubine can hang six pearls on the waist, and only the princess can hang three pearls on the waist, and she is a titled princess.
Mu Jieyu was able to recognize Princess Shaoyang, naturally because of her age, and also because Concubine Hui was in Dexinyuan at the moment, and the eighth princess of Shaoyang was the daughter of Concubine Hui.
"When we entered the city, my father mentioned that Concubine Hui was recuperating in the other palace." Mu Jieyu answered truthfully.
"You are indeed a smart one." Princess Shaoyang raised the corner of her lips, "When you call me the emperor, you are very affectionate. People who don't know may think you are the emperor's biological son."
Mu Jieyu pretended not to understand Princess Shaoyang's obvious sarcasm. She couldn't care less about such a little girl: "My father has treated me very well, so naturally I want to reciprocate him."
"You are so courageous. You and I, the princess, are really disrespectful!" As soon as Mu Jieyu finished speaking, the maid behind Princess Shaoyang scolded her.
Mu Jieyu's eyes turned cold. He looked up at Princess Shaoyang and saw that she just raised her eyebrows without any intention of speaking. Her cherry blossom-like lips opened coldly: "Bai Su, Zhang Zui."
"Pah, pah." The lingering sound of Mu Jie's words was still there. Bai Su's figure flashed, and the clear voice suddenly rang out. When Princess Shaoyang came to her senses, the maid behind her had been slapped to the ground. A pretty picture His face was swollen into a pig's head.