Song Qiao's tongue twister was stared back by Mi Xiayao with a cold and warning look.
Maid Song, who was still brave just now, immediately fell silent and stopped talking.
The banquet of Mrs. He, the minister of Dali Temple, will be held three days later.
Although Mi Xiayao took good care of her ankles these days, she still felt a little lame when she walked.
Fortunately, Song Qiaoxu was holding her, so unless you looked carefully at her walking habits, you probably wouldn't be able to tell anything strange.
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He Mansion is located in one of the houses in Baiguan Alley, and because there was a small gathering of ladies today, Baiguan Alley was quite lively.
The carriage stopped with difficulty at the door of He Mansion. The butler who had been waiting for a long time saw Mi Xia Yao coming and immediately stepped forward enthusiastically.
"My eldest wife has been waiting for Miss Mi for a long time. Please come here!"
As he spoke, the butler ordered the most clever maid to lead the way.
Mi Xiayao smiled lightly throughout the whole process, and her whole body had a cool and calm temperament. It seemed that all the atmosphere around her could not affect her emotions.
The corridor of He Mansion was the most lively, with one or two familiar ladies standing together chatting quietly.
They suddenly felt a breeze, and the light fragrance came from the tip of their noses. Looking along the wind, they could only see the tall and slender back of the woman, walking forward with a calm and elegant pace.
"Which lady is this? I've never noticed such an outstanding temperament before?!"
"The back looks a bit strange. Even I don't quite remember whose wife it is. Could it be the noble lady that Mrs. He recently met?"
"It's not impossible. According to Mrs. He's personality, if she knows a noble person, she will indeed mention it a few words. It seems that this lady has a good relationship with Mrs. He, and they can come to the mansion in person to keep appointments."
"Let's go and have a look."
Mi Xiayao seemed to be walking at a steady pace, but she was extremely fast wherever she went. By the time those people reacted, she had already passed by them.
As we walked deeper and deeper into the corridor, we saw that it was a little more spacious, and we saw that the corridor was about to be built on a small pond.
On the other side of the pond is a pavilion half-blocked by a bamboo curtain.
There was a rustle of a man's voice over there, and Mi Xiayao vaguely heard the familiar male voice among the voices.
She subconsciously looked sideways.
The maid who led the way was very discerning. She immediately explained in a low voice: "In addition to the eldest lady hosting a banquet to invite all the ladies, the master has also invited colleagues and friends to come to the party."
She said... why she vaguely seemed to hear Pei Xingyuan's voice.
Mi Xiayao withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, stared straight ahead, and continued walking forward.
Some of the men on the other side of the pond were restless. They had opened a corner of the bamboo curtain early and openly observed the figures walking on the corridor.
"Whose wife is this person wearing a purple skirt? After seeing so many people walking by, she is the one that stands out."
When someone saw Mi Xiayao's figure, their eyes suddenly lit up, they pointed at the figure and turned around to ask the people around them.
Pei Xingyuan, who was sitting next to the pond, heard the man talking and lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the corridor opposite.
The purple clothes floated in an arc at the corner of the corridor and then disappeared.
He glanced at the man, raised his lips and said jokingly: "The mother of the secretary of the Ministry of Etiquette is very popular. Ask Mrs. He whose wife the purple woman is."
There is always no limit to the dirty talk between men.
The man who opened the curtain has delicate and handsome facial features. He is a junior in Dali Temple who is quite talented in interrogation. His name is Zhou Ze.
"Brother Pei, can I?! How about I go find Mrs. He and ask." Zhou Ze's dog eyes were quite bright, and his clear pupils seemed to be about to move.
Just like a young and promising boy with no energy in his body.
This momentum made Pei Xingyuan couldn't help but take another look at this junior, and he said casually: "Go ahead, you won't suffer if you take the initiative, but you will definitely miss out if you are passive."
"Hey! Please listen to the teachings of your seniors!"
Zhou Ze mustered up the courage to turn around and hurried out.
As soon as the boy left, He Ke, the minister of Dali Temple, walked to Pei Xingyuan's side.
"Ayuan, why didn't you come with your family today?"
At this moment, everyone in the capital agreed that Pei Xingyuan and Mi Xiayao were already a couple, and they just had to go through the formalities of the big day.
The reason why they were so open-minded was mainly because the incident was such a big deal at the beginning, and the emperor just lightly grounded the two of them, and nothing happened again.
Pei Xingyuan paused slightly while sipping the sake. He looked up and saw a little surprise in Danfeng's deep eyes.
"You don't know? My wife wrote a discount sticker and gave another one to Official Mi, thinking that it is not suitable for you two to use the same sticker at the same time."
He Ke saw his shock, and this time it was his turn as an old family member to snicker secretly in his heart.
Pei Xingyuan's beautiful sword eyebrows wrinkled, but finally relaxed, and his eyebrows seemed calm and fearless.
His thin lips curved slightly, but his deep eyes had long lost their composure, "Dali Temple is busy during this period, and Mr. He also knows that, how can I have time to pay attention to those little families and little loves."
"The pillar of the country, not bad." He Ke suppressed a smile and patted his shoulder.
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On the other side of the pond, Mi Xiayao was guided by the maid into the backyard where the female family members gathered.
Most of the people here are strangers, and they seem to be family members of colleagues from Dali Temple.
She adjusted her robe a little. The soft couch was not warm yet, and soon a maid in more exquisite clothes came over.
"Mr. Mi, my wife has been waiting for a long time. Why don't you come over here and sit down?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to guide Mi Xiayao to look over there.
In the open hall, it was clear who was sitting there. Mrs. He, who was in charge of the Luohan bed, nodded towards her with a smile.
Since Mi Xiayao came to someone else's territory, she still had to meet Mrs. He.
As soon as she stepped in, she heard a mellow-faced lady in the hall raise her voice and say: "My husband's family has a distant relative named Lin Miao. She is the concubine of the family who caused the incident in the Ministry of Rites. It's really annoying.
"She cries and shouts every day that her family is poor, and she is pregnant with a child. She is sitting in the hall of my mansion with her big belly, and I am scared to see her."
The eldest lady of Dali Temple Qing He Ke lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea. She looked up and saw Mi Xiayao walking in.
She first gave the round-faced lady a wink.
Then he said to Mi Xiayao generously: "It is our great honor that Miss Mi can come to the banquet despite her busy schedule."
Mi Xiayao just happened to hear what the lady said, and her heart tightened slightly, probably guessing what Mrs. He meant.
She smiled decently and sat down at the right place, "Madam, you are so flattering to me. There is no reason why Xia Yao shouldn't come to the invitation you sent."