The palace banquet had not yet started in the evening, so Xiao Qingyu had to go there in advance.
Wen Jiaojiao had just changed his clothes and left the inner room when he saw the emperor entering the palace, covered in snowflakes.
The emperor actually came in person to pick up Sister Qingyu for a palace banquet.
Zhao Yelin saw Wen Jiaojiao dressed in red and joked: "None of the lanterns hanging on this beam are as red as you."
Wen Jiaojiao bowed respectfully to the emperor. Facing the emperor, Wen Jiaojiao always looked awkward. Even though he was her brother-in-law, she did not feel at all friendly to him.
He was the emperor, and all she felt was the majesty of the emperor.
Even though Zhao Yelin came to pick him up in person, Xiao Qingyu still looked cold and indifferent to him. He took Wen Jiaojiao in his arms and said, "Sister, I'll go over first. It's already dark outside. Please hurry up and talk to Ayan."
Come together."
After saying that, Xiao Qingyu looked at Wen Jiaojiao carefully. She was wearing a festive red winter dress, which made her face look gorgeous and cute.
Although she is still young and petite, her body proportions are very good. The winter coat she made for her is not very thick. The inside is made of warm velvet fabric, and the outside is light red gauze with gold embroidery on it.
The silk silver thread is very elegant and flexible when walking, and will not look bloated.
She felt that girls should dress up beautifully. She did not have a biological daughter, so she spent all her thoughts on Wen Jiaojiao.
As soon as Xiao Qingyu and the emperor left Fengyi Palace, the emperor asked her: "Why don't you take her with you?"
Xiao Qingyu: "Your Majesty, don't you know why?"
Zhao Yelin smiled and said, "Is the queen worried?"
Xiao Qingyu got on the sedan chair and turned to look at Zhao Yelin, "Your Majesty, you think I shouldn't worry about my concubine? After all these years, Your Majesty should know that I regard Jiao Jiao as my own daughter, not my sister."
Zhao Yelin stepped forward and held Xiao Qingyu's cold hand, "As long as you are here, I will not have other thoughts, Ayu, I hope you understand."
Xiao Qingyu listened to Zhao Yelin's deliberately lowered voice and withdrew his hand, "Your Majesty, don't worry."
Looking at Xiao Qingyu's stubborn expression, Zhao Yelin's eyes flashed with bitterness.
Can he rest assured? In fact, if he wanted to, he could keep Wen Jiaojiao in the palace. As soon as Wen Jiaojiao gets married, if Xiao Qingyu no longer has to worry about her...
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Qingbo asked Wen Jiaojiao and Zhao Yan to ride in a sedan chair to the Yingqing Hall to attend the palace banquet.
It gets dark very early in winter, and it was already completely dark when Wen Jiaojiao went out. The palace attendants began to light lanterns along the long street outside.
It was cold and the road was slippery, and it was still snowing heavily outside. The snow had not been plowed for a while, and the snow on the road had already reached my ankles.
The palace attendants carefully carried the sedan forward and walked forward. Wen Jiaojiao, wearing a thick cloak, hugged Mrs. Tang and looked at them with many guards following them.
Since the assassination occurred in Yingqing Hall that day, many guards were added to the palace.
The road from Fengyi Palace to Yingqing Palace was very quiet, except for the occasional sight of some palace attendants and maids passing by carrying various objects.
The entire palace seemed quiet and empty, making people feel lonely looking at it.
Along the way, Wen Jiaojiao met several concubines who were heading to the Yingqing Hall. Probably because their status was relatively low, they could only walk there. When they saw the prince's sedan chair, they had to give way and salute.
The concubines were all surprised when they saw Wen Jiaojiao in the sedan chair. They all recognized it was Miss Wen, but they didn't expect that she would come to a private banquet like the New Year's Eve family banquet.
When they arrived at the entrance of Yingqing Hall, Wen Jiaojiao got off the sedan chair and took two steps forward. She slipped and was about to fall. A pair of hands stretched out to support her.
"Thank you." Wen Jiaojiao subconsciously thanked her. As soon as he finished thanking her, he let go of the hands supporting her and knelt down in front of her.
"The noble man has broken his servant."
Wen Jiaojiao watched the guard kneel down in front of her and said hurriedly: "Get up."
"Thank you, sir." The guard stood up and stepped aside.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the guard's thin figure and young age, and the outline of his face looked somewhat familiar.
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but look at him a few more times. After seeing his face clearly, Wen Jiaojiao was slightly startled. This little guard looked so much like Xiaohe!
"you......"
Wen Jiaojiao was surprised and asked, "What's your name?"
The little guard lowered his head and said, "My name is Bai Yu."
"Bai Yu? What is your relationship with Xiao He?"
Bai Yu was slightly startled and glanced at Wen Jiaojiao, "He is my slave's brother."
Wen Jiaojiao smiled and said, "No wonder I think you two look so alike, like twins."
After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao looked at Xiaohe, "Xiaohe, is he your brother?"
Xiaohe replied to Wen Jiaojiao: "Miss Fourth, he is the younger brother of the slave. The slave and Xiaoyu are twins."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Bai Yu and then at Xiao He. Their faces were almost identical, but Bai Yu was obviously stronger and taller than Xiao He.
Perhaps it is because the little crane was purified and no longer develops.
Unexpectedly, his younger brother also joined the palace as a bodyguard.
However, the two of them are really good-looking, with delicate and fair facial features, and a fresh and clean temperament. Xiao He has a touch of femininity after becoming a palace servant, but Bai Yu does not have that, and he looks like a refreshing young man.
"Let's go in."
Zhao Yan interrupted Wen Jiaojiao, who continued to admire the beautiful young man, and took her hand into the Yingqing Hall.
Xiaohe gave Bai Yu a look, and Bai Yu returned to the guard queue. Xiaohe followed the prince and continued to be a silent little palace attendant.
"It feels like it's colder this year than last year. It was so cold on the way here that I couldn't walk."
"Wei Bin, you live so close to Yingqing Hall and you still feel so cold that you can't walk. Those of us who live far away will suffer even more."
Concubine De peeled the tangerine and said with a smile: "You young people wear so little for the sake of beauty. Why aren't you cold? If you want to wear more clothes like me, you won't feel cold."
Shen Lanjun on the side smiled slightly and said: "We old people in the palace don't like to dress up as much as the new concubines..."
Before Shen Lanjun finished speaking, Concubine Li sneered and said: "Oh, Shen Zhaoyi is so beautifully dressed today. She doesn't look like an old man in the palace, but more like a beautiful lady who has just entered the palace."
Concubine De and others looked at Shen Zhaoyi. She was wearing a water-red palace dress today. This palace dress was not as thick and velvet as other concubines, but was made of layers of light gauze with embroidered skirts.
With golden cloud patterns and pearls dotted around the collar, this outfit was so dazzling that it almost overshadowed Concubine Li's brilliance. No wonder she wanted to be angry with her.
Shen Lanjun smiled slightly and did not take Concubine Li's words to heart.
While the concubines were talking, they saw Zhao Yan and Wen Jiaojiao entering the palace.
As soon as she arrived, Yingqing Hall immediately became quiet.
Concubine Li was surprised and said: "What is she doing here? She is not a concubine in the harem."