Once the personnel are confirmed, the matter is half settled.
As for the dishes, the palace has its own rules, and Mu Yunhan made some suggestions based on the popular trends among the people in recent years.
Queen Zou read the menu and was very sure.
Everything went incredibly smoothly.
Mu Yunhan walked out of the palace gate, still floating.
This is not normal.
If it were her, she would have a lot of ideas on what to do when her child was having a birthday party.
Although Empress Zou had to pretend to be virtuous and virtuous and obedient in front of the emperor, she didn't just ignore everything.
After all, the eldest son of the emperor is the emperor's only legitimate son and the future heir of the Zhao Kingdom.
As a mother, it is something worth being proud and happy about, and you should never have any thoughts about it.
So, what does Queen Zou actually want to do?
While she was thinking about it, Xiaomi reminded her: "Madam, the one in front seems to be General Meng."
Mu Yunhan's heart tightened, he opened the car curtains a crack and looked out quietly.
I saw Meng Jia wearing an azure robe with arrow sleeves and flowers, a golden crown on his head, riding a horse, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, looking heroic.
Looks like he's doing fine.
Mu Yunhan couldn't decide whether to say hello to him or not.
It was she and Gu Fenglin who took the initiative to ignore him and cut off contact with him.
The quarrel with Meng Xiang was like this, and the quarrel with the Lin family even caused a storm in the city...
Mu Yunhan sighed and said nothing until he said hello.
"Change the route." She was about to lower the curtains when Meng Jia suddenly turned around and met her eyes.
He seemed a little surprised and a little sad, so he twisted his neck and looked at her intently.
Mu Yunhan was caught off guard and slowly forced out a smile: "You're back."
Meng Jia seemed to have just woken up from a dream, lowered his eyes and nodded lightly: "Yes."
In just one year, he has changed.
His skin turned into a wheat color, and he had a short mustache on his lips.
The contours of the face are more profound and powerful, and the expression is more cold and steady.
Mu Yunhan suddenly felt very sad.
Meng Youqian is gone.
The person in front of her was Meng Jia, not the Meng Youqian and Meng Sansan she had known before.
She wanted to find a topic to chat with, but found that it was meaningless.
After a long silence, he thought of a question he had wanted to ask for a long time: "How is the old lady's health?"
Meng Jia smiled lightly: "It's not very good, but it's not as serious as the rumors say. In short, it's me who is unfilial."
Mu Yunhan sighed and said, "It's a good life. I have some things to do at home, so I'll take the first step. You can go slowly."
Meng Jia nodded slightly: "Thank you for your concern."
As the car passed by Meng Jia, his big green horse recognized Mu Yunhan and pushed its head affectionately into the car window, wanting to say hello to her.
Meng Jia hurriedly reined in the reins, cursed rudely, and whispered to Mu Yunhan: "I'm sorry."
When he said this, his eyes were looking at the ground, not at her.
"It doesn't matter." After Mu Yunhan walked some distance away, he looked back and saw Meng Jia still standing there, pulling the horse, with his head lowered, motionless.
She was really sad.
The living Meng has money and will never come back again.
Back at the house, Gu Fenglin was still waiting for guests.
He has been very successful recently, and most of the tax reform matters have been left in his hands.
For this purpose, the emperor set up an office for him in the Ministry of Household Affairs and allocated a group of people to help him use it.
He doesn't like to go to the household department very much, and prefers to work at home, so there are often many people coming and going from the Priest Palace.