"Oh, okay, then the Ai family will hand her over to Mu'er to deal with it?" The empress dowager touched the head of the girl in her arms, with a kind face.

A few days ago, she knew a little about Mu Mu's love affair with the young master of the Yan family. Now that the lover suddenly became a woman, it is no wonder that the little princess was so angry.

"How long?" Mu Mu still asked.

But the heart of a certain woman in the audience was a torment! Princess, I will never disguise myself as a man again.

"March, how about it?" Fortunately, the Empress Dowager's deadline was not long.

"Okay, the Queen Mother said, March is about March!" Mu Mu agreed with an unhappy expression. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind a "fake man": "I will give you one day to report to my Ziying Palace tomorrow."

"Yes, princess." Qing Ning had no choice but to lower her head and agree obediently. After Mu Mu left, she also tactfully retreated.

In the hall, Mu Ling and the Queen Mother were left in a short while.

Mu Ling took a few steps forward, bowed to the Empress Dowager, and said lightly, "Thank you, Empress Dowager, if nothing else, Mu Ling will take his leave first." After that, he walked out the door step by step.

Looking at the man's figure gradually fading away, the queen mother's eyes were filled with tears, she raised her hand slightly, and the "Ling'er" finally turned into her mouth, wanting to scream and lose her voice.

That is her favorite young son? Why, after being raised by the Queen for nine years, I will no longer get close to her?

Qing Ning had no face to go back to Jiangwan Palace, and left a letter to say goodbye. After receiving the empress dowager's oral order, he walked out of the palace gate alone.

The early spring breeze, mixed with a little undissipated chill, raised her sleeves, and this figure felt desolate when I thought about it.

As we approached the palace gate, a slender figure of moon white walked past her. It was Mu Ling.

She looked up at him. He did not look in her direction as usual, or he did not look at her at all. He just walked forward, still with deep eyes, unable to see any emotions, but the pace was much heavier than usual.

Today he wore a moon-white brocade robe, with dark silver patterns outlining the mandala flowers, which were not like golden flowers, but this scene added a sense of desolation. It turned out that there was a more bleak back than himself, leaving only a trace of determination between heaven and earth.

Qing Ning left the palace all the way, and it was already afternoon. He walked alone on the bustling streets. The red figure was incompatible with the excitement here.

After three days, she stayed in the palace for only three days, but she seemed to have such a long life. Qingning never knew that a person could experience so many things within three days.

"Fate is really unpredictable." Qing Ning sighed to herself, preparing to go back to the Shangshu Ling Mansion to eat something first. She crossed the street and turned to the right and arrived. She accelerated her pace and walked forward, but found that the road ahead was cut off by a group of passers-by.

Obviously, Qing Ning walked over with some curiosity,

In the middle of the crowd, at this moment, a rude-looking man with a big beard was arguing with Cao Shiwei.

"This is mine, you can't take it away." The man and the hen protected the baskets of eggs under his command.

Why, is he selling things to subsidize his household income? It is obvious that it violates the regulations of Caoshi.

Those Caoshiwei obviously knew him and were embarrassed: "General, I am ordered to act, don't make things difficult for me."

"General" Qing Ning thought to himself that the Tianche Dynasty attached the most importance to military generals, and which general would be hungry to go to business to subsidize the family income?

Anyway, no matter what, she didn't eat for most of the day and couldn't think about it anymore. She just wanted to go back early.

So Qingning walked over, pulled up the man, and said to the Caoshiwei: "No, you misunderstood. The general is helping our family do good deeds. These are all for free to the people. The general may not be able to express it very well. Please forgive me, brothers."

When the onlookers heard this, they immediately took the baskets of eggs empty.

"You, you..." Looking at this scene, the man's eyes were filled with crystal tears, full of heartache. It was the egg he had saved for more than a month!

"This general, just think I bought it." Qing Ning said, handing him some money and buying those eggs was more than enough.

"Thank you girl" the man looked at Qing Ning gratefully.

"I don't thank you, the salary of the military general is not low. Why did the general fall to this point?" Qing Ning asked casually.

The man had a sad expression on his face, and before he could speak, a woman's voice came.

"Okay, no wonder I've been quarreling with me these days! Lin Tiao, it turns out that he has a little vixen outside."

Hearing the sound, a tough woman about thirty years old came over, wearing a simple green cloth skirt. As soon as she came over, she raised the man's ear and cursed: "Okay, Lin Tiao, you've grown your skills, and said, what's the name of this little vixen?"

Lin Tiao? Is this his name? Qing Ning looked up at this extremely matching couple in a daze. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain it.

She has lived for sixteen years and has never done anything good. Today, she finally helped me to get into such a thing?

She didn't plan to interfere anymore, so she turned around and was about to leave, but she was suddenly caught by the woman and couldn't take a step. Why was she so strong?

Qing Ning turned around and wanted to explain something, but before she could speak, another man's voice came.

"Miss, Your Highness has been waiting for a long time."

Everyone stopped and looked straight at the person. They knew very well that this person was the closest guard of King Pingzhao, Yue Yunyang.

Everyone was immediately shocked and started to talk. No matter when and where, whenever they were involved, people were always particularly concerned.

Lin Tiao finally found a savior and shouted to the woman: "See it! If someone invites him, why would he fall in love with me? He just bought our eggs. Dear girls, don't always be embarrassed outside and go back for me."

As she said that, Lin Tiao dragged the woman away. Qing Ning also turned around and walked into Mu Ling's carriage along Yue Yunyang. She knew that the grace of saving her life was to be repaid, no matter what the other party's purpose was.

Unfortunately, Qing Ning turned around too quickly. If he had a moment of slowing down, he could see the eyes of the woman in green. It was mixed with a little coolness, and it was particularly terrifying.

There was no one in the carriage except Qingning. She couldn't help but be curious. Didn't it be that King Pingzhao invited him? Why was she the only one?

Before she could ask, the carriage had already stopped. At Yue Yunyang's reminder, she stepped out of the carriage and saw... Yipinju.

"Guard Yue, who invited me?" Qing Ning didn't walk in, turned to look at Yue Yunyang, his eyes so clear that he could see through him.

"Girl, your highness is in a bad mood to save the girl, please advise me."

Listening to Yue Yunyang's serious explanation, she knew it in her heart, thinking that he was depressed when he saw his master and asked someone to relieve his boredom.

"Okay! Help you once." Qing Ning responded with a smile.

"Miss Yan, you are so nice." Guard Yue said with a look of gratitude and his expression was extremely exaggerated.

Qingning looked at him and smiled. Can Mu Ling still be depressed with such a pistachio by his side?

After saying goodbye to Yue Yunyang, Qingning walked into Yipinju. Downstairs, there were colorful guests, lively, but Mu Ling was not. She turned around and went upstairs, and at the second table on the left of the upper floor, she finally found the figure that was incompatible with the lively here.

Qing Ning did not talk to Mu Ling first, but sat down opposite him, looking at the man with picturesque eyebrows in front of him, leaning on the chair, and pouring wine into his mouth with the wine pot in his hand.

The wine pot was a distance from his lips. The wine poured down and dripped a graceful arc in the air. Disobedient wine drips flowed out, slashing along the lips, condensed at the Adam's apple, and against the backdrop of the lights, it was particularly fascinating.
Chapter completed!