Outside Jinxiu Pavilion, Shen Yizhi has been waiting for a long time.

No matter how he usually ignored Leng Lanzhi, on more formal days, he would suppress his emotions and wait to appear with her.

In the Songjingyuan, which is used to entertain guests, the guests are chatting and laughing.

Beautiful maids shuttled among the guests like butterflies in flowers, stocking tea, wine, fruits and snacks, and guiding guests in need to where they wanted to go.

The ladies of the imperial court, dressed in fine clothes and jewelry, gathered around Zhao and had a lively conversation with her.

The wives of high-ranking officials and the ladies of destiny, whom I rarely see in daily life, today all regard themselves as the main ones.

Not to mention how comfortable Zhao felt.

In the envious eyes of the wives of high-ranking officials and their wives, she spoke eloquently: "My family Yi Zhi can fight one against a hundred on the battlefield, his bravery is unparalleled! Although my family An'er is young, he is very competitive! He can now stand up to a horse step for a long time. The sticks are getting better, and the calligraphy is getting better and better. Even my son, who is so picky, can’t help but praise him."

Ladies and wives: "The prince-in-law is naturally powerful, otherwise how could he fall in the eyes of Princess Jialuo?"

"If Princess Jia Luo takes a fancy to her and takes her as her legitimate son, the young master will naturally be smart and delicate."

Suddenly I heard a call: "The princess has arrived! The prince-in-law has arrived!"

Not long ago, their eyes were filled with the wives of high-ranking officials and their wives. Suddenly they looked away. They all stood up and walked out of the room. No one focused on themselves anymore.

Zhao's face was distorted for a moment.

The crowd automatically parted a path and came with their hair in towering and complicated hair.

The pearl hairpin ring on the overly complicated hairstyle was beautiful. As she moved, the golden steps swayed and shimmered, and everything she passed seemed to be shrouded in holy light.

Leng Lanzhi didn't say "flat body", no one dared to stand up straight and look at her beautiful face.

She held her head high and walked past people who bowed their heads to pay homage. None of the guests in the court were of low status, but no one dared to stand up abruptly.

She walked through the crowd as if strolling in a garden, like a mysterious and beautiful fairy strolling in a garden.

Mrs. Zhao was not as respectful and pious as the others, she just stood up to greet him.

She looked at Leng Lanzhi, who was coming in all directions, and saw that her precious son, Shen Dacai, who was known as the scholar of Shengjing and was invincible on the battlefield, was reduced to a mere foil next to the woman.

Although everyone on the path he passed looked down and bowed their heads, the person they bowed to was not him, but the woman beside him.

Even the Thousand-faced Shura Gu Diansi, who was known as a mad dog, looked downcast at this time.

Zhao suddenly felt indignant.

She's just a woman!

Why should she steal the limelight from her son?

Today’s protagonist should be her precious grandson! It’s her precious son!

At this time, Leng Lanzhi also walked up to her and said lightly: "Get down."

Then she smiled and called out: "Mother-in-law."

Mrs. Zhao suddenly put on airs, held her head high and snorted: "Well, you're here?"

Her voice was cold, which made the ladies and wives around her frown secretly.

Shen Yizhi also frowned.

He can always carry it clearly.

His mother is the mother-in-law, so no matter how she makes trouble with the princess in the house on weekdays, as long as it's not too excessive, it's fine.

But what is the occasion today?

There are so many powerful ladies here, and if they show disrespect to the princess, if the princess is full of resentment towards them in the future and wants to cause trouble, public opinion will not be on their side.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but frown and look at his mother, her slightly cold face full of warning.

Zhao's expression changed slightly, and she finally remembered that she should obey the princess today, so she stopped acting like a monster.

Leng Lanzhi saw the change in Zhao's expression. Although he did not look at the person beside him, he guessed that it must have been Shen Yizhi's wink that made Zhao calm down.

She smiled heartily.

At the same banquet in her previous life, she dressed very low-key because she wanted Shen Yizhi to accept her, and followed Zhao's instructions in everything.

Zhao, on the other hand, kicked her in the face and made her look bad at banquets many times to embarrass her.

But she still endured it.

This time, she came with a high profile and did not intend to wrong herself.

She was already prepared to trade yin and yang with Zhao, but she never expected that Zhao gave in first.

The person who made her give in was Shen Yizhi who chose to sit on the sidelines in her previous life.

How ridiculous.

She didn't show anything on her face, nodded slightly and said, "Here we come." Then she asked, "What are you talking about?"

The atmosphere was ignited because of this sentence.

The Prime Minister's wife chuckled, seemingly relaxed but actually said respectfully: "We are talking about the consort and the young master, but Madam Marquis has praised the consort and the young master to the sky!"

Leng Lanzhi raised his lips and smiled lightly, but did not refute: "My consort is naturally excellent. As for the young master...if he is not excellent, I will not accept him."

When Shen Yizhi heard the words "my consort", his heart beat violently for no reason.

It's like the first sight that touches your heart when you first fall in love, and it's like the first sip of wine you take in your life.

He couldn't control his heartbeat, which was beating like a drum, and his eyes fell on the woman unconsciously.

The woman's face is truly beautiful.

He hated her dressing up, but he had to admit that she was suited to dressing up.

She is a born princess, so she should sit on the princess throne, and the people of the world will present the rarest gold jewelry with the most pious respect and love...

Suddenly, the woman spoke: "Take a seat."

A sweet sound like the sound of a piano sounded, waking up the stunned people.

Shen Yizhi looked up and saw that the women had entered the room, but he was the only one who was still standing still.

Thinking of the state in which he had just lost his soul, he lowered his eyes to collect the thoughts in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Princess, I will entertain the guests."

Leng Lanzhi looked at him with a smile: "Go."

This was the first time that Leng Lanzhi smiled at Shen Yizhi since she returned to Beijing. It was not a sneer or a sneer, but a gentle and shallow smile.

The long-lost smile suddenly bloomed, like an epiphyllum blooming. Shen Yi's heart jumped again, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

In the crowd, a certain Shura had sinister eyes, and his falcon-like eyes were fixed on Shen Yizhi, scanning the panicked and confused face, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Then he looked at the woman who looked like stars holding the moon, with a somewhat aggrieved look in her eyes.

What on earth did she fall in love with that kind of trash like the Prince Consort?

He is obviously better looking and more powerful than the Prince Consort, so why doesn't he want to take a second look at himself?

Just because the prince consort can do a few demos?

Or is it the consort’s eight-minded mentality?

As Leng Lan calmed down, everyone who had been immobilized seemed to come to life, and the courtyard became lively again.

Gu Zhan thought about what was going to happen later, and the grievance in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the leisurely feeling of waiting for the good show to begin.

He sat leisurely at the table closest to the man, and there was no one else on the entire table except him.

He didn't feel lonely, but felt more at ease.

Although no one dared to sit at the same table with this moody man, his presence was so strong that no one could ignore it.

Leng Lanzhi was discussing with the ladies on the side the most popular jewelry nowadays and the poems and prose circulated in Beijing. No matter what the ladies started, she could pick up the pieces perfectly.

Ms. Zhao on the side was completely speechless.

Zhao clenched her fists in her sleeves angrily.

This woman is stealing the spotlight from her precious grandson!

Wait... where is her sweet grandson?
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