After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

"But I heard that at the morning court today, the prince debated with the scholars for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"Isn't it? So many people are no match for the prince alone."

Qin Yaoguang thought: It’s as if you were all there.

But how do I describe this feeling?

It didn't disgust her.

She has always insisted on doing one thing, and she will continue to do it regardless of whether anyone supports her or not, and she will not waver.

But she felt comforted by the fact that someone was supporting her so strongly.

The ladies' eyes were filled with envy, envious that the eldest princess had such an outstanding prince consort who would stand up for her like this.

In the ancient times when polygamy was practiced, who didn’t have some troubles in their backyard?

Since the founding of Dajing, there has been only one person like Prince Anle who went to the court to support his wife.

Chun Ning was really happy for her sister, and she came up to her and said, "Sister, the prince consort is so good to you!"

Her expression was three times more excited than Qin Yaoguang himself.

Zhao smiled and said, "Since the prince is here, how can we keep him waiting? Sisters, let's go!"

Suddenly, there was a good-natured laugh.

Qin Yaoguang: ...

To be honest, she is really not good at dealing with this kind of joke.

Learn more about being single from birth.

The Su family mansion is naturally not as luxurious as the princess's mansion, but it has a unique kind of tranquility that belongs to literati.

Qin Yaoguang led his men towards the Moon Gate and saw from afar the tall and graceful Yan Changqing standing under a clump of Xiang bamboo.

Several attendants behind him were holding lanterns in their hands, and together with the lanterns in the corridor and the oil lamps on the stone pillars in the courtyard, the deep and light interweaving created a hazy light golden light.

He stood in this patch of light and shadow, his handsome and straight facial features were tinged with the chill of the winter night, and were particularly cold as snow.

No matter how he tried to hide it, he could never get rid of the cold sharpness that was unique to military generals.

As I got closer, I saw that he was wearing a stone-blue robe with pine and bamboo patterns, with a finger-wide green satin belt to outline his figure. A layer of silver gauze covered his cloak of the same color, which faintly reflected the twinkling starlight.

Under the cloak, on the honeysuckle-patterned belt around his waist, was a warm and flawless white jade ring.

His attire was somewhat different from what Qin Yaoguang usually saw after he returned to Beijing.

In Qin Yaoguang's impression, Yan Changqing doesn't care much about food and clothing, and is quite unpicky.

His clothes, unless necessary, are always low-key and comfortable.

And what can I say about his outfit tonight?

It was obviously specially arranged and matched, which was quite thoughtful.

It looks low-key, but it is exquisite in every aspect.

It brings out the best of his height, long legs, broad shoulders and narrow hips, and emphasizes his unique temperament.

So, this man, he always knew his advantages?

I'm just too lazy to clean up on weekdays.

So why did he dress up like this tonight?

Thinking of this, Qin Yaoguang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and even his breathing became a little difficult.

It's not that she is narcissistic, it's just a reasonable guess.

Yan Changqing came specially to pick her up. If it wasn’t because of her, who else could it be?

She pinched her palm and calmed herself down.

Yan Changqing stood there, watching her, the center of attention, walking towards him.

Behind the Moon Gate is the backyard, and he cannot enter.

The night made his eye sockets look very deep. Staring at her for such a long time was like gazing at a star that was most far away from him among the stars. It was gentle and lonely.

There is a kind of sadness that cannot be expressed in words.

Qin Yaoguang felt a little softened by his look. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

Fortunately, Yan Changqing took action.

He took a step forward, lowered his eyes to look at her and said, "Your Highness, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. I will escort you back to the palace."

He spoke these few words with extraordinarily deep affection.

Qin Yaoguang could only say "hmm" and walked out the door with him.

Dark as ink.

Yan Changqing took the lantern from his attendant's hand and used it to light the way ahead for her.

The servants who followed the two men tacitly kept a distance from them, and even their footsteps were very light.

It was as if there were only two people left in the world.

The cold fragrance is faint, and Yan Changqing only hopes that this road will never end.

Neither of them spoke, but it wasn't awkward.

There is a strange feeling of comfort.

Qin Yaoguang thought she would feel uncomfortable, but she didn't.

The tall figure walking beside her and his rhythmic footsteps made her feel very safe.

Originally, she wanted Chun Ning to go with her.

However, Chun Ning ran faster than a rabbit and took Yan Jinyin away with him, under the pretext of sending Yin Jie'er back home for her.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the gate of the Su Mansion.

Qin Yaoguang paused, and the servants who followed him all surrounded him.

Someone took out the horse stool for her, and someone led the horse to Yan Changqing and handed him the whip, all in an orderly manner.

Qin Yaoguang stretched out her hand and placed it on Yan Changqing's arm.

Guyu stood by with his eyes lowered, brows lowered and a submissive look.

She didn't want to do that, but what could she do if the prince consort wanted to take her job?

Qin Yaoguang lifted her skirt and looked at him, and met a pair of deep eyes.

The candlelight reflected in his eyes, swaying and dancing.

She breathed heavily, and with the help of his arm, she got into the carriage in silence.

Soon after, Guyu and Hanlu also got into the carriage.

The wheels move forward slowly.

It was the time when the lights were just coming on and the capital city was bustling at night.

Amid the hustle and bustle of this world, the sound of the horse's hooves ridden by Yan Changqing was particularly clear.

Qin Yaoguang closed his eyes and leaned against the car wall to organize his thoughts.

The sound of horse hooves seemed to be stepping on her heart.

In a trance, she seemed to be standing in front of a lonely grave, and the person standing in front of her was Yan Changqing, who was a few years older and had a weathered face.

However, this picture only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Qin Yaoguang pressed his forehead with his hand, thinking to himself, what on earth is going on?

After meeting Su Ziyu, the hallucinations became more and more numerous.

She also couldn't figure out the reason behind it.

Seeing that she looked tired, Guyu gently covered her with a thin silk quilt, and Hanlu put a piece of incense in the gilded hollow incense burner fixed on the table of the carriage and lit it.

A faint fragrance filled the carriage, giving Qin Yaoguang a short dream.

Take a short break and feel refreshed.

Unfortunately, she couldn't remember the content of the dream at all.

When they arrived at the Princess's Mansion, the servants removed the threshold and the carriage drove directly into the second gate before slowly stopping.

Qin Yaoguang helped Guyu get off the carriage and couldn't help but look around.

Not seeing Yan Changqing's tall figure, she didn't know whether she was relieved or disappointed.

Back at Huamu Hall, Hanlu helped her change out of her overcoat for meeting guests, announcing the arrival of the Spring Equinox.

"Your Highness, after the prince came back from court today, he sent a lot of flowers to our yard."

flower?

Qin Yaoguang raised an eyebrow.

Where did he buy the flowers in this cold winter?

Moreover, judging by the tone of the Spring Equinox, these flowers don’t seem to be ordinary flowers.

"What flower?" she asked.

"They are the daffodils that the Queen Mother grows in her palace."