My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm also a married woman, and speaking of it, this is just my natal family." Ming Xuan also laughed, "We two have the same disease. Fortunately, we are thick-skinned and don't care what the brothers and sisters say."

"My sister-in-law is gentle and considerate. I can't wait to treat you as an ancestor. She would say nothing." Yun Dai said.

"What about me, your grandfather, your father, your mother, your two older brothers, which one doesn't treat you as your ancestor?" Ming Xuan curled her lips, "Compare all of my own."

Yun Dai picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'll give you an extra piece and stop your mouth!"

The two talked and laughed after having dinner, then walked a few times in the garden to digest, then went back to the house to wash and sleep.

Two days later, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is a reunion day, a big festival, and even the court will give officials a holiday.

It stands to reason that the palace should pick Yundai back to the palace. Even if you don't return to the palace, there should be something to come over. But there was no news in the palace except for food and clothing from the supervisor of the ceremony.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't even send anyone to ask.

It took Yundai three days to embroider a purse, which was sent to Zhao Yuanjing.

She meant to apologize to him.

But Zhao Yuanjing didn't respond at all.

Forget Yundai.

She apologized twice, but people still ignored her. Is it going to be a third time with her hot face and cold ass.

In the evening, the Hou Mansion had a reunion dinner. After the meal, the Mingjing and Mingwei brothers were not too addicted. They invited a few friends to have a drink and admire the moon, and chant poems to make the right.

Because of the national funeral this year, no banquet was held in the palace, and the princes and nobles all celebrated at home.

The Ming brothers invited King Yi as a guest.

Both Zhao Yuanhe and the Ming family brothers are close friends and often hang out together. When Zhao Yuanhe was about to go out, he heard something happen, so he asked his entourage to take a look.

The entourage saw King Qin sitting alone under the laurel tree in the courtyard, drinking to the moon.

That back figure looked a bit lonely.

"It's Prince Qin," the entourage whispered, "I'm sitting there alone drinking."

Zhao Yuan and Qingrun's faces showed a bit of pity: "The little emperor and the father are brothers, and the father is dead, and the little emperor is also sad. Besides, there is not even a caring person in his house who can talk."

He walked slowly over and said with a smile: "Today is the reunion day, and the little emperor is here to have a drink alone. Isn't it a shame that this beautiful day is beautiful?"

Zhao Shu raised his eyes to look at him, and said indifferently: "There will be Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and the moon will be full. What a pity. Are you going out?"

"Yes, brothers from the Ming family invited me over to enjoy the moon." Zhao Yuanhe smiled, "Surely Uncle Xiaohuang will go with me? There are more people and more lively."

"Not going."

"My nephew should be my nephew, right?" Zhao Yuanhe insisted gently. "My nephew is blind and cannot see the way forward."

He fumbled and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Shu's arm, "Let's go, Uncle Xiaohuang."

Zhao Shu was so troubled by him that he had to put down his hip flask, board the carriage with him, and head to Zhongyonghou's Mansion.

Unexpectedly, the Ming brothers also invited this big man to greet him.

Zhao Shu waved his hand and said, "You don't care about this king, just treat it as if it doesn't exist."

Having said that, who dares to really ignore him.

These sons and brothers love to stay together, recite poems and make poetry. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival with a good moon and full moon. They put out melons and fruits in the garden, pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write poems on the theme of the moon.