Women's procrastination can't be said

"Ahem..." Song Yuyan happened to be talking about Song Qingwu falling from the sky to save her from danger, and she became emotionally excited, which touched the wound and coughed violently.

Song Yanjun quickly held her hand, opened his eyes wide, and his face turned pale with worry: "What's the matter? Yan'er?"

"Cough, it's okay. I was in a hurry." Song Yuyan shook her head with a smile, and waved her hands again, indicating that she was fine.

"Then don't talk about it, you have a good rest. Tell me and the teacher after the injury is healed. Don't worry, the days to come will be long." Seeing that she really has no major problems, Song Yanjun held back a little raised some concerns.

Song Yuyan smacked her lips involuntarily, and glanced at Song Feng. Song Feng nodded to indicate that he agreed with what Song Yanjun said.

Pouting her lips lightly, Song Yuyan calmed down obediently, picked up a cup of tea close to her and drank it.Song Yanjun blushed slightly and looked away.

Song Yuyan used the teacup he drank from, although it was not in the same position.

Song Yuyan was used to being clingy to Song Yanjun like an older brother, so she didn't feel anything, and looked calm.

"Dong Dong." Suddenly, there were two dull knocks on the door in the silent hall.

The old housekeeper stood there expressionless, and silently withdrew his knock on the door.The door was open, and he knocked to beckon the three of them.

"What's the matter?" Song Feng and the old butler met their eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty has sent someone to wait outside the mansion to invite Miss to the palace."

"To the palace?" Song Feng frowned.

"I'm afraid I want to give Yan'er a reward. Yan'er has done a lot in the wild city and saved the country from fire and water, so my father will naturally reward her." Song Yanjun looked at Song Yuyan proudly, as expected.

Song Feng nodded to express his understanding, and said, "Who did you send?"

The old housekeeper paused slightly, and said, "His Royal Highness."

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The three walked out of the mansion.

The ruts were so new that they hadn't even been covered with snow, and the long depressions came in the distance and came to a halt under the wheels of a gorgeous wagon.

The golden carriage was extremely ostentatious, and there were many guards and maids standing around.

He Zixia was dressed more formally today, wearing the official uniform of the Song Dynasty, with his hair neatly coiled on top of his head.

Most of the official uniforms of the Song Dynasty are dark blue robes with exquisitely crafted blue and gold stripes. The number of stripes depends on the rank. The higher the rank, the more stripes.

There are ten stripes circling on the official uniform of Song Feng, the lord of the great city, nine stripes for the lords of the second to tenth cities, eight stripes for the lords of No.11 to No.20 cities, and so on.

As the general of the left wing, Song Zhuzhu also had nine stripes on his official uniform, while Qin Qing had seven stripes.There are also some of Song Yan's relatives, who have three to six stripes, just like Luo Feng, the head of the Luo family, who has six stripes.

However, the emperor, the queen and others do not have official uniforms, because the emperor has a dragon robe, the queen has a phoenix robe, the prince has a small dragon robe, and the prince and princess have their own exclusive formal attire.

Song Yuyan naturally knew this rule, and counted He Zixia's official uniforms carefully, there were nine stripes on them!Although it is not as good as Song Feng's Shidao, which has the most in front of him, it is already on an equal footing with Song Fangzhu.

Song Yuyan remembered that He Zixia seemed to be just a small servant of the prince, and it was already very good to get a stripe with such an identity, but He Zixia was in a high position and had a high rank.

Song Yuyan thought so, but forgot that He Zixia was originally the sixth prince of He Guo, and his status should be extraordinary.In addition, during Song Qingwu's nine years of training, he was always by his side, so when Song Qingwu established the reserve, he was promoted to a higher rank by the way.

"My subordinates see the Great City Lord." He Zixia bowed to Song Feng, cleverly avoiding Song Feng's sight.

"My subordinates see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Song Feng nodded lightly, then saluted towards the carriage, as if it was a salute to Song Qingwu who did not show up, and the rest followed suit.

Song Qingwu sat in the carriage and said two words indifferently: "Get up."

The corners of He Zixia's mouth curled up into a refined smile, and he looked at Song Yuyan kindly, with a respectful and easy-going tone: "Please get on the carriage with His Royal Highness and Miss Song, Your Majesty will wait in the palace for a long time."

Song Yuyan's heart tightened inexplicably, she got up without dressing up, dressed casually and messily, she really didn't want Song Qingwu to see her appearance.

Pulling the coat on his shoulders, he said softly: "I came out in a hurry, and I was dressed too casually. Can I go back and tidy up a little before entering the palace?"

He Zixia had expected that she would say this, so he gently opened a corner of the curtain, motioned her to look, and then said with a smile: "Your Highness has already thought about this situation, and has ordered people to prepare formal clothes and a dressing room in the car. According to the What His Highness means is that this subordinate has selected a few capable maids from the Queen's Palace, who are especially good at grooming at the daughter's house, and they are all waiting in the dressing room to serve Miss Song the whole time."

Now Song Yuyan had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the carriage.When the curtain was opened, a gust of warm wind rushed in. Song Yuyan caught a glimpse of the sitting blue figure from the corner of her eye, and quickly found the dressing room, and quickly entered it.

Song Qingwu seemed to want to say something, but as soon as Song Yuyan came in, he ran to the dressing room sullenly, blocking what he wanted to say in his throat.

Exploring eyes glanced at the gently shaking door curtain, Song Qingwu still closed his mouth.

He Zixia was amused by her anxious look, and said: "Miss Song is very eager, and wants to dress up quickly. You help Miss Song take care of it." He was referring to those congregation Ziru A maid chosen from the palace.

"Yes."

Song Yuyan had just found a small stool to sit down, when she heard He Zixia's words, her little face instantly flushed red in embarrassment.

Song Yanjun also lifted the curtain after Song Yuyan entered, and sat beside Song Qingwu calmly.The two brothers are indifferent, they don't look at each other, and they are silent, but the atmosphere is not weird.

"The Great City Lord will not come up." He Zixia's warm voice came from outside the curtain.

"Why? Didn't your majesty tell me?" You can't see Song Feng's face, but you can feel his dissatisfaction just by hearing his voice.

"His Highness specially arranged another carriage for you. Please go this way."

"..." Song Feng frowned slightly, but followed He Zixia into another carriage.

After Song Feng was settled, He Zixia came back.The door curtain was closed from the inside, and He Zixia's signature smile immediately collapsed.

The carriage began to drive to the palace.

He Zixia found a place to sit down, stretched his waist, and said leisurely: "Huh, I'm really tired. I got up too early today... I really need to sleep well after I finish my work." ..."

He yawned while talking, the tired look on his face was clearly visible, his eyelids were drooping weakly, and he leaned gently on the seat.

Song Qingwu didn't even look at him, showing no interest at all, while Song Yanjun was amused by his funny appearance.

At the same time, the door curtain of the dressing room was opened, He Zixia glanced curiously and powerlessly when he heard the movement, and then...

No sleep at all.