Chapter 147: Feng Jun Flower Appreciation Banquet

Father Su's face lit up, he stood up and personally served Meng Yunlan a bowl of soup, and said happily:

"That's good. It will save you from the pain in the future and the need to take medicine all the time. Besides, your stomach will also..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Su Yuan walking in from the corner of his eye, holding a token in his hand and looking unhappy.

Seeing this.

Father Su turned his gaze away from Meng Yunlan and looked at his daughter, wondering:

"Yuanyuan, what happened? Did the doctor tell you some bad news? Otherwise, you were fine when you left the house just now, why are you like this now?"

Su Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the palace card in his hand, then put on a smiling face.

She walked leisurely to the dining table and sat down, sighed softly, pursed her lips and said:

"Nothing much. It's just that when my daughter was seeing Doctor Xu off, she happened to run into a palace servant outside the door who was delivering Lord Feng's instructions."

After that, she glanced at the men, sighed, and continued:

"It is said that Lord Feng will hold a flower-viewing banquet in the palace in three days. All the young ladies and gentlemen in the capital who are invited must attend. If a woman has a family, she must bring her husband. Isn't my daughter worried?"

"Nanchu's belly is too big to go, Yunlan has a relapse of her old illness, and she needs to go to the clinic for acupuncture in the next half month. She only has Yuezhong left. He, he is not suitable either..."

As soon as he recovered his appearance, he ran into trouble.

——I’m afraid it’s not appropriate.

well!

If Song Yuezhong hadn't gone anywhere today, she would have suspected whether Qi Fengjun knew something?

What a coincidence!

Song Yue immediately understood what Su Yuan was worried about and thought of his biological father whom he had not seen for twenty years.

His eyes were filled with coldness. He tilted his head to look at Su Yuan and raised his eyebrows, questioning:

"Why am I not suitable? Anyway, since the other two can't go, I will go with you to take a look. I have never seen what the imperial palace looks like, so this is a good opportunity to go and see it for myself."

Su Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a meaningful tone:

"Do you really want to go?"

Song Yue nodded, picked up the spoon and scooped up the oil in the bowl, and reminded in a calm voice:

"It's ok if you are not afraid, but don't forget who I am now."

Su Yuan lowered his eyes to think for a while, then fixed his gaze on his fingertips and agreed:

"It's okay, go if you want."

She kept pouring herself a bowl of chicken soup, then sat down to take a sip, saying something that the other three men present did not understand:

"You know what I would do if he had bad intentions, right? As long as you can accept it, I don't care."

Song Yue nodded slightly, said "hmm" softly, and stopped talking.

What about that person and what does it have to do with him?

In Song Yuezhong's heart, his father is Xia Fengyang, the Palace Master of Xueyou Palace. As for his mother...

hehe!

Just like he said yesterday.

——My biological mother has passed away.

For so many years, he was afraid of implicating Xia Fengyang, and he had been wearing a mask for most of his life, but now he is the young master of Xuanyun Pavilion with a good wife, Yue Chong.

Since his sweetheart supports him, he is not afraid!

The other side.

After Su Yuan and Song Yuezhong exchanged some secret words, they looked up and saw the three men opposite them, their eyes wandering around with puzzled expressions.

See this scene.

She curled her lips and smiled, raised her chin slightly and pointed at the food on the table, raised her eyebrows and said in a casual tone:

"Why, have you all finished your lunch?"

Without waiting for the three men to answer.

Su Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Meng Yunlan, and said in a long and slow tone:

"I remember the doctor just said that after three months, we should use ginseng and Polygonum multiflorum as tonic, right? Well... when I was in Jiangzhou, Ji Shian and I were strolling around and bought some."

"Put it in the study for now. I'll give it to you later. Besides, Nanchu will give birth in two months. Since you are the housekeeper, I'll put the extra stuff in your place!"

Actually not.

It was just what the doctor mentioned just now that made her suddenly think of the pile of precious medicinal herbs harvested from Banshi Mountain, which were still in the space, so she thought of giving them to her husbands.

She originally intended to give it to someone in the afternoon, but in order to divert their attention, she used it as a topic of conversation.

really--

Meng Yunlan nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to Nan Chu and Song Yuezhong, and said softly:

"Then I will accept it for you. Apart from the tonic soup we use every day, if any of you need it, feel free to come to Bingquan Pavilion and ask me for it."

Hearing this, several people nodded lightly, and then changed the topic. While having lunch, they began to talk about the palace banquet in a few days.

——

The east was turning white, and the morning light was just breaking.

Imperial Palace, at the palace gate.

A beautiful woman in a purple robe slowly got off the carriage, but she did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood beside the carriage, turning her head to look back.

As the curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted, a stunning man in a purple robe and a white jade pendant hanging from his waist walked out of the carriage.

The woman in purple robe was Su Yuan. She saw that although the man walked lightly, his big belly blocked his sight. He raised his chin slightly and looked down to explore the way.

He couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, and waved his palm, which had been placed empty beside him, up and down, indicating:

"Don't be so stubborn. You can just help my men to the carriage. No one will recognize you here, and it won't hurt the reputation of Master Yuezhong."

Song Yue pursed her lips tightly, and reluctantly put her fair fingers into the woman's palm, and kept saying:

"How can I be troubled by a three-foot-high carriage? If I hadn't seen how hard you were lifting it, I wouldn't have bothered to care about you."

Su Yuan helped the man out of the car, lowered his eyes to glance at the charming man in purple, raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"Well, I was overly worried. The guards are already here, let's go into the palace!"

She bent down to smooth down the slightly wrinkled hem of Song Yuezhong's clothes, and leaned closer to whisper:

"Don't mention it, the clothes Yunlan prepared for you are quite nice, and they make you look much brighter."

Song Yuezhong glanced at the purple dress on the woman, raised the corners of his lips and nodded:

"Yes, indeed."

After he finished speaking, he noticed the scrutiny from all around, so he pushed Su Yuan and reminded him in a low voice:

"Go in quickly. There are so many people at the palace gate. Their eyes are wandering around me. I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I might dig out their eyes."

Su Yuan glanced at the eyes focused on her husband, frowned slightly, and leaned him into her arms.

Then he held the man's arm, handed a sign to the guard at the palace gate, and followed the palace servant who led the way to a palace near the imperial garden.

——Youlan Palace.

Since Su Yuan only had the title of Juren, he was arranged to sit at the very end near the entrance of the palace.

She had no right to despise him, so she helped Song Yuezhong sit down slowly, then leaned close to the man and whispered:

"I don't know what's going on today. If this palace banquet was held in March, it wouldn't be surprising, but now I'm just a scholar and I've been invited to the palace. It's weird everywhere!"