Chapter 334
Song Xuan rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "I am not..." He stopped halfway through his sentence.
What the little girl said didn't seem wrong; he was indeed pushed off the bed by Qing Nian.
"Xiao Xi, let's go, go get dressed!" Xiao Yanqing, dressed in his undergarments, ran over and quickly pulled the little girl away.
Father and Mother are cultivating their relationship; how could Xiao Xi be allowed to disturb them?
Young Yanqing was precocious. Although she did not yet understand matters between lovers, she had a basic understanding of them.
Seeing that Xiao Shenxi had been brought back, Liu Yurou, who was guarding behind the screen, breathed a long sigh of relief. After signaling Xiaoxi not to say anything more, she quickly dressed the two little ones.
Silence returned to the tent.
Shen Qingnian looked at Song Xuan on the ground and coughed lightly: "Your Majesty would better put your clothes on quickly, otherwise Xiao Xi will say that you took off your clothes at will again."
As soon as she finished speaking, a crisp, childlike voice rang out from behind the screen next door: "Mother, Xiaoxi knows that you have to take off your clothes to sleep. Father doesn't just take off his clothes randomly."
The little girl even protected her.
Shen Qingnian suppressed a laugh and simply called in Zhu Lan and Xiao Ju, who were guarding the door, and had the two of them serve Xiao Shenxi and Xiao Yanqing as they washed and dressed.
She also got up and began to wash and dress with Song Xuan.
Half an hour later.
Shen Qingnian, Song Xuan, and Xiao Yanqing left the tent, while Liu Yurou had breakfast inside the tent with Xiao Shenxi.
All the court officials and their families will be attending the hunting banquet later. Since their identities are special, they can stay in the tent. After everyone is free to do their own thing, they can cover their faces and go out of the camp to play. Strangers will only think they are the family members of some minister.
Shen Qingnian and her family of three arrived at the hunting feast that had been prepared in advance.
The hunting banquet was held in a large open space, with tables, chairs, and tea set up. Ministers and their families sat in order, while the head seat was left empty, reserved for Song Xuan.
Today the autumn air is crisp and clear, making it very comfortable.
Shen Qingnian did not wear a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), but instead changed into a black and crimson riding outfit. Her long, ink-black hair was also tied up high, adding a touch of heroic spirit to her. The tight belt accentuated her curves, making her look even more delicate and beautiful.
Xiao Yanqing and Song Xuan were also dressed in riding attire. The father and son had similar expressions, both with stern faces, which was quite intimidating.
When Shen Qingnian and her two companions arrived at the hunting grounds, the surrounding ministers fell silent for a moment, then gasped in shock. It wasn't because of Song Xuan's imperial majesty, but because Shen Qingnian's appearance was simply too stunning.
She was not wearing a veil today, so her appearance was fully revealed to everyone. Everyone present, except for Shen Zheng and Shen Man, had seen the late Empress before.
The current Imperial Concubine's appearance is so similar to that of the late Empress that it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were made from the same mold!
"This...this...is this really not the late Empress's spirit manifesting?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Be careful, or His Majesty will punish you!"
"No wonder His Majesty dotes on the Imperial Concubine. If it weren't for the fact that the late Empress's temperament is so different from the Imperial Concubine's, I would almost have thought that the late Empress had been resurrected!"
"Why isn't it the late Empress who has been resurrected? His Majesty consulted Taoist priests quite a bit before, have you forgotten the yellow paper that burned for three days and three nights in the Eastern Palace?"
"Shh! If you keep talking, you'll lose your head! Don't say another word!"
"Tsk, no wonder His Majesty favors the Imperial Concubine so much. That Consort Shen is just a poor imitation!"
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The hushed whispers of the crowd quickly subsided.
At this moment, Xiazi stepped forward, brandishing his whisk, and said in a shrill voice:
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