A dissatisfied voice came from outside the door, attracting the attention of the two people in the room.
I saw Qi Ran leaning lazily against the door frame with his arms folded, and the disgust in his eyes seemed to overflow.
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Zhuo glared at him fiercely.
"Mother, don't you understand what tonight's palace banquet is all about?" Qi Ran cried out, quickly moving forward and pulling Jiang Zhuo aside. "Bringing a sickly person like her along, if she accidentally coughs up blood during the banquet, wouldn't that embarrass His Majesty?"
He had no intention of avoiding Meng Youning at all.
Meng Youning lowered her head, her eyes flickering slightly as she trotted forward and hugged Jiang Zhuo's arm. "Mom, now that the doctor has taken care of me, I'm feeling a little better. I just feel a little uncomfortable late at night, but I can still control it during the day."
There was a deep hope hidden in her eyes, and her deer-like eyes blinked, making people unable to refuse.
"After you came into the mansion, mother didn't spend much time with you." Jiang Zhuo's expression softened immediately. She patted Meng Youning's hand and said, "I'll take charge of today's matter for you. Go!"
He then patiently instructed, "Before you leave, make sure your servants prepare everything that needs to be prepared. Don't miss anything."
Meng Youning smiled sweetly and nodded.
Qi Ran's eyes turned cold and he just stared at Meng Youning. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Meng Youning's arm and pulled her out.
Jiang Zhuo stretched out his hand, and Qi Ran turned around and said to her, "You should at least let me change into some nice clothes."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
It was not until they reached a corner that Qi Ran let go of Meng Youning.
He glared and opened his mouth, about to give Meng Youning a good scolding, "I promised you that you can use the identity of the Crown Prince's Consort in the future, but this does not mean that you can..."
Meng Youning frowned slightly and rubbed her wrist gently. The wrist that had been clamped was now red, which looked particularly unsightly on her fair and delicate skin.
Looking up, her face turned a little pale.
Meng Youning raised her eyes, which seemed to contain the sea of stars. She opened her red lips slightly, "What did you just say?"
Qi Ran's vicious expression suddenly subsided a little.
He silently looked away, cleared his throat, and spoke in a much weaker voice, "That doesn't mean you can make demands without restraint."
This woman is really good-looking.
"So that's what the prince thinks of Youning." Meng Youning was stunned, a little disappointed. She forced a smile and said, "If it really makes the prince too embarrassed, then Youning won't go. Youning will just rest early in the mansion by herself."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and she turned around and prepared to leave.
Qi Ran couldn't help but sigh, is it really that miserable?
It’s just that I didn’t go to the palace banquet.
It was one thing for him to agree to let Meng Youning borrow the identity of the Crown Prince's Consort, but it was another thing for him to bring her in front of everyone.
A trace of struggle flashed across his face, and he called out to Meng Youning in time, "Hey, just this once."
Meng Youning turned around suddenly, and her eyes couldn't help but brighten up.
She raised her head slightly and looked at Qi Ran, her tone unable to conceal her excitement, "Thank you, my Lord."
Qi Ran snorted, his expression arrogant, and muttered under his breath, "You're so easily satisfied."
After saying this, he left without looking back.
At the same time, in the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Feng Shinian left home early in the morning, and Liu Wenxian also went to enjoy the flowers and drink tea with other noble ladies.
At noon, only Sang Luan and Feng Hengzhi were left in the mansion.
"Oh." Sang Luan held the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, with only two grains of rice on them. She supported her head with one hand and sighed heavily.
Feng Hengzhi's eyelids were twitching wildly. What was this woman going to do next?
You can't hit them, and as for scolding them, they only listen to what they like to hear.
He silently picked up the food with chopsticks, eating quietly, trying to ignore the other person's movements.
Sang Luan glanced at him and saw that he was just eating.
She put down the bowl and chopsticks, folded her hands together, put her head on them, and let out the first long sigh of the day.
You little brat, pretending not to hear.
Feng Hengzhi paused, then said coldly, "If she doesn't want to eat, take her food away."
As soon as the maidservant beside her raised her foot, Sang Luan glared at her. The maidservant could only shrink her neck weakly and retreat silently.
The young lady is the real murderer.
Sang Luan rested her head on the back of her hands and sighed again.
Feng Hengzhi suddenly looked up, his deep eyes staring straight at Sang Luan, "What's wrong with you?"
Sang Luan's eyes lit up and she finally spoke.
She said dejectedly, "Well, it's nothing, actually. I just happened to hear today that other ministers' wives can go to fun places every day."
"But I'm stuck in the mansion all day, so bored." Sang Luan hung her head. "If there's a banquet you could take me with you, just to experience the crowd, that would be great."
"What are your skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?"
“I don’t know any of them.”
"Can you write poetry?"
"I can recite poems." Sang Luan immediately became obedient, sat up straight, and looked like she was called in class. She raised her right hand with a very proud look on her face.
Feng Hengzhi scooped a spoonful of the nearest trotter soup and asked, "So what can you do?"
"I can eat it." Sang Luan responded as a matter of course.
After he finished speaking, she clearly saw the corners of Feng Hengzhi's mouth twitch slightly.
What do you mean, looking down on foodies?
She suddenly became interested and earnestly explained to Feng Hengzhi, "Knowing how to eat is very important, okay? Cooks work hard to make a lot of dishes, but in the end no one knows how to taste them. They will feel very uncomfortable."
"And me." Sang Luan closed her eyes and covered her heart, "If I can't eat delicious food, I will be sad too."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes abruptly and looked at Feng Hengzhi with a smile, "So, Brother Hengzhi, is there a place where Luan'er can eat a lot of delicious food at once and still have a lot of fun?"
Feng Hengzhi's expression suddenly grew colder, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up, staring down at her. "How did you know there was a palace banquet tonight?"
It's a certainty, not a question.
As expected of Feng Hengzhi, he is indeed very thoughtful.
Sang Luan suppressed her emotions and slowly raised her head, her face full of surprise. "Ah? There's a palace banquet tonight. Is that such a coincidence?"
"You really don't know?" Feng Hengzhi's tone was very dangerous.
Sang Luan shook her head, looking confused. "I don't know."
"You can go to the palace banquet tonight, but you have to agree to two conditions." Feng Hengzhi said calmly, "First, don't mention your relationship with me after you leave. After this palace banquet, you are not allowed to bother me again for at least three days, no, half a month."
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