"The word 'Ding' is a good one. Ajian, what about you?" Meng Xuanlang looked at Xie Jian.
Shen Heng also looked at him curiously. The eighth generation of Xie Jian? History had long since lost him, but she was also quite curious.
Xie Jian was initially bored, but he didn't expect Ah Heng to be quite looking forward to it. In fact, the surname Xie held little appeal to him, and he even disliked it from the bottom of his heart. However, not wanting to disappoint Ah Heng, he thought carefully and chose the name "Cheng."
"Cheng? The word 'cheng'." Wu Jin nodded. "The torch will be passed on, and the legacy will be forged into the future. I hope that when our descendants reach the eighth generation, they can still be as close as we are. Even if we go our separate ways, when we meet again, we can still regret knowing each other too late and feel as close as before."
Chen Heng laughed. These young men were so full of vigor and vitality. Just looking at them, it seemed that they had a bright future.
Seeing everyone's faces filled with smiles, Xie Jian's lips curled up slightly. This kind of companionship is really nice. Is it the eighth generation? Maybe I can look forward to it.
As Meng Xuanlang left, he said, "Don't forget the ice skating day in the palace. I'll send a carriage to pick you and your sister-in-law up then."
"Ice skating day?" Shen Heng looked curious.
"At this time of year every year, thick ice will form on the Fairy Lake in the palace. The royal family will hold an ice-playing day every year, inviting officials of high rank and above and their families to enter the palace for fun." Meng Xuanlang said.
"There are also various games like tossing pots, shooting covers, and chuiwan." Wu Jin said excitedly, "When the time comes, you can't leave early like last time. Everyone should have a good time."
After seeing them off, Chen Heng looked at Xie Jian and asked, "With our status, can we enter the palace?"
"From the Imperial College, the Eighth Prince personally invited me." Xie Jian said lightly.
The Eighth Prince? He had only been at the Qing Palace that day, and he hadn't even seen him in person. At most, he had seen his profile. The Eighth Prince? He personally invited Xie Jian to the palace? Shen Heng was naturally extremely surprised. While she was busy studying the affairs of the shop, Xie Jian's progress was too fast.
"Your mouth is almost on the ground." Xie Jian stretched out his long finger and closed her mouth. "Aheng, what do you think of this word 'Cheng'?"
Chen Heng hadn't recovered from the fact that Xie Jian suddenly knew the Eighth Prince, and nodded subconsciously: "Very."
Xie Jian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and he seemed to have a little expectation for the future: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."
Because she would be entering the palace in a few days, Chen Heng would spend some time every day learning the palace etiquette from Madam Feng.
After Xia knew that the two were going to enter the palace, she was both nervous for them and happy at the same time. She looked forward to these days more and more each day. It would be so great if she could see the emperor and redress her grievances directly. However, she also knew that it was not so easy to see the emperor's holy face.
"Ice skating day doesn't have as many rules as usual. Everyone just wants to have fun." Nanny Feng gave some instructions and then asked Madam Shen to sit down and drink tea with them.
"Mammy, the ladies in the harem should be able to do this too, right?"
Seeing the excitement in Madam Shen's eyes, Nanny Feng asked with a smile: "You don't look nervous at all, but very excited."
Chen Heng smiled insincerely: "I'm nervous too." But she was more excited than nervous, just like entering the Forbidden City. She always wondered what happened here and there. If she could see it with her own eyes, she would feel more anticipation than nervousness.
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