Chapter 142 Invitation
The county magistrate's wife glanced at Zhao Bingchun indifferently and sat down on a chair beside her gracefully.
"The Crown Princess has come to our land, and except for a welcoming banquet on the first day, we have not yet given her a grand reception. How can this be right!"
She idly twirled the jade bracelet on her wrist, with a look of certainty in her lowered eyes.
Zhao Bingchun was in charge of the affairs of a county, and he had to discuss many things with this lady. His lady was also the daughter of a scholarly family. She had read a lot of books since childhood and was quite knowledgeable and resourceful. Zhao Bingchun trusted and respected her very much.
Seeing the lady so relaxed, Zhao Bingchun's panic gradually subsided, "Thank goodness I have the lady."
He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for his wife.
The lady was not polite, she took the tea and took a sip, “The prince disappeared early yesterday morning, and until now none of us know where he went, this is the most important thing.
I think that the Crown Princess staying here is clearly a decoy for the couple.
The Crown Princess is responsible for disrupting our vision, confusing our hearing and hearing, and attracting our attention.
The prince will go to provide disaster relief and suppress bandits, so don't let others fool you."
Zhao Bingchun sighed, "Just as Madam said, I sent someone to look for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince early yesterday morning, but there is still no news. I am really uneasy ."
The lady glared at him, "You are so unsteady and yet you are focusing all your attention on the Crown Princess."
Zhao Bingchun smiled bitterly, "It's not that the 500,000 taels is too big a commotion, and it also involves the second son of the county government."
The lady said, "So the Crown Princess is very clever."
Zhao Bingchun immediately bowed to his wife and said, "He has his own plan , and I have my own way. No matter how clever she is, she can't get over your hand. It all depends on you."
At noon that day, Su Qingqing had just finished lunch and was watching the ten girls she had bought dancing in the yard when a maid from the government office came forward and reported, "Madam, our lady wants to see you."
Under the osmanthus tree, Su Qingqing lazily lay on the beauty couch and raised her hand vaguely, "Let her in."
As soon as the county magistrate's wife entered the yard, she saw the lively atmosphere there.
There are ten dancers, two sitting opposite each other on the left and one on the right. One is playing the zither while the other is holding the pipa. The sound of strings and bamboos lingers around the beams, endlessly.
The remaining eight people were all wearing light silk shirts, twisting their waists like water and dancing with their sleeves. Even though she was a woman, she was fascinated and her face was blushing and her heart was beating fast.
Quickly retracting her gaze, the county magistrate's wife stepped forward and saluted Su Qingqing, "Your Highness, may you be well."
Ever since Su Qingqing brought up the issue of food that day, she had never given the county magistrate's wife a good look. At this moment, she knelt down to greet her, but Su Qingqing didn't move her brows, just supported her head and admired the beauty's dance.
The county magistrate's wife half-knelt there, biting her lip to swallow the humiliation, with a submissive smile on her face, "Your Majesty has been in Nanchong County for a few days, and we haven't held a proper welcoming banquet for you. I have a few close friends who admire your talent. Several of them have asked me for your face and said that they want to hold a flower-viewing banquet for you. I wonder if your Majesty is willing to do me the favor?"
Su Qingqing glanced over calmly, "I don't want to."
The county magistrate's wife smiled and said, "Since your majesty finds it boring , I will refuse them, but..."
Seeing that the Crown Princess didn't even glance at her curiously, the county magistrate's wife paused for a moment and said to herself, "In order to please the queen, they have prepared a lot of programs to relieve boredom, and some of them are local specialties here."
Su Qingqing seemed to be a little interested now, and lazily changed her posture, "Special skill?"
"Face changing." The county magistrate's wife was still half-kneeling there, as if she didn't feel tired at all. "Last year, a master of face changing came to our county town and was taken in by the wealthy Hu family in the city. Your Majesty must have seen all kinds of acrobatics in Kyoto. His unique skills are definitely not as good as those in Kyoto, but they can still help to relieve boredom.
Besides, my wife’s younger brother is good at Cuju. There are two Cuju teams in the county, and they often play games…”
When the county magistrate's wife mentioned changing her face, Su Qingqing was somewhat interested, but not very much. At this moment, she mentioned Cuju, and Su Qingqing's eyes lit up and looked over with interest, "Is your brother good at it?"
The county magistrate's wife finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This news seemed to be true. She sent someone to the prefecture and county to inquire yesterday, and received the news early this morning.
"Yes, I have been to Kyoto before. Several military commanders in the Xishan Camp are all disciples of my younger brother."
Su Qingqing laughed, "Okay, then let's hold a banquet and ask your brother to play a game. If he plays well, I'll give him a prize."
The county magistrate's wife immediately said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. How about tomorrow afternoon? Is it convenient for Your Majesty?"
Su Qingqing waved her hand. "It's not inconvenient. I have nothing to do anyway. By the way, ask Mr. Zhao to settle their bills quickly."
The county magistrate's wife bowed her head and replied, "We'll finish it tomorrow after the banquet. Don't worry, Your Majesty."
There were a few girls dancing over there, and the wind carried the county magistrate's wife's words to their ears, making the girls feel restless.
As soon as the county magistrate's wife left, Jixiang stood beside Su Qingqing and said in a low voice, "Why did your majesty agree? She must have bad intentions."
Su Qingqing said, "If I don't agree, then I won't know what kind of evil intentions she has?
His Highness is busy outside, if we can't distract attention from here, the Crown Prince will be in greater danger."
Jixiang rolled his eyes, "Your Majesty is now becoming more and more concerned about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Su Qingqing stretched out her hand and pinched her little face, "I don't care about you?"
Jixiang pouted, "That's different! I have been with the queen since I was a child. Your Highness and the queen..."
She originally wanted to say that His Highness and the Queen were in a cooperative relationship and that they would break up sooner or later, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that it was not the case.
Not to mention that she herself always hoped that the prince would be sincere to her master, but just by paying close attention a few days ago, she found that the relationship between the prince and her master had changed quietly.
That day, the prince actually touched her master's face!
That means it is really a bit ambiguous.
Can……
At this point, she felt uneasy again.
The prince has Bai Yueguang in his heart. What if her master falls in love with him but the prince is just looking for pleasure? Wouldn’t her master suffer?
Emotional injury is different from ordinary injury, it cannot be healed.
"I hope that the queen and the prince can love each other, but I am petty-minded. I just hope that the prince will treat the queen well."
I don't want you to pay.
Or, don't give too much.
Su Qingqing's heart softened at Jixiang's low voice, "When it comes to love, it all depends on your heart. Just do what's in your heart. As for the result..."
Jixiang didn't let Su Qingqing finish her words and quickly interrupted her, "It must be a good result. If His Royal Highness dares to let the Queen down, I will not let him go even if I become a ghost."
A certain prince who was lying in ambush in a ravine nearly got internal injuries from holding back a sneeze.
Who is talking about me?
It must be that you miss me.
