The old man is so thick-faced

The first snow in the 21st winter of Shengping came a little late. When the snow fell, it was already November.

Since Emperor Chu ascended the throne, Prince Min's mansion, which had never opened the door to welcome guests for the first time, was opened for the first time. The car, BMW, rings and bells, and the bells and swallows came into the house surrounded by slaves, leaving only a beautiful figure and a wisp of fragrant wind.

"It smells so good, sneeze." Song Ci sneezes twice, almost irritating the various incenses to make her eyes cry.

Madam Gong was busy putting her hood on. As for Zhuchai's mess, it was not a problem. The important thing is that the lady should not be cold anymore.

"These ladies and ladies are arming all the spices from beginning to end, and it feels like the air is spices." Song Ci snatched tears of sympathy for his pitiful nose.

Madam Gong: "When winter comes, the first snow has fallen, and it will definitely not be able to last for a long time."

"This is still outside. If it is only inside the house, it will be even more boring." Song Ci shuddered.

A well-dressed servant came to Song Ci and gave a blessing: "Madam Song, the concubine asked me to welcome you, please."

Song Ci raised his posture: "It's hard."

After getting into the sedan chair, Song Ci looked at the scenery of Prince Min's Mansion freely. The first snow was sensation all night, decorating the palace with silver, and the pavilions were covered with white snow, with dazzling silver light.

As for Madam Gong, as she accompanied Song Ci to the banquet in the past, she asked the servants about who were there.

Song Ci didn't care who came and who would not come. She focused on the view of the palace. After all, these are real ancient relics and royal palaces, which are original and cannot be preserved in the future.

However, occasionally the sound of the two talking fell into her ears, and she still raised her eyebrows.

The position of Princess Min is indeed very popular. There are many people here, and Concubine Ji's tail must be raised to the sky.

After walking in the sedan chair for half an hour, I arrived at the warm room where the winter banquet was held. It was crowded with people, laughing endlessly, and soft voices.

Song Ci got out of the sedan chair, and Madam Gong tidied up her appearance before entering the pavilion with red grapefruit's hands.

Her status was noble, her first-class imperial edict was valued by the Empress Dowager, and many people stood up and saluted her.

"No gifts, no gifts." Song Ci raised his hand gently and glanced at him. Several people sat upright, such as Concubine Ji, Princess Anping, Princess XX, etc., and there were two new faces who didn't know each other.

Song Ci bowed to Concubine Ji and Princess Anping. This was the only princess in the capital of the late emperor, and the rest were either dead or married.

Princess Anping had no airs and stood up and bowed to Song Ci, with a gentle expression and asked Song Ci to sit beside her.

Seeing this, Concubine Ji's eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "Changping is quite familiar with Mrs. Song."

Princess Anping smiled and said, "Madam Song often comes to the palace to talk to her mother. I accidentally enter the palace to meet her mother and I can talk to her. I can talk together. You don't know anything about it. Madam Song is very talkative."

Concubine Ji said, "How can I not know about this? I have experienced Mrs. Song's eloquence."

Everyone pricked up their ears and heard the smell of gunpowder.

Song Ci smiled and said in shame: "Empress, there are many people here, you are so embarrassed to praise you!"

Concubine Ji: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Oh, the old guy is really thick-skinned!

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