Sure enough, the next day the prince's house seriously sent an invitation, but the names of Ji Qingxue and Nangong Yan were written on the invitation.
Ji Qingxue threw the invitation aside, then lay on the bed and rolled: "it's really boring these days. It seems that I have to rely on Ji Qingling to find some fun for me!"
Nangong Yan sat in front of the window reading. He turned another page. His fingers were white and his knuckles were clear: "ah Xue, if you feel bored, wait until we are free. You didn't go out of the gate of the prime minister's house before. I'm afraid you haven't seen the scenery of Kyoto."
Nangong Yan's words instantly aroused Ji Qingxue's interest. She flew to Nangong Yan's face and looked at him happily: "are you serious?"
Nangong Yan just read and ignored her. Ji Qingxue took the book away: "talk?"
Nangong Yan spoiled and gently scraped her nose: "when did I deceive you, but tomorrow we have to go to the prince's house for a banquet. Let's go after the banquet."
Ji Qingxue was in a bad mood at once. Knowing this, he would not allow Ji Qingling to go to that ghost party.
But speaking of the banquet, Ji Qingxue suddenly remembered one thing: "anyway, it's also the prince's birthday. What gift are you going to give?"
Nangong Yan put down the book and thought about it for a while. He said in a deep voice, "I've never been worried about this. Otherwise, you can pick something in the warehouse and give it away."
Ji Qingxue is unwilling. After all, he wants to give the prince a gift. If it is too cheap, it will fall in price. If it is too expensive, it hurts.
Nangong Yan looked at her frown and knew what she was thinking in her little head at the moment, so Nangong Yan said, "ah Xue, just pick it. I'm not so poor as Prince Rui's house, huh?"
Nangongyan's last "um" ending is deliberately elongated, which seems that he is a little helpless. His princess is now famous for her love of wealth. Now he thinks that if someone wants to buy him one day, he is afraid that Ji Qingxue will sell him without hesitation and count the money happily nearby.
Ji Qingxue heard the implication of nangongyan. He was a little shy on his face. I'm really sorry. He exposed his nature carelessly.
"Well, I'll go to the warehouse and see what's suitable."
After Ji Qingxue left, Nangong Yan no longer focused on the book. Instead, he looked dignified. Tomorrow is Nangong Lan's birthday party. He must be careful. After all, the crown prince and his wife seem to have their own ideas about his princess.
"Ji Qingling, I hope you won't do anything special, otherwise you'll break my rule of not hurting women."
Ji Qingxue took yun'er and stayed in the warehouse for a whole hour. He chose a pair of jade Ruyi.
"OK, that's it." Ji Qingxue threw Yu Ruyi to yun'er with satisfaction. "Yun'er, please pack this pair of Yu Ruyi well. I'll take it to someone tomorrow."
"Yun'er knows. Sister a is going to the prince's house for a dinner tomorrow. You have to be careful."
Ji Qingxue frowned and looked at her as a child: "I know, I want to see what storms they can make. It's a pity that my good jade Ruyi will give them for nothing."
Yun'er shook his head: "sister, you are already rich. These little jade Ruyi shouldn't be anything. Look at your distressed appearance..."
Speaking of this, Ji Qingxue looked like a tireless teacher: "don't you understand yun'er? No one in the world will think he has too much money. It's OK to give someone for nothing, or to someone he hates very much. Do you think I can feel comfortable?"
"Well, well, what sister said is right. Yun'er has been taught."
"Children can be taught." Ji Qingxue nodded with satisfaction. That's right.
A great man once said: if a man has no money in his life, what's the difference with a salted fish.
Of course, you may already know that this great man is Ji Qingxue himself. That's right.
Ji Qingxue's life creed is: keep up with money!
The next afternoon, Ji Qingxue was blocked in the room by yun'er early. He said that he was going to the prince's house to attend a dinner tonight. He wanted to dress her up.
Ji Qingxue is just like a string puppet being played around by yun'er. She's tired and just wants to swear.
"It's so troublesome to attend a broken dinner!" Ji Qingxue shook her head again and again. If she can avoid such things in the future, she should not change passivity into initiative. It's really tired to wear a few kilograms of hair ornaments on her head.
After a burst of agitation, yun'er finally stopped. She looked at Ji Qingxue with satisfaction: "well, it looks like a princess. Sister is dressed too plainly on weekdays."
Ji Qingxue turned her eyes, and the only protest she could do now was this. She discussed with yun'er: "OK, yun'er, I wear this dress. Can you take that thing off my head? It's too heavy!"
Isn't this torture?
Yun'er shook his head expressionless and coldly refused: "no! There must be a lot of people going to the dinner. Sister GUI can't lose her identity as a princess."
Ji Qingxue wants to cry without tears. It happens that Nangong Yan pushes the door and enters: "ah Xue's carriage is ready. We should start. You..."
Nangongyan was stunned when she saw Ji Qingxue in full dress. Yun'er was very satisfied with nangongyan's reaction at the moment, which showed that she spent so much time and was effective.
Yes, she just wants Ji Qingxue to impress others at today's dinner.
Yun'er retreated out wisely. Ji Qingxue felt uncomfortable. Seeing that Nangong Yan didn't speak, she blinked: "is my dress so strange?"
"No." Nangong Yanxing's eyes moved slightly. In his eyes, there was only the woman in red. From then on, there was no room for others.
Ji Qingxue is dressed in a gorgeous red today. Her long hair is curled up high. Yun'er combs a complex flowing cloud bun for her. There are twelve rows of hairpins on her head. She looks very luxurious.
Her eyebrows were pasted with yellow flowers. The shape was a plum blossom, which added a bit of flirtatious style.
Nangong Yan suddenly regretted. He wanted to hide such Ji Qingxue and only appreciate it for himself.
Ji Qingxue now feels that it is difficult for him to walk a few steps. He is like tying several sandbags all over his body. Every step he takes, the steps on his head shake with her.
Nangong Yan came forward and took her hand. His voice was hoarse, with a shallow bewitchment: "my princess, let's go."