As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The days when the emperor stops writing are the most relaxing times for the whole court and the people. The whole family stays at home happily, but the emperor, empress and their family of three are no longer in the imperial city.

Xiao Guanzi was left in the palace, and the emperor gave him a warning, "If there is any emergency, please consult the King of the South first."

Xiao Guanzi thought jealously about the guard Zhang who followed him, why did he always keep us in the palace!

He comforted himself again, Oh! There are many things to do in the palace, he has to help His Majesty and the Queen to take care of them, Guard Zhang is a rough man and not as meticulous as him.

A young boy from Lijia Village was holding a dry branch in his hand and watching a team of horse-drawn carriages stop at the entrance of the village.

That team of carriages was really grand and imposing, with guards with swords on both sides. The man who bowed and nodded in front of the carriage was the usually powerful county magistrate!

The boy threw the branch away and ran back to the village, shouting, "The county magistrate is coming! The county magistrate is coming!"

The commotion was so loud that people in the village started to go out one after another. The common people were most afraid of running into officials, but they had to go out to greet them, for fear of being accused of disrespecting officials!

The villagers of Lijia Village gathered together, still a long distance away from the carriage team. They did not dare to get close and whispered to each other.

"Could it be that an official higher than the county magistrate has come?"

"Would you like to kneel down and greet him?"

"It's better to stay away for now. Even the head of the village doesn't dare to come forward."

They had never seen the county magistrate so fawning!

It is snowing lightly now, and the villagers are all wearing straw raincoats, but the county magistrate is still getting wet.

"Master, your former residence has been renovated." The county magistrate looked even more like a dog than the old yellow dog in the village. He pursed his waist and his round belly was sticking out. "Would you like me to serve you from now on?"

The guards placed a two-tiered stool in front of the carriage, and the first to come out was a girl as white as jade. She was wearing a thick frost-colored jacket, a skirt with purple satin woven with gold patterns, and a rabbit fur collar around her neck.

The girl, who was about three or four years old, smiled and got off the steps. The maid in the carriage behind her held an umbrella over her and said, "Young master, be careful."

The county magistrate bent even lower, making his body shorter than the girl's height, "Young Master."

The princess glanced at the villagers from a distance before returning her gaze to the county magistrate's face. Her childish voice revealed her dissatisfaction, "Is it that the calls of 'County Magistrate' are all about you?"

After all, the Crown Princess was only three years old, and she was the undisputed overlord of the palace. In her impression, except for her father, the Emperor, her mother, the Empress Dowager, everyone who had met her was in awe of her, and over time, people formed the idea that this was natural.

"Tuan'er." Ning Rushong helped He Yue get off the carriage.

The fine snow is drifting in the winter, and the scenery viewed through the snow is beautiful and graceful no matter how you look at it, not to mention the couple who are already as perfect as a painting.

Oh my! God has mercy on us! The first person to recognize He Yuening Rusong was Aunt Fang. She was an honest woman. A few years ago, because her daughter was getting married, she had gone to Boss He's shop and bought some rouge and powder on credit.

I finally collected enough money and was about to pay it back when I heard that there was a fire in Boss He's house and everything was burned down. The money was even hotter to handle. It would feel like a sin to keep it in my hands!

Later, Li Xiaoshu became an official's wife, and there was news that Boss He was not dead, but there was no news about where he had gone. It was not until half a year ago that the government sent people to repair Boss He's old house that was burned down that Aunt Fang had a hunch that Boss He was coming back.

"It's been six years." Aunt Fang sighed deeply.

If her impression was correct, the person next to Boss He should be Mr. He, the promising scholar cousin who should have become a high-ranking official now.

Marriage between cousins ​​is quite common and is a good marriage.

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It was called a renovation, but in fact it was no different from a complete reconstruction. They even bought the land around the house and built a large house with three entrances, and also fully equipped it with maids and servants.

"It has lost some of the enthusiasm it had when it first came here." He Yue commented.

Ning Rusong comforted her, "The people are old, the land is old, but the house should be newer, otherwise Tuan'er won't be able to sleep well or eat well."

Tuan'er, who had never suffered and did not intend to suffer in the future, nodded as his father urged him to, "Tuan'er must sleep well! Tuan'er must eat delicious food!"

He Yue pinched Tuan'er's cheek amusedly, "You are so spoiled."

After this interruption, He Yue's somewhat melancholy mood disappeared.

Fortunately, the old tree was still there and had been moved to the inner courtyard. After the snow stopped, He Yue had someone place a lounge chair under the tree.

Tuan'er was in high spirits when he arrived at a new place and was having a lot of fun, but He Yue was not worried because the palace servants would take good care of him.

Hui Qing acted quickly and asked the maid to sweep the fallen snow off the trees and the ground, and then spread a thick blanket on the recliner.

He Yue lay down like she did six years ago, covered her face with a handkerchief, and fell into a deep sleep, as if she had temporarily detached from the present world.

When she woke up, she was already in Ning Rushong's arms. She didn't know when he also got on the recliner and put his arms around her waist.

He Yue took his arm away, sat up, and looked around. In just one afternoon, the house was hung with red lanterns, and the air was filled with a festive atmosphere.

"When are you going to do it?" He Yue asked in a daze, her hair hanging on her neck, a little messy.

"Four days later, all the items for the wedding will be ready." Ning Rusong knew what she wanted to ask, "Everyone in Lijia Village will have invitations. It's a wedding, so it's better to have a lively atmosphere."