The reborn son is vicious

"..." Princess Ninglan was startled, and after a while she asked in surprise, "What are you going to do again?"

"Nothing." Leng Xi blushed slightly, and said calmly: "After all, Xi'er is His Majesty's imperial concubine, it shouldn't be too much to pay attention to the royal family's dynamics, right?"

"Your concubine?" Ning Lan sneered, "Daily dreaming..."

"Is it a dream, sister, you will know later."

Ning Lan gave Leng Xi a sneering look, thought for a while, and then replied indifferently: "Go, but this year's frost may rain, and it is possible to delay it or postpone it for a day or two, so the specific date I don't know much about the itinerary."

Leng Xi nodded, noncommittal—yes, according to the memories of his previous life, the royal family did pay homage to the imperial mausoleum every year on the day of Frost's Descent.

Worshiping the Imperial Mausoleum is a major event in the Daxu Dynasty. At that time, not only the emperor and the queen mother will go, but all the concubines of the third rank and above in the harem will go with them.

So if there is something wrong with the Imperial Mausoleum on the day of the worship, then... it would be a great ridicule, and even to the point of condemnation, it would be a grievance from the heavens—it was God who committed the crime on the Daxu Dynasty.

I don't know if Murong Jing's nose will be crooked because of this, but thinking about this scene, I almost die of laughter.

"Leng Xi", seeing that the person on the other side didn't say a word, Princess Ninglan's heart suddenly shuddered. She always felt that this seemingly harmless younger brother was going to mess with the imperial mausoleum.

She couldn't help lowering her face, and said threateningly: "I warn you, Daxu Imperial Mausoleum is the heart and lifeblood of the royal family, and it is a holy place blessed by the gods. Don't overestimate your strength and destroy the Great Wall!"

"..." Leng Xi just raised her phoenix eyes, swept Ning Lan's frowning brows lightly, her eyes seemed pity and mockery, and she smiled calmly, "I'm overthinking myself...the princess is worrying too much , Xi’er is just busy with nothing else—thank you for reminding me, Xi’er will leave now.”

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Ninglan's reaction, he saluted neatly, turned around and left.

……

Time is like quicksand, and in a blink of an eye, it is October [-]rd of the eighth year of Emperor Mingxu—the frosty day when dew turns into frost. On this day, the folks will hold a grand chrysanthemum party to share heavy red persimmons, which can also be seen in the fields. Many tenant farmers are harvesting and plowing.

This day, for the Daxu royal family, is even more important and solemn day - remembering the ancestors, and the ceremony of worshiping in the imperial mausoleum.

Carved with a canopy of nine green dragons, it is noble and luxurious. Murong Jing sits in a chariot carried by 28 people in full dress.

Another extravagant chariot, adorned with nine-tailed golden phoenix, followed closely behind.

"Ning'er", the most honorable woman in the Great Xu Dynasty at present—the Empress Dowager Min, wearing a deep-colored sacrificial dress, sitting in a three-foot-high phoenix chair on a chariot, her face looks gentle, but it implies that she has been in a high position for a long time. Seriously, those well-maintained hands gently pulled up the jade hands of a woman beside him, and comforted him lightly: "Don't worry, the Ai family understands Jing'er, he was only angry for a while, you see that his anger has subsided now, Didn't you agree that Ning'er went with you?"

Ning Ning hurriedly shook the Queen Mother's hand, and said gratefully: "My daughter knows that people say that the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, let alone His Majesty, the real dragon emperor. My daughter just thought of the recklessness a few weeks ago. Let the empress dowager be ashamed, I feel really ashamed!"

"Silly girl!" Ninglan has been serving the Queen Mother for many years, and her sweet mouth is not sweet. Queen Mother Min was coaxed by her, and her natural tone softened again and again, and she said with a smile: "It's you who can talk, Aijia It’s really not in vain to hurt you—let’s not talk about this, it’s not that Ai’s family doesn’t trust you, but Ai’s family still wants to confirm again, Ning’er, your calculation of the weather is correct, right?”

Princess Ninglan's calm Danfeng eyes were fixed, and she sneered in her heart.

That's right, this is the root cause of Murong Jing's permission to travel by himself this time - Goddess, King Tongwen is an innate divination, good at divination, can calculate the weather, and even change luck against the sky, turning bad luck into good fortune.