"Don't talk nonsense, I'm also a married daughter. Speaking of which, this is just my mother's family." Mingxuan also laughed, "We are both sympathetic. Fortunately, we are thick-skinned, so we don't care what our brothers and sisters-in-law say."

"My cousin is gentle and considerate, and she wishes she could worship you as her ancestor. How could she say anything?" Yun Dai said.

"You still talk about me, my grandfather, father and mother, and two brothers, who don't treat you as your ancestor?" Mingxuan curled her lips, "I've compared my biological family."

Yun Dai picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth: "Give you one more piece and block your mouth!"

The two of them had dinner chatting and laughing, and walked around the garden for a few more rounds to digest food, then went back to the house to wash and sleep.

Two days later, it was Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is a day of reunion and a festival, and even the court will give officials a holiday.

Logically speaking, the palace should have taken Yun Dai back to the palace. Even if he didn't return to the palace, he would have something to say. But except for the Silijian, the palace has no other news.

Zhao Yuan didn't even send anyone to ask.

Yun Dai spent three days embroidering a purse and asked someone to send it to Zhao Yuan.

She was meant to apologize to him.

But Zhao Yuan did not respond to anything.

It's okay for Yun Dai.

She apologized twice, but she still ignored her. Do you still have to put her face on her cold butt for the third time?

In the evening, the Hou Mansion had a reunion dinner. After the meal, the two brothers Ming Jing and Mingwei were not satisfied. They invited a few friends to have a drink and enjoy the moon, and recite poems and write poems.

Because this year, there was no banquet in the palace, and the princes and nobles all celebrated the festival at home.

The Ming brothers invited King Yi to visit.

Zhao Yuanhe and the Ming brothers are both friends and often hang out together. When Zhao Yuanhe was about to go out, he heard something and asked the follower to take a look.

The followers saw the King of Qin sitting alone under the osmanthus tree in the yard and drinking at the moon.

The back looked a little lonely.

"It's Prince Qin." The entourage whispered, "Where is sitting alone and drinking."

Zhao Yuan and Qingrun’s faces showed a little pity: “The little emperor’s uncle has a deep brotherly relationship with his father. When his father dies, the little emperor’s uncle is also sad. What’s more, there is not even a caring person in his mansion who can speak.”

He walked over slowly and smiled, "Today is the day of reunion. Isn't it a pity that the beautiful scenery of the young emperor drinks here?"

Zhao Shu raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "There are every Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and the moon is full, what's the pity? Go out?"

"Yes, the Ming brothers invited me to come over to enjoy the moon." Zhao Yuanhe smiled, "Will the little emperor go with me? It's more lively and there are more people."

"Don't go."

"Young uncle, just be a nephew, right?" Zhao Yuanhe insisted gently, "The nephew is blind and cannot see the way forward."

He groped and reached out to pull Zhao Shu's arm, "Let's go, uncle."

Zhao Shu was so troubled by him that he had to put down the wine pot, board the carriage with him, and head to the Zhongyong Marquis' Mansion.

The Ming brothers didn't expect to invite this big man to come out to greet him together.

Zhao Shu waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about this king, just pretend that this king does not exist."

Having said that, who dares to really ignore him?
Chapter completed!