Chapter 820

All the governments celebrate the festival, so do the three Wangs.

Rong Ling came back to Beijing on the 29th day of the lunar new year. Mingshu, the housekeeper who thought that the master would not come back to Beijing, approved the annual leave for the servant girls and boys as early as a month ago. Therefore, half a month ago, the sanwangfu was clean.

In addition to some people who have signed the deed of death in the third prince's mansion, they have no home to go back to, and they still stay in the mansion to watch outside. There are few other living people in the mansion who can jump.

Mingxiang and Xixiang grew up in Beijing. After their parents died, they spent the Spring Festival in sanwangfu every year.

This year, I thought the two sisters had made do with each other, but I didn't want to. Facing the new year, the king returned to Beijing.

Not only the prince, but also Mr. Liu and Mr. Xiao. It's busy now.

Even if the cook is free, Mingxiang Xixiang is still holding her own craftsmanship and preparing a large table of delicacies.

They don't care whether it's forbidden music or not. Anyway, it's the third prince's mansion. It's a new year's Eve. Some people are so busy that they run to the gate of the third prince's mansion to stare at you. Are they laughing?

The two girls had let Rong Ling nourish their courage for a long time. They also heard that the emperor was seriously ill and the people were ordered not to make noise. But what about that? The new year is not a tomb.

After Mingxiang brings out the chicken with osmanthus, Xixiang also holds out her best ginseng and Lily soup.

Several courses continued, and soon the table was full.

Liu Xiaoli sits on his high small bench and happily looks at the dishes on the table. His face is happy: "I want chicken, I want to eat chicken, sister Mingxiang, I want to eat chicken..."

Mingxiang has been thinking about xiaogongzi for a long time. Listen to him, and quickly stretch out his chopsticks to clip him.

Xixiang also dragged Xiaoli's shoulder from behind with a smile, lest he jump up and down again from the stool.

"Young master, it's a step back to try the skill of a maidservant?" Clip a large piece of chicken leg into Xiaoli bowl and Mingxiang looks forward to him.

Xiaoli quickly took a bite, full of osmanthus fragrance, opened her mouth and said: "no thorns..."

It means delicious.

Seeing that he ate a little glossy mouth, Mingxiang wiped his mouth happily, patted his back again and said: "eat slowly, eat slowly, there are many more, young master, don't choke!"

There are not many people in the hall, but they are happy and happy. They live up to the annual celebration.

Liu Wei sat beside Rong Ling, watching the man beside her sipping the wine and looking at her son. Her eyes were smiling and her eyes were clear. She could not help being calm. She just wanted to think about it or asked, "that man, you really don't want to go?"

Yesterday, Rong Ling went back to Beijing. Today, he received an invitation letter from the mansion. The letter didn't sign. It only said that Rong Duwei would have a talk with the mansion.

The invitation letter was simple in paper and strong in writing. Looking at the slightly familiar seal pattern on the cover, Liu Wei could almost figure out who the invitation was at the first sight.

Liu Wei, the invitation letter, was handed to Rong Ling, who took a look and threw it aside. Later, when Mingxiang cleaned up the house, he threw it out.

Liu Wei understands Rong Ling's mood.

In fact, Liu Wei said that he would make his own decision that day. Later, he didn't mention his answer, but since then, he never mentioned the man again, which actually explained his answer.

He didn't intend to forgive the man, or at all, he didn't want to recognize him.

Since Liu Wei understood his intention, it was impossible to force him, but just a moment ago, the same invitation letter was sent.

The letter was sent by a well-designed young man. After he sent the letter, he seemed to want to see Rong Leng, but he was driven away by Mingxiang Xixiang.

Then, not surprisingly, the second invitation letter was swept away by Mingxiang. This time, rongling didn't even look at it.

Rong Ling's attitude is very clear. He doesn't touch that person.

Liu Wei didn't want to ask again, but now she seems to have something on her mind. She can't help asking again.

Rong Ling doesn't drink much at ordinary times, even if it's light, he doesn't drink much, unless it's in some necessary scenes.

In normal times, rongling is almost alcohol free.

Today's new year's Day is a good day. It's nothing to drink a couple of drinks. But Liu Wei has a kind of intuition. Only when Leng's heart is unhappy can he drink to paralyze himself.

He may not be drunk or allow himself to be drunk, but the moment when the alcohol cuts his throat, it will still cause a temporary pain and pleasure.

Rong Ling, that's what I want.

Liu Wei asked this question, but Rong Leng didn't speak. He only looked at the woman beside his eyes, lowered his eyes and drank up a glass of wine again.

Liu Wei frowned and did not know what to do to make him happy.

Today is also a new year, Liu Wei does not want him to even today can not be happy.

"Xiaoli." Liu Wei turned his head and looked at his chubby cheeks, like a little hamster's son, and said, "don't you allow my uncle to celebrate new year?"

Xiaoli seems to have just reacted. He quickly put down the chopsticks, chewed the chicken leg meat in his mouth, and asked Mingxiang Xixiang to wipe the oil off his hands. Then he walked to rongling, pulled off a smiling face, and saluted him respectfully, saying: "Xiaoli wishes uncle rongling a happy new year, a happy new year, good luck, good luck, and a long life Horse spirit! "The new year's greeting of the little guy will be just a few words. When he has finished, he will feel the warm big palm on his head, buttoning it on his forehead.

He rubbed against uncle Rong's big hand, smiled and looked at Uncle Rong, then he simply twisted his body, climbed directly to Uncle Rong, stuffed himself into uncle Rong's warm arms, and turned his head excitedly, and said to Rong Ling, "Uncle Rong, I didn't like you before, but now, I like you the most, uncle Rong, do you like me?"

Looking at the little red face of her son in arms, Rong Leng smiled gently: "I like it."

Xiao Li is very happy. He holds uncle Rong with his short claws. He puts his soft hands on the big hand with thick edges. From some angles, the two faces are very similar.

Liu Wei is watching. Seeing her son being coquettish, her face is much better. She winks at her son secretly and gives him a thumbs up.

Liu Xiaoli, who had already understood his mother's secret code and coaxed uncle Rong into obedience, raised her chin with pride and accepted her mother's praise.

Young children have spirit. Although Xiao Li is heartless, uncle Rong is in a bad mood, but he has seen it for a long time. He just doesn't know what he can do, so he doesn't do anything. Until he receives the hint from his mother, he just rushes to make uncle Rong happy.

Coax the adults to be happy, the little guy can do it easily. In the past, uncle Fu used to rely on him to help out every time he was not happy, so he is very familiar with this kind of thing.