Chapter 1742 Dinner

   Calculated in this way, there are a lot of people. Just entering the palace, you need to line up, and then walk from the gate of the palace to the place where the banquet is held, it takes less than half an hour.

  Ye Muyu ordered the kitchen to prepare pastries for lunch.

   After getting into the carriage, Chu Heng also came back. Instead of getting into the carriage, he rode a horse and walked beside him.

  Ye Muyu simply took the same carriage with Ziluo.

   When she reached the gate of the palace, she was still some distance away, and she could already see that there were carriages everywhere, too many to fit.

  The carriages of the female relatives who entered the palace went along the driveway and went to the side to make room.

  Ye Muyu's house estimated that they would have to wait for quite a while, so they lifted the curtain of the car, glanced at the sky, and waved to Chu Heng: "Ah Heng, come in and sit for a while? It's still early for our turn."

   As soon as Chu Heng was about to answer, familiar officials came to talk to him, and even Huo Zhengming patted the boy over to ask Chu Heng to meet and talk.

  Chu Heng turned his head and explained to Ye Muyu: "I'll be back as soon as I go."

   "Go, find a shady place to talk, the sun is also shining." Ye Muyu was a little helpless, but she also knew that Chu Heng had no way to refuse, so she could only give a few words of advice.

  Chu Heng hummed, telling her not to worry, then got off the horse and walked forward.

  Ye Muyu and Ziluo were in the carriage. The inside of the carriage was well cleaned up. Ye Muyu specially made mats and spread them. The carriage looks low-key from the outside, but it is very comfortable inside.

  Ye Muyu didn't plan to talk to these ladies and ladies at this time. When he entered the palace later, he might be busy for a long time at the banquet. Right now, he just recharged his batteries.

  She held a book and read it slowly. In order to avoid saying hello to the saintess of Southern Xinjiang, Ye Muyu did not take the book of Southern Xinjiang, but only read some ordinary local chronicles. Because it is the local chronicles of the whole country, the book is very thick.

  Chu Ziluo was sitting in a well-behaved manner, checking the things she brought with her hands, and she still had to check them when she entered the palace later, and she needed a maid to hold them.

  After she checked, she started to make tea.

   The carriage is also spacious, and the wooden tables on it are all fixed, so you don’t have to worry about the carriage shaking.

  Chu Ziluo made tea gracefully, and the aroma of tea came out after a while.

  Ye Muyu got a cup of tea and slowly sipped it: "The craftsmanship is good, as expected of my girl."

   Seeing that the mother praised her and she still didn't forget to praise herself, Chu Ziluo couldn't help laughing, "Mother, as long as you like it."

   "I just like the tea you make." Ye Muyu praised without hesitation, "By the way, Ziluo, you have thought about it, what performance are you going to do?"

The Empress Dowager's Longevity Banquet is also held once a year. When the ladies of the noble family compete for talent, there will even be the Empress Dowager and the Queen on the spot to select the rankings. To be rewarded by the Empress Dowager and the Empress in person is also an opportunity for the ladies in the boudoir to make a name for themselves. .

Chu Ziluo was too young to participate in this kind of palace banquet before, but this year she was called out and had to attend. Ye Muyu didn't care whether her daughter won the ranking, but after all, it was a girl As a family, it is inevitable to have a fighting spirit. Maybe the child likes it, so she never forced anything from the beginning to the end.

  Chu Ziluo said: "I'm going to draw."

  In recent years, Chu Ziluo has learned Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although he is not proficient, he can handle such a banquet without any problem.

   "Oh? Why did you choose to paint?" Ye Muyu asked curiously.

  (end of this chapter)