Chapter 645 Mid-Autumn Festival Reunion Day
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm also a married woman, and speaking of it, this is only my natal family." Ming Xuan also laughed, "We both have the same disease. Fortunately, we have thick skins, so we don't care what brothers and sisters-in-law say."
"Big cousin is gentle and considerate, she can't wait to enshrine you as an ancestor, how can she say anything." Yun Dai said.
"You're still talking about me. The grandfather, mother, and two elder brothers at the head of the family, which one doesn't treat you as an ancestor?" Ming Xuan pouted, "Compared to my own."
Yun Dai picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'll give you an extra piece to shut your mouth!"
The two talked and laughed, had dinner, walked around the garden a few times to digest food, and then went back to the house to wash and sleep.
Two days later, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
This is a day of reunion, a big festival, and even the imperial court will give officials a holiday.
Logically speaking, the palace should take Yun Dai back to the palace. Even if you don't go back to the palace, you should have something to say. But there was no news from the palace except that the chief inspector of ceremonies sent some food and clothing for the festival.
Zhao Yuanjing didn't even send anyone to ask.
It took Yun Dai three days to embroider a purse and send it to Zhao Yuanjing.
She meant to apologize to him.
But Zhao Yuanjing didn't respond.
It's okay for Yun Dai.
She has apologized twice, but people still ignore her, so why should she have a hot face and a cold butt for the third time?
In the evening, the Hou Mansion had a reunion dinner. After eating, Ming Jing and Ming Wei brothers were not satisfied, so they invited a few friends to have wine and watch the moon together, and recite poems to make love.
Due to the national mourning this year, no banquet was held in the palace, and the princes and nobles celebrated the festival at home.
The brothers of the Ming family invited King Yi to be a guest.
Zhao Yuanhe and the Ming brothers are close friends and often hang out together. When Zhao Yuanhe was about to go out, he heard some movement, so he asked his followers to take a look.
The entourage saw King Qin sitting alone under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, drinking wine to the moon.
That back view looked a bit lonely.
"It's Prince Qin." The attendant whispered, "Sit there alone drinking."
Zhao Yuan and Qingrun showed a bit of pity on their faces: "Little Huangshu and Father Huang have a deep brotherly relationship. When Father died, Little Huangshu was also sad. Besides, there is not even a caring person who can talk to him in his house."
He walked over slowly, and said with a smile: "Today is the reunion day, and the little emperor uncle is drinking alone here, wouldn't it be a pity for the beauty of this beautiful day?"
Zhao Shu raised his eyes to look at him, and said calmly, "The Mid-Autumn Festival happens every year, and the moon is full. What a pity. Are you going out?"
"Yes, the brothers of the Ming family invited me to enjoy the moon." Zhao Yuanhe said with a smile, "Little Huangshu will go with me? It will be more lively if there are more people."
"No."
"Shouldn't Uncle Xiao Huang be with my nephew?" Zhao Yuanhe insisted gently, "My nephew is blind and can't see the way ahead."
He groped and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Shu's arm, "Let's go, little Huangshu."
Zhao Shu was so troubled by him that he had no choice but to put down the jug, boarded the carriage with him, and headed for Zhongyonghou's mansion.
Unexpectedly, the brothers of the Ming family invited this big boss, and came out to greet them together.
Zhao Shu waved his hand and said, "Don't bother with me, just treat me as if I don't exist."
Having said that, who dares to really ignore him.
These sons-in-law love to stay together and recite poems. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. They put melons, fruits, wine, pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the garden, and wrote poems with the theme of the moon.