Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the May Banquet, an annual grand scene in the capital.

The full moon, like a jade plate, hangs in the silent sky, vast and bright.

Lanterns like a long river are hung in the ups and downs of the crowd.

The same emotion flows in those eyes, beautiful, dazzling, and passionate, like the slender tail dragged out by an unexpected meteor.

Rong Yuan walked calmly through it, the dazzling lights reflected in Rong Yuan's dark eyes, and the warm-toned light shone on Rong Yuan's face, making the cold statue seem to have the aura of fireworks.

Rong Yuan put down his hand to open the curtain and sat in the sedan headed to the palace.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

Exquisite, gorgeous, noble and luxurious, the palace banquet started as usual.

Rong Yuan sat under the emperor and watched with cold eyes the singing and dancing in the palace, the scene of drunkenness and wealth.

But suddenly he followed something and looked somewhere down below.

Song Qingyu?

Rong Yuan looked at the woman with some loose luck around him, and his fingers hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe moved unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, above Song Qingyu's head, the originally dim but still powerful luck instantly became the same as that of ordinary people.

Just like the dim moon, it turned into a faint star, no different from all living beings in the blink of an eye.

But all the living beings in this world seem to have become more solid.

And no one saw all this except Rongyuan.

A dark light flashed across Rong Yuan's eyes, and then he became a little bored and shifted his gaze.

At this time, Song Qingyu felt helpless and panicked in her heart.

She covered her heart, her eyes blank and confused.

But after all, he never thought about what he lost?

For Rong Yuan, it was just taking away the halo of the heroine.

It is a great blessing for ghosts in other worlds to have the opportunity to be reborn after death. No matter how much they get, they will be greedy.

Rong Yuan admitted that he had some bad tastes, but more importantly, he followed his true heart.

Generally speaking, only after the plot of the small world is over, the world will collect the luck that fell on the children of luck to consolidate the world. Rong Yuan's action just moved everything forward.

It's a good thing for the small world. It doesn't have to work hard to maintain the plot and bear the consequences of plot deviation. It can also take back the luck from the child of luck in advance.

And he really wants to see how the plot of this small world will turn out without the blessing of luck?

The whole banquet was really boring, there was a lot of people drinking and scheming, maybe because they knew the true nature of His Highness, few people came to disturb His Highness.

Rong Yuan was relieved, and drank one glass after another. The wine in this palace was quite good. Although it was not as good as the wine, it was still fragrant and left an endless aftertaste.

Everyone is awake, but I am drunk alone.

However, an annoying voice sounded.

"His Royal Highness, I am a minister..." The prime minister came over with a wine glass in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Rong Yuan: "Prime Minister Song, you are blocking me."

Rong Yuan's cold voice sounded, causing the Prime Minister's smile to freeze on his face.

Song Wei's face instantly darkened, and he suppressed his anger and said: "Your Highness, you must know that hard work is easy to break!"

Then he shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

When the third prince and others saw him, they looked at each other calmly, and they were all delighted.

The prince is really becoming more and more arrogant, even more fearless than before. If he offends the prime minister, he offends the Song family, the number one family in Beichen behind the prime minister.

Even the fourth prince, who had always been silent, lowered his head and looked shocked.

In the past, didn't the prince give the prime minister a bit of thin noodles?

Could it be because the prime minister angered the emperor's brother when he elected the third prince as the prince last time?

The third prince carried the wine glass to the Prime Minister's table and comforted the Prime Minister: "Prime Minister, please don't be angry. My imperial brother may be drunk and it was an unintentional mistake. I hope that the Prime Minister will respect you."

The old fox, the Prime Minister, could see what the third prince was planning at a glance, so he didn't refuse. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, pretending to be a snake to the third prince.

The two were doing Tai Chi and testing each other.

When the fourth prince saw this, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was mocking something.

Brother Third Emperor, it’s a pity that your plan will come to nothing this time.

Near the end of the day, the moon banquet in the palace ended, and Rong Yuan returned to the Prince's Mansion early to rest and go to bed.

The whole person was in a drunken state. Rong Yuan allowed himself to stay in this state and savor it carefully.

At dawn the next day, when Rong Yuan woke up, he felt a slight headache.

Rubbing his forehead with his hands, he enjoyed the rare quiet time.

Song Wei, the Prime Minister, was born into a wealthy family. As the spokesperson of the family in the court, there was a wealthy family standing behind him.

This family really knows how to handle things.

There are really many people from aristocratic families in the court, and all of them hold important positions, which creates a situation where the aristocratic families and the dynasty are intertwined with each other.

As long as the prince did not express his distaste for the aristocratic family clearly, the aristocratic family would not intervene in the battle for the throne when the prince's position was stable.

Prime Minister's House.

Song Qingyu broke into a cold sweat and felt a little scared.

How could I be so obsessed that I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I foolishly exposed myself in this completely unfamiliar era.

When I think about how I had to go to the moon banquet at the palace yesterday, and begged my mother to say it in front of the prime minister, I feel bad!

Help, how could she be so naive? After all, she is a person who has been influenced by modern culture. How could she be so inexplicably arrogant as if she had lost her mind?

Now it's better, but it also involves the biological mother of this body. I'm afraid this aunt already hates her!

Song Qingyu was so anxious that she was about to burst into obscenities, and she was about to cry without tears.

What are you afraid of, what are you coming to.

The maid came to report: "Second Miss, madam, please go to the front hall."

Song Qingyu's expression turned bitter. After a few seconds, she followed the maid to the front hall with a heroic spirit.

Sure enough, her aunt was sitting at the top with her cheap dad, and next to her, her white lotus sister was gloating about her misfortune.

What is this called?

Song Qingyu smiled on the outside, but in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.

Why should women in the new era of the 21st century suffer such things!

Song Qingyu knelt down obediently, feeling extremely calm.

Seeing this scene, my aunt smiled sarcastically, and her white lotus sister also covered her lips and smiled sweetly.

"Qingyu, do you know that you are wrong?" The corners of my aunt's eyes raised contemptuously, as if she had seen something dirty.

"Return to mother, Qingyu doesn't understand, please let mother clarify." Song Qingyu said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"Ha!" Sister Bai Lianhua smiled sarcastically, covered the raised corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said urgently, "Conspiracy to assassinate my eldest sister and ruin the reputation of our Prime Minister's Mansion."

When Song Qingyu heard this, she secretly cursed in her heart for being framed.

"Return to mother, Qingyu doesn't have it. Evidence is the most important thing. Qingyu requests a thorough investigation into this matter."

"Okay, everyone, be quiet," my aunt said in a deep voice, "Wei Yu, you are the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, don't lose your decency!"

"Yes, Weiyu knows his mistake." Song Weiyu said softly.

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