Chapter 706 The Empress Dowager Has to Kowtow to the Princess Regent [End]

Seeing this, Sheng Minggui couldn't help laughing out in a crisp voice.

Xiao Sijin was curious, "Ming Gui, what are you laughing at?"

Sheng Minggui shook the round fan, with a smile that was not a smile, "I just remembered that my grandfather once said...the moon has no light in the first place, but it has light because of the refraction of the sun. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it."

Yin Wanyang squeezed the embroidered handkerchief tightly.

The inch-long nails almost cut a hole in the embroidered handkerchief.

Why didn't I find out before that Song Zhao was so hypocritical.

In the past, Song Zhaoke would never deliberately make such a gesture to suppress her blatantly... Was it because she felt that Yin Wanyang's identity as a royal nobleman threatened her identity?

It was so quiet all around.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yin Wanyang was dissatisfied with Song Zhao and dared not speak.

At a time like this, speaking for anyone would offend the other.

Song Zhao smiled at Sheng Minggui, unwilling to stay here any longer, turned around and left.

"stop!"

Nishang raised his voice to stop Song Zhao.

The young and beautiful genius genius doctor looked displeased, "It's just a mere princess...how dare you be so rude? Why are you so rude when you see Mingyue Diji? This is your Dasheng rule? It really opened my eyes! "

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows.

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled leisurely, "Who are you?"

Nishang's face darkened, and his tone of voice carried the arrogance of your ignorance, "I am the world-renowned genius doctor of Nishang."

There is no shortage of doctors in this world.

What is missing is a miracle doctor as powerful as her Nishang.

Which of the dignitaries is not afraid of death, and who would dare to offend a genius doctor like her?

Nishang was even ready for Song Zhao to curry favor with her.

However, Song Zhao didn't even move his eyebrows, and said lazily, "Since I know I'm just a doctor, how can I have the courage to shout in front of this princess?!"

Nishang trembled angrily, Song Zhao didn't take her seriously?

Although she is indeed incapable of arguing with a royal lady like Song Zhao, she is a genius doctor, and a genius doctor has privileges everywhere!

Yin Wanyang persuaded, "Doctor Nishang, don't be angry, Princess Zhaoyang didn't mean to insult you."

Nishang was originally only dissatisfied with Song Zhao on behalf of her emperor's niece, but now she has selfishly hated Song Zhao.

"Mingyue Diji, why are you so kind and let the princess bully you? She is just a later princess, and you are a born royal!" Nishang spoke loudly, pointing at Song Zhaodao, "Everyone, tell me something , Princess Dasheng is so disregarding etiquette, is she really not afraid of being played?"

The noble girls around looked at each other, and felt that Yin Wanyang was more reasonable:

"Princess Zhaoyang, you should pay respects to Empress Mingyue, this is the rule!"

"They're all classmates, it's so ugly, how bad it is!"

"The thing about saluting is not to kill you..."

There are different opinions, all of which are putting pressure on Song Zhao.

The corners of Yin Wanyang's mouth couldn't help but curl up quietly, the blood in his body was surging and hot because Song Zhao was about to bow his head to her,

"Princess Zhaoyang, in fact, this Emperor Ji doesn't care about immodest manners, but since it is a clear rule, you should follow it."

"This king doesn't know that there is a rule in the world where the princess regent salutes the crown princess without authority."

An abrupt voice came.

Everyone's heart beat.

The handsome young regent stepped lazily into the hall.

He is tall and straight, with a golden jade belt around his waist and a golden crown on his head. He has a beautiful appearance and a graceful bearing.

He walked through the screen and sat down with his robe lifted.

The wide dark gold robe covers the entire armchair, full of frivolity.

Everyone was immersed in the man's astonishing face, came back to their senses, and saluted in unison, "The Regent is blessed."

The regent didn't look at the crowd, but with a small smile on his thin lips, he stretched out his hand towards Song Zhao.

Song Zhao lifted the hem of the skirt and obediently put his hand on it.

The regent pinched it, gently pulled it to his side, and smiled fondly, "My little concubine, I'm not here, are you here to be bullied?"

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