Although Guiyun Palace has never admitted that he is the head of the Xuan Dao, the people of the Xuan Dao still insist on coming together every year to pay tribute. The Yangchun Banquet was the day when Xuan Dao gathered in Guiyun Palace.
The name is Yangchun Banquet, but the real banquet is in early summer, probably because Guiyun Palace is busy in spring.
"I heard that you found Mr. Ruyi by the Pinghu Lake?" In the Chaofeng Hall, two young girls spoke in a low voice while laying brocade cloth on the tables and chairs.
Both of them were wearing black and white dresses, with a vermilion hairpin on their heads, and they were He Ling's subordinates. Heling is in charge of the rituals, music, singing and dancing of Guiyun Palace, and large-scale banquets such as Yangchun Banquet are all organized by Heling.
"Yes," the girl who was asked was shy, "his mouth is sharp and beautiful, his legs are the longest among those men, and he can dance on the lake..."
"Hey, I was sent by the landlord to Jiangnan to buy, and I didn't catch up with this year's spring play." The girl who spoke first regretted.
"You are younger than me, don't worry, there are many men in our family."
Qingluo stood behind the pillar, listening to the two girls talking, and pouted in disdain. Those long-legged male cranes are nothing but low-level birds.
She is from the Qing clan, and the Qing clan is the descendant of the divine bird Qingluan, which is much nobler than these mortal birds. Only the noble Qing people are worthy of the divine bird phoenix. From childhood to adulthood, her clansmen told her that, and Qingluo also firmly believed in it.
She walked out with her chin raised, looking coldly at the two girls who were chatting freely, Qingluo said sternly: "I asked you to come to Chaofeng Hall, not to chat, what time is it, there is no dance floor in the center of the hall yet. Lay it up, tell us how to practice tonight?"
The two Heling girls were stunned by the lesson they taught, and when Qingluo turned around, the two came back to their senses, looked at each other, and laughed out loud.
"What kind of thing, it's just a dance leader, do you really think that you are the wife of the palace master?"
"The Qing people have always looked above the top, thinking that they are the divine bird Qingluan, and they don't even look at how many hairs on their buttocks, even the bird can't change, it's still Qingluan, bah!"
The Qing family is not a pure Qingluan bloodline, but a hybrid of Qingluan and a human race. They have half human blood in their bodies, so they cannot be turned into birds at will like other birds in Guiyun Palace.
"The other day, you said that I was the boy's favorite two girls, and also belonged to the Qing clan?" Chen Ziqi was lying in the bed, listening to Dan Yi talking about the races in the Guiyun Palace, and then talking about the Qing clan.
"Yeah." Dan Yi pursed her lips, reluctant to talk about it.
But Chen Ziqi didn't intend to let him go, and rubbed over to squeeze Danyi on a pillow, "Then is your mother also from the Qing clan?"
"My mother, it's different from them," Dan Yi said with a slight smile in his eyes, "She is a real Qingluan."
The real Qingluan? Chen Ziqi heard it in the fog, but he heard one thing. Only when the phoenix is combined with Qingluan can the phoenix be regenerated. "Yeah, didn't I get angry with your two rooms?"
With a hippy smile on his face, there was a sudden ache in his heart. It was just a man when he saw him, he was still a bird man! The long road is long, and the road is long and difficult.
"Yeah." Dan Yi looked down at Chen Ziqi and responded lightly.
"Tsk tsk, let's see, sleeping with me every day, is it going to be suffocated?" Chen Ziqi curled his lips, stretched out his hand wickedly, and rubbed it twice through the clothes, and the little Fengyuan quickly raised his head. .
Dan Yi snorted, grabbed Chen Ziqi's groping hand, met those innocent peach eyes, and suddenly felt itchy teeth. With a snap of his fingers, he put out the candle, pressed the little bastard under him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your chest doesn't hurt anymore?"
The hot breath sprayed on his neck, Chen Ziqi couldn't help but his heart beat faster, and coughed softly: "It hurts, my internal injury is not healed, you can't hit me."
Dan Yi lay down on his side, unable to laugh or cry, took the person into his arms, took a deep breath, "I won't hit you."
"Then, let's touch..." Chen Ziqi said. Since the last time the two helped each other, they haven't done it again. The young man who eats the marrow and knows the taste very much misses the feeling of that time.
Naturally, Dan Yi would not refuse this request, but after hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand and slowly loosened Chen Ziqi's belt.
Nose tip to nose tip, exchanging scorching breaths, by the moonlight, Chen Ziqi stared at those pale and thin lips, especially wanted to taste it, but he still tried his best to restrain it. Touching it, it can be said that good brothers help each other. After a kiss, he couldn't tell, he couldn't scare this little chick.
The quilt was getting hotter and hotter, but neither of them was willing to go out. The scorching heat gradually dissipated, and the rapid breathing became long again.
This guy is really energetic, and he will have to stay on Dan Yi's bed every day in the future, killing his chances of finding the same room. Chen Ziqi closed his eyes in a daze, burrowed into Dan Yi's arms, and fell asleep contentedly.
Dan Yi hugged Chen Ziqi, who was covered in sweat, and lay down without saying a word for a long time, until the person in her arms made a small snoring sound, then she lowered her head, slowly leaned in, and placed a light kiss on her moist lips. .
The next day, Chen Ziqi, who slept in the dark, was dug out of the bed by Linghe and wiped his face with a hot towel.
Sitting up with a yawn, Chen Ziqi rubbed her eyes and found that Dan Yi was already dressed.
A bright-colored wide-sleeved robe with ruby-encrusted cuffs fastened on the cuffs, and a crimson wide-sleeved gauze covered with a large piece of phoenix feathers embroidered with gold thread. During the action, it is like a flaming phoenix with wings ready to fly, strange yet majestic.
Chen Ziqi wore a azure-colored wide-sleeved robe, and a girdle with a moon-white inlaid suet jade was buckled around his waist to show his status as a prince.
"Let's go to the front now? I haven't had breakfast yet..." Chen Ziqi was led out by Dan Yi, and rubbed her starving stomach in dissatisfaction.
"It's already noon." Dan Yi raised his chin and motioned him to look at the sky.
Chen Ziqi looked up, and saw the sunlight leaking straight from the gaps in the sycamore leaves. It was quite dazzling, and it was indeed getting late. I was too playful last night, so I was too tired and slept this morning.
No more words, and honestly followed Dan Yi to Chaofeng Hall.
Originally, Chen Ziqi did not want to participate in the gathering of Xuan Dao today, but Dan Yi said that to save Chang E, some people from Xuan Dao needed to cooperate.
Xuan Dao is different from Sword Alliance and Qi Zong. There is no situation where big schools control small schools, and each school is independent. Because of this, there are many leaders who come to the Spring Banquet.
Everyone dressed in different costumes, men and women, young and old, were arranged on both sides of the hall.
"Why is there a table next to the Palace Master's seat?" The head of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect asked the Thousand Poison Sect leader in a low voice.
The head of the Thousand Poison Sect was a fat old man, and was secretly putting itchy powder on the cushion next to the table. He was taken aback by the head of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect. With a flick of his hand, the itchy powder fell into his sleeve, and he quickly took out the solution. He threw a handful of medicine into his sleeve and said casually, "Maybe it's the position of the palace master's wife."
"The Palace Master is only sixteen years old, where did the Palace Master's wife come from?" The head of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect frowned in dissatisfaction, and slapped the head of the Thousand Poison Sect.
The sect leader, who was just about to put away the antidote, sprinkled more of the antidote. The antidote for itching powder is the sour and numb powder that is compatible with it. After putting so much on it, the arm suddenly became numb, and he gritted his teeth in anger. He tried his best to hold back his anger, raised his hand with a smile, and patted the head of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect. Shoulder, "You don't understand this, you can put it out before you go through the door."
The head of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect nodded and wanted to raise his hand to touch his chin, but the arm that had been patted was already paralyzed and could not move at all.
In the Chaofeng Hall, where the Palace Master had not arrived, such discussions abounded.
Dan Yi succeeded to the throne last year, and these sect masters have come to visit one after another. I dare not show any disrespect to this new palace lord, but Xuan Dao has always had no rules, so he speaks a lot more casually.
"Congratulations to the Palace Master!" Lan Jiangxue, who was standing on the high platform, bowed and saluted gracefully, and the people in the audience stood up one after another. When they saw the people around Danyi, everyone's breathing stopped for a moment.
The position beside the palace lord was actually reserved for a young man who had never met before.
"Which company sent this beauty?"
"Don't talk nonsense, that's the palace lord's best friend, the Seventh Prince." Those who knew the goods, saw the jade belt around Chen Ziqi's waist, and immediately guessed his identity.
As it turned out, everyone exhaled and took their seats.
Dan Yi leaned on the throne, glanced at everyone in the audience lightly, raised his hand slowly, and everyone who had been saluting the whole time got up and took their seats.
"Today's Spring Banquet, let's not talk about serious business, let's talk about wine." Dan Yi picked up the jade cup in front of him and signaled to everyone.
Everyone in the audience immediately toasted and drank together.
After drinking a glass of wine, drum music started, Qingluo dressed in neon clothes and six slender dancers descended from the sky, dancing gracefully with the sound of silk and bamboo.
The soft and boneless figure and the charming and moving face are very amazing.
Qingluo raised the corners of her mouth proudly when she heard the gasping sound of those sect leaders. She is the generation of the Qing clan, the woman with the strongest ancestry in Qingluan, so the patriarch gave her the only chance to enter Heling as an errand. She is the most qualified woman to become the palace master's wife!
He waved his sleeves, covered his face with a light gauze belt, and looked at the god-like man on the stage with his almond eyes.
That god-like man, at this moment, was staring at a plate of chicken wings in front of him, raised his hand, picked one up, and put it in Chen Ziqi's bowl.
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