After a while, the sedan chair stopped in front of the palace gate of Fanggui's main hall. The killing continued in the darkness outside, but the imperial city was still immersed in a sea of luxury, and there were melodious music and laughter coming from a long distance away.
"Girl, we're here." The attendant lowered his head and said slowly.
Chu Qiao got out of the sedan chair, and a light blue dress was ironed on her body. The girl's eyes were like water, she looked ahead clearly, her back was straight, without fear, she raised her feet and walked towards the hall.
"Girl," a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the four bearers knelt on the ground together. The girl stopped, only to hear a hoarse voice behind her. The man said slowly in a depressed tone: "The future is unpredictable and the road is difficult. Please cherish it for Datong and Your Highness."
Chu Qiao's body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her chest. Years of anticipation and waiting burned her heart like a fire. The ups and downs and hardships have made her eyes clearer, her back more straight, and her shoulders more tenacious. She firmly believes that she must be able to go on tenaciously.
At this moment, it has nothing to do with ideals or Great Harmony, it's all because of the original promise.
"Shall we go back to Yanbei together?"
"Let's go back to Yanbei together!"
With a whoosh, the strong wind blew up the corners of her flamboyant skirt, the girl held her head high, and walked steadily towards the Fang Gui Hall!
The extravagant aroma is blowing towards the face, the dancer's slender waist and sleeves are dancing in the sky, all the officials are gathered in twos and threes, talking happily, the dinner has not officially started, the protagonist has not yet played, the emperor has paraded for a day, and at this moment he is also behind the scenes. The hall rested, so the atmosphere in the hall was slightly relaxed.
Due to Chu Qiao's status, she couldn't enter the main hall and could only sit in the second pavilion of the side hall. Across a row of corridor pillars, the hall was crowded with people and noisy. The population of the Great Xia Dynasty was prosperous, their appearance was prosperous, and the spirit of the heavenly family was fully displayed.
"This girl," a soft voice suddenly sounded beside her, Chu Qiao turned her head, and saw a delicate girl sitting next to her, dressed in a light pink butterfly dress, she looked peaceful and delicate, with a gentle voice He said politely, "I don't know which family this girl is from? I am from the He Luo family, and my father is He Luo Changqing. What is the girl's name?"
The girl looks gentle and amiable. Chu Qiao nodded politely, and replied softly, "I am Prince Yan's entourage, Chu Qiao."
"Oh, so it's Miss Chu." Miss He Luo's smile faltered when she heard this, and although she still replied politely, her attitude became obviously cold. Turning her head to chat with the rich ladies next to her, she even deliberately turned her body to one side, for fear that others would mistake her and Chu Qiao for being together.
After a while, the people next to her obviously heard Chu Qiao's identity from her, and all kinds of eyes floated over, with disgust and contempt, mixed with deep meaning.
Chu Qiao sat at the side calmly, with a slight smile on her lips, she had seen enough of the world's fickleness and human nature.
She poured herself a cup of tea and drank it. The noble ladies on both sides didn't know, seeing her holding a wine glass, they thought she was drinking in public, and they were even more disdainful. Gradually, loud and small voices of disdain came to my ears noisily, nothing more than words about low-class untouchables with no education. Their volume is well controlled, allowing people to hear clearly without being able to tell who said it.
Chu Qiao didn't care either. After a while, the voice beside my ear suddenly disappeared, and a shadow suddenly covered the tea. Chu Qiao raised her head slowly, and saw Zhuge Yue standing in front of many mats, wearing a deep purple robe with a dark waning moon pattern embroidered on the belt, and her black hair was loosely tied behind her back with a ribbon of the same color.
There is a clear pond with shallow water between the second pavilion and the main hall. The wind blows from the pond, and there is the scent of orchid swaying, sweeping across the man's clothes, with a faint fragrance.
All the daughters of the second pavilion were stunned. For these weak clans in the imperial capital, the seven great clans are figures who live in legends. They are no less than the royal family of the current dynasty. . Although there is only a pool between the second pavilion and the main hall, it is as insurmountable as a natural moat for those small clans who need to dig around and spend a lot of money to buy seats even if they want to attend the banquet. Especially the other party is the young master of Zhuge's lineage who has been in the limelight recently, how can they not make them fall in love
Zhuge Yue's eyes lightly swept across the seats, passed Chu Qiao's body, and then walked straight over. Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, thinking whether this man would come to make trouble at this time, but Zhuge Yue turned around and walked to the next table.
The Miss He Luo's face was so excited that she stood up with a plop, but she accidentally knocked over the tea on the mat and spilled it all on her skirt. The girl gave way to Zhuge Yue in a panic, while grabbing her skirt and trying to cover it up, her face was as red as a pig's liver, and she didn't even know where to put her hands.
Zhuge Yue sat down without even looking at her.
"Master Zhuge, you...please drink tea." The young lady of He Luo's family stood aside tremblingly, with an unconcealable surprise on her face, she brought a cup of tea to Zhuge Yue under the envious eyes of everyone. forward.
The man didn't speak, just took it casually, and drank it without looking up.
There was a buzz of discussion all around, what an honor it is for the fourth young master of the Zhuge family to accept this little girl's offer of tea
Miss He Luo's smile was like a flower, but there was a hint of petty timidity in her actions. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, sat down slowly, and leaned beside Zhuge Yue, her face flushed with shame and a little bit of pride, she moved forward slowly, and said softly, "Master Zhuge just returned to the imperial capital." Soon?" Seeing that Zhuge Yue didn't answer, the girl said to herself, "We met once in the last field hunting meeting, but it was a long distance away, and I didn't expect Fourth Young Master to still remember me."
Zhuge Yue didn't say a word, holding the white jade teacup in his hand, frowning slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking.
The second pavilion is not like the main hall, the seats are very small. Although the young ladies of the other seats gathered together to talk, they all casually answered irrelevant questions, obviously listening with their ears up.
The young lady of He Luo's family was a little embarrassed, she bit her lower lip lightly, her voice became softer, and said softly: "Master Zhuge, I am He Luofei, and my father is the little Zhu He Luo Changqing from the Ministry of Rites."
"Do you mind sharing a table with someone else?"
Zhuge Yue suddenly turned his head and asked, Miss He Luo was taken aback for a moment, feeling flattered for a while. Zhuge Yue asked again, "Do you mind sharing a table with others?"
He Luofei came to his senses, waved his hands quickly and said, "I don't mind, of course Mayfair doesn't mind."
"Oh, that's good." Zhuge Yue nodded, then raised his head and looked to the side, pointing to a girl who was looking at him and beckoning, "You, come here." Walking over, he asked with a faint smile, "Is the young master calling me?"
"Well," Zhuge Yue nodded and asked, "Do you mind sharing a table with others?"
He Luofei stared at him dumbfoundedly, but before he understood what was going on, the woman in scarlet clothes was quick to see through, and looked at He Luofei with a strange smile, and said: "The young masters of the Zhuge family have all opened their mouths, Of course the little girl won't mind."
Zhuge Yue said: "So, I will trouble you, take her there."
He Luofei was stunned for a moment, and called out puzzledly: "Master Zhuge, you..."
"Okay!" The woman in scarlet clothes smiled coquettishly, and took He Luofei's arm, "Do you really think the sky has fallen? Let's go."
He Luofei's face was flushed, her silver teeth were clenched tightly, she was pulled all the way by the woman in scarlet clothes, tears welled in her eyes, she was almost about to cry. The daughters who had been chatting happily with her just now covered their mouths and sneered, with unconcealable schadenfreude in their expressions.
The Fanggui Hall is the largest main hall of the Daxia Imperial Palace. It is composed of thirty-six palace water pavilions, hundreds of carved galleries and painted roads, winding and crossing each other. Glazed gold tiles, flying eaves and bucket arches, ingenious workmanship, the resplendent nave is dedicated to Fanggui's wine god. It is the main hall of Fanggui. Drum music, clear and vast.
At this moment, the momentum of the main hall has already risen, most of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are present, and the other halls are also very lively. Only in this second pavilion, everyone rushed to look at Zhuge Yue. I saw him drinking tea indifferently, as if he didn't realize that he was the focus.
At this moment, someone in the main hall suddenly blew a trumpet to announce: "Prince Bian Tang, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, and His Royal Highness the Thirteenth Prince have arrived!"
There was a loud voice, and all the guests in the Fanggui Palace were eagerly waiting to see. This topsy-turvy and uninhibited Prince Bian Tang has never stopped for a day since he came to Zhenhuang, and he has never done a good deed, which fully reflects a generation of prodigal sons. Demeanor as it should be. Perhaps because of the solemnity of today's banquet, Li Ce wore a red brocade robe with a black border and ink orchid pattern. Although it was still flamboyant, it was a bit more heavy. I saw him with golden crown and hair, smiling all over his face, with high spirits, as if he was the one who got married today, but Zhao Che and Zhao Song standing beside him paled in comparison.
Zhao Che's biological mother had just passed away, and she was not well dressed. She was wearing a brown dress that was ironed on his body. His brows were slightly frowned, and he stayed beside Li Ce impatiently, obviously not out of voluntary.
Li Ce laughed, cupped his hands and said, "I'm late, please forgive me."
The drums and music are loud, the singing and dancing are grand, the musicians play the welcome song in unison, the chime bells sound in unison, and the music is melodious. Li Ce and others followed the palace servants who led the way to the seats that had been arranged. His seat was next to Zhao Che, and as soon as he sat down, he approached Zhao Che, looked around, and said, "Where is Qiao Qiao? Did you see it?"
Zhao Che frowned, "Who is Qiao Qiao?"
"It's the one who served as a soldier under your account," Li Ce danced and gestured, "the one who punched me several times hard."
Zhao Che frowned slightly, looked at this living treasure from Bian Tang in puzzlement, wondering if he had a tendency to be abused, and felt uncomfortable every day without being punched a few times, shook his head and said: "I didn't see it, this is a big Xia Guoyan, her status may not be enough to come to the palace."
"Won't she come when her master gets married?" Li Ce shook his head and sighed, "Poor Qiao Qiao, Yan Xun is going to marry a wife, she must be hiding somewhere secretly and crying."
"Thirteen, did you see Qiao Qiao? It's the pretty girl next to Yan Xun, the one who hit me."
Zhao Song was already filled with resentment when he was sent by the emperor to accompany Li Ce, but now he didn't look good when he asked Chu Qiao, so he turned his head stubbornly and said coldly, "I don't know."