Someone slammed the table: "One King Hucao died, and another King of the Grassland. If this King of the Grassland does not die, the people will not have a good life..."
"That's right. Why doesn't the emperor cooperate with Nanyang to deal with the Prairie King? I really can't figure it out."
"Shh, brother, please keep your voice down. If someone in the palace hears you say these words, even ten heads will be chopped off. The emperor naturally has the emperor's position. It is not easy for us scholars to speculate on political issues. "The speaker also turned around and looked at Long Shi cautiously. Just a quick glance, and then quickly turned around and started chatting.
The Tenth Prince has no power, he is just a romantic prince, not even a member of the palace, so they won't care about it.
"Nanyang, the Imperial Dynasty, and the grassland are three parties. The relationship is very delicate. If the Imperial Dynasty and Nanyang destroy the grassland together, there is no guarantee that Nanyang will not destroy the Imperial Dynasty one day. Nanyang has risen rapidly in recent years. For the Imperial Dynasty, it is also an enemy. Friend, the emperor naturally has concerns." A scholar expressed his own point of view and analyzed.
"Then what kind of husband should Princess Jingya choose?"
"Do you understand that we are both enemies and friends? The relationship between the Imperial Dynasty and Nanyang must be made clear. If the two countries get married, at least they will be wary of each other, and they can also scare and contain the Prairie King."
"I see, my brother has seen clearly."
"Thank you, my dear brother. I heard that Princess Jingya from the great kingdom of Nanyang is so beautiful that her beauty would overwhelm the country."
"Oh? How stunning is she? Is there anyone as versatile and stunning as the Fengxiangu from our dynasty?" Brother Hanhou is indeed a true fan, and he still misses Fengxiangu to this day.
"Hey, dear brother, I'm not telling you, Feng Xiangu has become as ugly as a ghost since she was disfigured by the Queen. A few days ago, she threw a woman into the river at the Qinghe Bridge. Hey, hey, he's disfigured and even more violent. I've seen her riding on her sister and beating her on Chang'an Street before. Is this, is this ridiculous? It's Feng Xiangu, haha, I just made it up casually. Story, do two random dances, see how I charm you."
Brother Honest looked regretful and said: "Oh, it's such a pity that such a beautiful, lovely and talented woman like Fengxiangu was ruined by the poisonous woman Queen. The Fengxiangu in my heart, oh, it hurts so much."
"Hey, is this Feng Fairy so beautiful? I think the two oirans from Jiuzhonglou are even more beautiful and seductive. Their enchanting and graceful figure, just thinking about it... is so beautiful. She is simply a stunner among women. Miss Hongjiu is so stunning. Noble, Green Flower Fairy is sexy and charming, they are all fairies on earth.”
"Oh, what a pity. Why did this good-looking Jiuzhonglou catch on fire? It's strange to say that the two oirans of the Jiuzhonglou are dead, and the three young ladies in Prime Minister Feng's house are also stupid, crazy, and disfigured. The disfigurement is really strange. It is a pity that our dynasty has lost so many beauties all at once."
"Have you noticed that since the Ghost King lifted the ban, all kinds of strange things have happened in the dynasty? Well, Wei Guogong was exterminated, Wen Sheng was persecuted, all five members of the Queen's party were killed overnight, and the only legitimate son in the Feng Xiang's house His martial arts skills were abolished, and now the queen has been disfigured and thrown into the cold palace, and the Wen Zhang family has been sent to the frontier. Are all these things related?"
"The Ghost King is disfigured and disabled. How can he be so capable of killing so many people?"
The words of a dear friend shocked Feng Xi'er. Feng Xi'er couldn't help but think that what that dear friend said was quite reasonable. Indeed, many things had happened since Long Jiu was lifted from the ban, and they were all related. If the most hated thing was said, The Queen and the Queen's people are Long Jiu, and every time someone hurts her, the person who hurt her will always die inexplicably. The more Feng Xi'er thinks about it, the more she feels...
Feng Xi'er's heart aroused a thousand waves, all this, all this was too much... Feng Xi'er didn't understand why she had doubts in her heart before, but she was always unwilling to solve the doubts in her heart. Is it really just a bystander? Or is it that women in love tend to get confused? Hong Jiu died in a strange way. Now, if he wants to solve the doubts in his heart, he has no choice but to go to Long Jiu.
Feng Xi'er determined her thoughts and must ask clearly. She didn't want to be confused about her love with Hong Jiu. Feng Xi'er believed that Hong Jiu loved her, and Hong Jiu's eyes would not deceive others. Recalling Hong Jiu's eyes full of infinite affection, Feng Xi'er firmly believed that Hong Jiu must love her.
As long as she has loved him, that's fine. At least, she is not the only one who is so sentimental.
Long Shi looked sideways at the absent-minded Feng Xi'er beside him, and the suspicion in his heart became more and more confirmed. Who is the person Xiao Xi loves in his heart? It actually made her risk herself to destroy her appearance to keep that love, and she almost didn't want to wake up.
Xiao Xi doesn't want to wake up unless that person is dead? Xiao Xi wants to follow
Suddenly a horrifying message popped up in Long Shi's mind. Could it be that the person Xiao Xi likes is... Hong Jiu? Long Shi listened to the conversations between the scholars and carefully recalled what happened in the past. The more he thought about it, the more he felt...
Everything seemed to be arranged by someone.
The fire in the Jiuzhong Tower was really bizarre.
Jiuzhonglou? Red nine? Longjiu? Could it be...?
Long Shi didn't dare to think about it, he was extremely scared when he thought about it.
All of this was a question that was easy to think of on the surface. Why did he think of it now
Whose thoughts were disturbed by these words
At the table over there, the scholars started chatting again.
"Hey, no matter what, even though the beauties of the dynasty are destroyed, there will still be newly selected beauties. There are so many beauties in the dynasty. It's up to you brothers to slowly dig them out."
"Well, beauty is important because of its uniqueness. What's the point of those women who are just beautiful and have no characteristics at all? You see, the two courtesans in Jiuzhonglou are not prostitutes. Although they are in a brothel, they have always been pure and self-loving. The beautiful and cold temperament of Miss Ninth is really unrivaled. Moreover, Miss Ninth is not just beautiful, her piano skills are as good as those of others, and her unique and independent temperament is unparalleled."
Long Shi and Feng Xi'er couldn't help but think of how Hong Jiu and Long Jiu looked exactly the same when they played the piano. Hong Jiu wore a veil and Long Jiu wore a mask. Their piano skills were about the same, but the most similar thing was their indifferent expression. temperament.
But, what happened when Hong Jiu and Long Jiu appeared at the Jiuzhonglou Oiran Conference at the same time? The more I think about it, the more doubts I have. Feng Xi'er is impatient, and she won't feel at ease until these doubts in her heart are solved.
No, she has to go to the Nine Princes' Mansion. Go find Long Jiu and ask clearly.
After thinking about it, Feng Xi'er said to Long Shi: "Master Shi, I have something to do and need to leave for a while."
Feng Xi'er didn't change her clothes and went downstairs directly in her waiter's uniform. Long Shi looked at Feng Xi'er's back and became even more confused. He asked the shopkeeper to look at the store and followed him out.
Feng Xi'er ran all the way to Jiuwang's Mansion. The weather in early summer was a little hot. Feng Xi'er trotted all the way to the door of Jiuwang's Mansion. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. The guard at the door thought that Feng Xi'er was begging for food, so he took Feng Xi'er to the door. Xi'er rushed out: "You're so young and don't work hard, but you have hands, feet and a face to beg for food? Let's go, let's go."
Feng Xi'er was anxious. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked, "I'm not a beggar. Is the Ninth Prince in the house?"