MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 64 Do not reunite for a long time, who is still in love? (5)
064 Do not reunite for a long time, who is still in love? (5)
"Is a wound? Does it matter? Show me." Fu Cai asked nervously.
Zong Zheng looked away without worry, in order to push him away, she didn't even care about her injuries.
"It doesn't matter." Manxi responded lightly. "The general is here, but the dinner is about to start? Lianfei ..."
She paused, Fu Fu said, "Lian Fei has been shot into the cold palace by her Majesty, and I came here to pick you up."
Man was a little stunned, but did not expect Lianfei would be beaten into the cold palace. After all, substitutes are just substitutes. Men have been ruthless since ancient times, not to mention being the emperor of the harem. She sighed. "Let's go."
Fu Nodded, looking at Zongzheng with no worries, and said with a gentle smile: "It would be better to walk with our couple away from the king. You are the protagonist at this dinner." He said the couple very seriously.
Zong Zheng's hands covered in his sleeves trembled slightly, as if the breeze inadvertently moved the robe, it was almost invisible. He gave a deep glance to him, and there seemed nothing at all, and it seemed to contain the most difficult language in the world.
He didn't say anything at all, crossed them and left.
From behind, Fu Yin ’s voice of concern and long smiles echoed. In the hundreds of days and nights that had been in my dreams, I heard daily reports that she was extremely happy with another man, Qin Se and Ming Ming. Finally, under the eyes and ears' verification today, like a sharp knife with a barb, he slammed in his heart, and then pulled it out fiercely. Those barbs were bleeding blood. He flew and broke through his heart.
When viewing the lotus palace, everyone looked through the autumn water and finally heard a cry: "His Royal Highness arrives-"
The women in the hall turned around and looked around. Most of them had never seen Zongzheng worry-free.
I just heard that Lijun Wang is unparalleled, rare in the world; the martial arts is high, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable;
These three points alone are enough to make women all over the world. However, Li Wang is forbidden to be a woman and cannot be close. Now that I heard Li Wang's concubine, why not make them feel at ease.
As soon as Zongzheng entered the hall with so many worries, so many eyes were bright and fascinated. Although the women had thought of countless possibilities, they were still shocked by the man in front of them.
The man in front said that he was a fairy, and he was more like a demon; when he said that he was a demon, he had a fairy-like appearance.
This person has a pure and perfect appearance like a fairy. The devil is cold and evil, but his eyes are full of nobility. He has the magical power of the king and his hands to make the world want to surrender. This is Zongzheng's worry-free. The world's description of him is even less than Feng Lin.
The eyes of all the women were obsessed, followed his figure, and moved no further, and the green woman sitting in the first place of the women had firm eyes.
Zong Zheng had no expression on his face, neither saluting nor greeting, he went straight to the exclusive position between the Prince and the Nine Princes.
The ninth prince leaned over, leaned in ambiguous words, and God smiled mysteriously: "Seven brothers, you two ..."
He didn't wait for him to finish, and Zongzheng glanced away calmly. He immediately stopped and saw that the two people who had entered the hall later appeared to be the most matching and harmonious couple in the world. It was immediately clear, and the acquaintance kept silent. .
The opposite of the two of them is the position of Fu Zhao and his wife, headed under the dust of the King.
The North Korean officials knew that the character of the king was unaware that there was nothing wrong with it, but the people in the dust wind country felt strange. However, the attention of the dust wind king turned all the way into it. On the woman wearing a moon white brocade forging robe.
is her? !!
Ning Qianyi can almost be described as dysfunctional. When he saw the woman in white after a "Princess Rong Le Chang arrived" from the palace people, he knocked over the fruit plate on the table, and the bold and domineering eyebrows were incredible. His expression and hearty smile froze on his lips. He looked at the stunning woman with a graceful pace in shock, who was not the white woman who had been dreaming of him for the past seven days?
In the past seven days, he ordered people to inquire about her, but failed to find out her identity. He thought she was just a strange woman hidden in the folk, but she could not have expected it, she was the princess of Qiyun Kingdom!
Such a character, he couldn't even inquire, was it because his people became incompetent when they came to a strange country, or was someone stumbling?
Ning Qianyi's strange reaction did not feel strange to the people around him. After all, when they saw the woman at first sight, they were all surprised and had abnormal reactions.
As soon as Man Yan entered the hall, she felt a fierce gaze staring straight at her, and she slowly raised her eyes, also a look. Compared with Ning Qianyi, she seemed very calm. If you think about it, only the prominent identity of King Dustwind will attract such deliberate assassination.
She went to the central bank ceremony, "Rong Lelai is late, please forgive your sins!"
The emperor smiled and said, "The princess will soon be waived. Father Gong, please invite the princess to join us."
"Your Majesty!"
After her seat with Fu Zhao, Emperor Lin introduced: "This is the King of Dust Wind from afar."
Zong Zheng listened without worry and drank tea by himself.
Man Man only smiled indifferently and politely, as if he only met for the first time.
Ning Qianyi's hearty smile no longer exists, and she still does not want to believe the fact that she is a kissed princess. Glancing at her for a while, she couldn't return. Until the middle-aged man around him reminded him, he returned to the ceremony, both took their seats, and still looked at him from time to time.
At the start of the banquet, the dance music came together, and everyone toasted and drank tea.
The people in the dust wind country have good wine. The Emperor Lin specially ordered people to prepare wine for the son of the dust wind alone. Ning Qianyi did not refuse. The three large bowls of spirits entered the intestines, and the words became scarce.
"Prince." The middle-aged man was worried. The prince managed to find a favorite woman. Who knew it was someone else's wife?
Ning Qianyi put down the wine bowl in his hand, took a deep breath, calmed his mood, "Relax, I remember who I am."
At a dinner party, on the surface, the atmosphere seemed harmonious, but in fact each had his own mind.
There are dozens of women who are not out of the cabinet, but there is only one position away from the princess, plus the side concubine and the concubine of the dust wind, there are not many. If you want to stand out from so many people, it will take some effort.
Qin chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and poetry, all the girls show their talents, it can be said that the birds are vying, the flowers are beautiful, and they are all excellent.
It is a pity that the two men they wanted to please and favor, one thoughtfully, was lost in the eyebrows; the other one looked at the tea with no expression and never looked at them from beginning to end.
The Emperor Lin smiled and said, "How does the prince think that the woman I am facing is compared with the woman in your country?"
Ning Qianyi thought for a moment, and Lang smiled, "Each has its own advantages. Although the women in your country do not have the beauty and brilliance of our women right away, the women in your country are dignified and elegant, and they are both beautiful and talented, which is rare."
The Emperor Lin nodded joyfully, leaned slightly, and smiled: "Okay, today I am very happy, Father Chen, I want to reward." Said and looked to Ning Qianyi, "Who thinks the prince is better than them?" Give her the title of princess. "The implication is to let Ning Qianyi choose the concubine and be named princess and the pro-dust country. Strange to say, there are many sons of Emperor Lin, but he has no daughter.
Ning Qianyi glanced at the women, and finally his eyes fell on the woman in white who sat still.
If there was no encounter seven days ago, maybe he would really choose one of these women to take home, in order to fulfill the wishes of his father and queen.
If there wasn't that assassination, and there wasn't the woman's symbiosis and death, the swordsman rescued and nearly killed Huang Quan, maybe he would plan to look away and choose another person.
However, if none of these existed, he met her, a princess named Rongle.
At first sight, he has been a dreamer since then, and this has always been the woman he dreamed of. Finally, we can see that, sadly, she is not only the wife of other people, but also the princess of marriage.
Princess Rongle, why didn't he go to Qiyun Kingdom earlier to meet her?
"Prince, prince!"
Ning Qianyi returned to God, shook his head with his forehead and shook his head. Sorry, "Your Majesty, Xiao Wang is drinking a lot of wine today. May wish to leave the king to judge."
The Emperor Lin's eyes were somber, and he looked away from the quiet tea drinking outside, and then looked at the Zongzheng who did not lift his eyes, and sighed, facing the first beautiful woman in a blue shirt. Chant: "Ya Li, I heard that you have learned a dance recently and jumped to help everyone."
"Respect your Majesty's will." The Bi-shirt woman is the only daughter of the Sun Sun Prime Minister. She is proficient in piano, calligraphy, painting, and dancing. When she heard the nomination of the Emperor, she felt a joy in her heart, and quickly got up to salute, but she looked at Zongzheng with no worries, and she had a deep concealed admiration and a bounded determination.
Sun Yali went to the center of the hall, and the drums rang out. She smiled sweetly, Bai Mei was born, the sleeves shook, and she danced.
I saw her light-weight, dancing as if to fly away. She has practiced this dance for many years, just for today.
Suddenly a colorful damask hangs down the promenade connected between the two lofts, and the woman comes straight to the temple. She pulls her arms in one hand, jumps up, and flies towards the adjacent three-story attic.
The wind blew her long hair, and the gauze sleeves fluttered like a Chang'e fairy flying towards the moon, drifting away. 2k novel reading network
