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After a while, the sedan chair stopped in front of the palace gate of Fanggui Hall. The outside world is constantly killing, and the imperial city is still immersed in an extravagant ocean. It is far and far away, and there are rumbling music and laughter.
"Girl, it’s over." The waiter lowered his head and said slowly.
Chu Qiao got off the sedan chair, a light blue tunic, and ironed on her. The girl's eyes were like water, and she looked at the front clearly. Her back was straight and there was no fear. She lifted her feet and walked toward the hall.
"Girl," the low voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the four bearers squatted on the ground. The girl stopped her footsteps and only heard the hoarse voice ringing behind her. The man slowly said in a repressed tone: "The future is unpredictable, and the road is difficult. Please ask the girl to be treasured by Datong and be honored by His Royal Highness."
Chu Qiao's body trembled, and inexplicable emotions stirred up in the chest. Years of expectation and waiting, like a big fire, burned her heart. The ups and downs of the ups and downs made her eyes clearer, her back more straight, and her shoulders more tough, she firmly believes that she must have the ability to go on stubbornly.
At this moment, there is no ideal, no big brother, everything is just because of the original promise.
"Let's go back to Yanbei together?"
"Let's go back to Yanbei!"
With a cry, the wind blew her arrogant skirt, and the girl raised her head high and took a steady step toward the Fanggui Hall!
The extravagant aroma came to the fore, and the dancer’s waist and sleeves were empty and dancing. The crowds were gathered together and the conversation was just over. The dinner had not officially started. The protagonist had not yet played. The emperor marched for one day. The temple rested, so the atmosphere in the hall was a little relaxed.
Chu Qiao’s identity was forced to enter the main hall and could only be seated in the second pavilion. Across the column, I saw the crowds in the temple, and it was very lively. The people of the Daxia Dynasty were thriving, the surface was glory, and the spirit of the heavens was full.
"This girl," a delicate voice suddenly sounded around, Chu Qiao turned his head and saw a delicate girl sitting next to her, a light pink butterfly, looking quiet and delicate, the temperature and Courteously said, "I don't know which girl is the daughter? I am born in He Luo, my father He Luo Changqing, what does the girl call?"
The girl looks gentle and amiable. Chu Qiao nodded politely and replied softly: "I am the dear of Yan Shizi, Chu Qiao."
"Oh, it turned out to be Chu girl." He Luo's lady heard a smile and smiled, although she politely returned, but the attitude was obviously cold. Turning around and talking with the ladies around him, even the body intentionally bowed to one side, for fear that others would mistake her and Chu Qiao together.
After a while, the person next to him apparently heard the identity of Chu Qiao from her. All kinds of eyes were not salty and fluttering. There were disgusting, disdainful, mixed colors and deep meaning.
Chu Qiao calmly sat on the side, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and she had already seen enough of the cold and warmth.She took a cup of tea and toasted it. The ladies on both sides did not know that she was holding a glass of wine and thought she was drinking in public, but she was disdainful. Gradually the size of the screams was noisy and passed into the ears, nothing more than what the inferior people did not raise. Their volume is well controlled, so that people can hear clearly and can't hear who is actually speaking.
Chu Qiao did not care. After a long while, the sound of the ear suddenly disappeared, and a shadow suddenly covered the tea. Chu Qiao slowly raised his head, only to see Zhuge 玥 standing in front of a large number of seats, a deep purple robes, embroidered with a dark moonless totem on the belt, ink hair tied loosely behind a ribbon of the same color.
There is a shallow pool of clear water between the second pavilion and the main hall. The wind blows from the pool, and the scent of Molan sways, sweeping through the men's clothes, with a touch of fragrance.
All the young ladies of the second pavilion were all stunned. For the clans who are weak in the emperor, the seven gates are living in legendary figures. They are much more than the royal family. Many people can’t touch them for the rest of their lives. . Although the second pavilion and the main hall are separated by a pool, they are insurmountable for those who want to attend the banquet and need to go to the banquet to buy a seat. In particular, the other party is still in the limelight of Zhuge Yizheng, who is in the limelight. How can they not let them fall in love?
Zhuge's eyes faintly swept through many seats, drifted from Chu Qiao, and then walked straight. Chu Qiao's eyebrows are picking up, thinking about whether this man will come to trouble at this time, but see Zhuge's footsteps turn, and went to the next side.
The young lady of He Luojia was so excited that she was red, and she stood up and slammed, but accidentally knocked over the tea on the floor, all sprinkled on her skirt. The girl panicked and gave Zhuge a seat while trying to cover up her skirt. A blush was like a pig liver, and she didn't even know where to put it.
Zhuge looked at her without looking at her and sat down straight.
"Master Zhuge, you... please drink tea." Miss He Luojia stood in a treacherous manner, with a color of surprise on his face, and brought a cup of tea to Zhuge in the eyes of everyone. In front of you.
The man did not speak, took it by hand, did not look up and looked at it and drank it.
The surrounding voices suddenly sounded, and the four masters of Zhugejia could accept the tea of this little woman. What a privilege?
Miss He Luo smiled like a flower, but the action room was accompanied by a few timid timidity. She squatted on the skirt and sat down slowly. She was kneeling beside Zhuge, her face was shy and red, and she was somewhat proud. She slowly went forward and said softly: "Zhu Ge’s young master just returned to the emperor. Soon?" See Zhuge玥 did not return
A, the girl said to herself, "The last time we hunted the meeting, we had a side, but it was very far apart. I didn't expect the four young masters to remember me."
Zhuge Wei did not speak, holding a white jade tea cup, his eyebrows were light and wrinkled, and he did not know what he was thinking.The second pavilion is not like the main hall. The seats are very small. The other family members of the family, although they are gathered together to talk, are indifferent and unanswered, apparently listening to their ears.
The young lady of He Luojia had some embarrassment on his face. He bit his lower lip and his voice was more delicate. He said softly: "Master Zhuge, I am He Luofei, my father is a small rite of the Ministry of Education."
"Do you mind if you are sitting with someone else?"
Zhuge Hao suddenly turned his head and asked, Miss He Luo, a moment, some flattered. Zhuge Yu asked again, "I asked if you would like to sit down with others?"
When He Luofei woke up, he quickly said, "I don't mind, Mayfair doesn't mind."
"Oh, that's good." Zhuge nodded, then looked up and looked to the side, pointing at a girl who was looking at herself and waving. "You, come over." The woman was blushing and smiling. Come over, faintly asked, "Is the son calling me?"
“Well,” Zhuge nodded and asked. “Do you mind if you have a seat with others?”
He Luofei looked silly and didn't understand what was going on. The woman in the smock was a little bit stunned. She smiled at He Luofei with a smile and said: "The Zhuge family's son has opened a gold mouth. The little girl certainly won't mind."
Zhuge said: "So, it will trouble you, take her to the past."
He Luofei suddenly stayed in a hurry and cried inexplicably: "You are the master of Zhuge..."
"Okay!" The woman in the clothes smiled and pulled the arm of He Luofei. "Is it really thought that the pie has fallen in the sky? Let's go."
He Luofei's face was red, silver teeth biting, and the woman was pulled all the way, tears in her eyes, almost crying. The daughters who had just talked with her and talked about it were sneer and sneer in their faces.
The Fanggui Hall is the largest main hall of the Daxia Palace. It consists of thirty-six palace courts, hundreds of carved corridors, and twists and turns. The glazed gold tile, the flying eagle arch, the exquisite workmanship, the magnificent nave dedicated to the Fang Gui Jiu Shen, is the Fanggui Zhengdian, surrounded by four large temples, connected by the Qingchi waterway, Lancome fragrance, bouquets surrounded, silk bamboo Drum music, clear waves.
At this moment, the main hall has already begun to take off, and the Manchu martial arts are mostly on the table. The other temples are also very lively. Only this second pavilion, no one does not want to look at Zhuge Yu here. I saw that he ate tea in light, as if he did not know that he had become the focus.
At this moment, the main hall suddenly had a corner singer: "The Crown Prince of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, His Royal Highness the Seven Emperors, and the thirteenth Emperor's Highness!"The vocal screams, the guests in the entire Fanggui Hall are all eagerly awaiting each other. This dynasty, the sorrowful and sorrowful prince of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, has never stopped for a day since he had never been a good man. He has never done a good thing, fully reflecting a generation of ruins. Deserved style. Perhaps because of the solemnity of today's banquet, Li Ce wore a red robes with a black-breasted Molan pattern. Although it was still unassuming, it was a bit thicker. I saw him with a golden crown, a smile, and a fascinating look. The person who is married like today is like him. Instead, Zhao Che and Zhao Wei, who are standing next to him, are eclipsed.
Zhao Chesheng’s mother had just passed away, and she was not dressed in a beautiful dress. She was dressed in a brown suit and ironed on his body. The eyebrows were slightly stunned and her expression was very impatient to accompany Li’s body. Obviously it was not voluntary.
Li Ce laughed and said, "I am late, please forgive me."
The drums are soaring, the songs and dances are flourishing, the musicians are playing the welcoming songs, the chimes are ringing, and the music is melodious. Li Ce and others followed the guiding palace to the already arranged seats. His seat was next to Zhao Che. When he sat down, he approached Zhao Che and looked around with his head and said: "Jojo? Have you seen it?"
Zhao Che frowned, "Who is Jojo?"
"It's the one who is a soldier in your account," Li said, dancing and dancing. "The one who hit me a few punches."
Zhao Che frowned slightly and looked at the living treasure of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. He wondered if he had a tendency to be abused. He was uncomfortable when he was not punched a few times a day. He shook his head and said: "No see, this is big. Xia Guoban, her identity may not be enough for the temple."
"When her master is married, she won't come?" Li Ce shook his head and sighed. "Poor Jojo, Yan Yan wants to marry, she must secretly hide where she is crying."
"Thirteen, have you seen Jojo? It is the pretty little girl beside Yan Yan, who beat me."
Zhao Wei was sent by the emperor to accompany Li Ceben. He was so angry that he was instructed to ask Chu Qiao that he had no good face and reluctantly turned his head and said coldly: "I don't know."
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