Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 67

Su Zhao watched Hua Feiyin leave, and at the same time put the hexagram stone talisman in his palm back into his sleeve.

"Everyone is gone, are you still watching?" Behind him, a brisk and romantic voice sounded, with a bit of reproach in his tone, but it was Wei Xiangge who was frowning.

Su Zhao looked at the girl in his spare time, and said with a smile, "Why, are you jealous?"

Wei Xiangge: "..."

Su Zhao smiled slightly, looked at the tall girl with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and said softly: "You, I have not spoken a few words to her, she is still under your nose, let's go, let's go back to the palace together , Elder Sister is probably in a hurry."

As he said that, he went forward to hold Wei Xiangge's hand, but his hand was empty, and the girl in the red skirt snorted softly, like a lively fire butterfly, she folded her body and flew towards the palace.

"I'm really jealous." Seeing the beautiful figure disappearing into the night, Su Zhao's face paused, and he couldn't help laughing, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help showing a hint of thought.

A girl’s first love is like a lemon. It is beautiful and simple. Most of the good feelings start from the appearance. Once they hit it off, the relationship often rises very quickly. Clear, but after all, she is still a young girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, not a paper man without emotions.

Since he is bound by emotion, he is mentally prepared, and if he finds a wooden man who doesn't respond at all, it's not just a boring question, he will also be very frustrated.

Su Zhao shook his head, his eyes were deep, and he finally felt that this kind of thing should not be thought deeply.

On this side, Wei Xiangge returned to the Yuhua Palace, sat silently beside the tables, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate the food, looking unhappy.

"Xiangge, are you alright?" Su Zijin asked as if sensing the girl's emotional loss.

Wei Xiangge said softly, "I'm fine."

Seeing this scene, Su Zijin felt thoughtful.

At this time, Su Zhao also walked to the Yuhua Palace and asked Shao Yao to pour him a cup of tea.

"Who did you go to meet with? In such a hurry, the food is cold." Su Zijin asked curiously.

At this time, Wei Xiangge also raised his head and looked at Su Zhao. His pair of bright and clear eyes did not move for a moment. He was obviously curious about the conversation between Su Zhao and Hua Feiyin just now.

Su Zhao smiled, picked up a piece of chicken naturally, put it gently in Wei Xiangge's bowl, looked up at Su Zijin, and said softly: "A friend, I don't know him very well, but we just met each other once. , I have something to do with me, I didn’t agree, so he left, Xiangge doesn’t like this person a little bit, and he’s having a quarrel with me.”

At this time, no matter the action or the explanation, there is a kind of gentleness that has been tempered and light, and the last touch of self-mockery that can't help but outlines the image of a spoiled and helpless man.

Hearing this explanation, Wei Xiangge couldn't help but turn pale, his jewel-like crystal eyes lowered slightly, hiding the joy in his eyes, and gently pounded the chicken nuggets in the bowl with chopsticks, "It's not that I don't like her, a Monks, it looks like the six sense organs are not clean."

Su Zhao turned to look at Su Zijin, and took the time to ask, "Sister, are you jealous?"

Su Zijin: "???"

Wei Xiangge's cheeks suddenly turned red like fire, and it was another feeling in front of the third person.

"Okay, don't be stubborn. Speaking of which, Qinzhuxuan, she also helped you put out the fire that day." Under several circumstances, Su Zhao grabbed the girl's slender catkins and said, "Don't mention it." She's gone, let's eat."

Su Zijin looked at the small movements of the two, her brows twitched, she felt full, and felt like she couldn't eat.

After eating, the three of them drank a few cups of tea. Su Zhao raised his eyes and said in a warm voice, "Xiang Ge, the moon is shining brightly outside, let's go for a walk together?"

In this kind of situation, it has always been a vigorous effort, then decline, three exhaustion, take advantage of the victory to pursue, and make progress... The flower is under the moon, from poetry and poetry to philosophy of life, looking at the snow and the moon, and talking for a whole night...

Wei Xiangge frowned, not doubting him, and asked, "Where's sister Zijin?"

Su Zijin narrowed her starry eyes slightly, glanced at Wei Xiangge, and thought to herself, silly girl, you two are spending time together, what do you want me to do?Frowning Chunshan's eyebrows, he smiled and said, "Just go."

"It's still early, let's go together." Wei Xiangge took Su Zijin's hand and said with a smile: "By the way, my sister said she wanted to dance for me, but I haven't danced yet."

Su Zhao looked interestingly from the sidelines, but at this moment, he met a pair of inquisitive gazes, with a rippling of autumn water, it was Su Zijin.

"Sister, after eating, it's good to go to digest food." Su Zhao's expression paused slightly, and he had to give up some thoughts, and said in a clear voice.

After all, Su Zijin followed, and then, nothing to say all night?
No.

The three of them and the palace lady Shaoyao walked on the long corridor bridge between the palaces. Rows of octagonal palace lanterns hung from the corners of the corridor, swaying with the wind. Occasionally, they met the palace maids on duty at night. When they saw a few people, they were all happy. After a salute, he turned on the lamp and left.

It has to be said that although the State of Su is a land of seven counties, its ancestors were once rich, and after more than ten generations of Suhou's continuous repairs and expansions, the palaces and gardens were built majestic and magnificent, covering a vast area with many palace gates. There are five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one pavilion. The corridors are back and forth, and the eaves and teeth are pecked high. The overall color is mainly black and red.

This itself is also the aesthetics of this era, and the whole has a simple and elegant beauty.

Because Su Zijin was by his side, Su Zhao didn't hold Wei Xiangge's hand, and went up to a three-story attic.

At this time, the maid on duty had already lit the candles, the palace candles were rustling and bright, the attic was brightly lit, the ground paved with sapphire strips, the light could be seen, and the shadows of people were flickering.

"I've met the prince, Your Highness the eldest princess."

Ten or twenty beautiful court ladies dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with cloud buns on their arms, and gold hairpins on their heads, bowed and bowed to salute. Rushuang, or charming and affectionate, or delicate and cute, or pure and peaceful.

Even some daring palace maids raised their heads and cast a pair of affectionate, compassionate, or begging gazes at Su Zhao, secretly sending them glances.

In terms of beauty, some of them are not as beautiful as the country, but they are more than enough to make their debut in later generations.

This is the nobility of princes!
This scene naturally caused Su Zijin's personal maid, Shao Yao, to snort coldly.

Strange to say, unlike Concubine Hua, Wei Xiangge didn't respond to these court ladies.

Su Zhao looked at the court ladies holding pipa, flute, zither and other musical instruments, and asked, "Your palace servants from the Tai Le Department... Where is Tai Le Ling?"

All ceremonies and sacrifices in a country require music and dance, so princes and princes will support such a group of people.

At this time, from the queue of these court ladies, a young woman with a rich forehead and a large amount of flowers slowly walked out, aged 25 or [-] years old.

His shoulders are shaved and his waist is plain. He is wearing a pink palace dress and a lower white tube top, revealing a touch of white and greasy skin. The white jade is flawless. With the full moon in his hands, his makeup is even more delicate and charming. There is a gentle and charming charm flowing in the room, with a plump figure, like a ripe peach, stepped forward, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, my servant Liu Qingyu is the new Tai Le Ling, the former Tai Le Ling Nian He died of illness before, and the maidservant is his junior sister, who was recommended by him to enter the palace."

At this time, in fact, it is around seven or eight o'clock in the evening in later generations, the night is not dark, and the lights are already on.

(End of this chapter)