Green tea sick beauty after whitening

It wasn't until seeing this back that Qi Hui realized so clearly that he was reborn.

All mistakes have not yet begun, and he still has a chance to save!

Probably because the emotions were too intense, Qi Hui felt an unspeakable colic in his heart, but his hands clenched even tighter.

This sense of hope for survival from a desperate situation made him feel that all he wanted in his life was here.

He held his breath and watched the young man turn around and raise his eyes, his brows and eyes were like spring flowers and bright moon, but it was not him.

The hope that had just risen was instantly shattered.

Qi Hui let go of his hand in a daze, watched the other party bow to him, and said indifferently: "Chen Qu Chang, I have seen His Royal Highness."

Qu Chang negative, he had heard of this person before, he was Qu Xiao's sick son.

There are all kinds of rumors in Beijing, Qi Hui never took it to heart, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a good appearance.

But for him, he no longer has the mood of admiring his appearance. Qu Zhang and Le Youxia do have some similarities in temperament, but Le Youxia just has an ordinary appearance, far inferior to the person in front of him.

What's more, Qu Changluo is just a sick and weak young man who was raised in the mansion since he was a child. Le Youxia's means, knowledge, and courage should not belong to him.

At this moment, Qu Xiao, who was seated next to him, also got up and walked over. He also saluted Qi Hui, protecting his son intentionally or not, and asked, "Your Highness, I wonder if my son has offended you in any way? I apologize to Your Highness on his behalf. "

Qi Hui realized that he had admitted the wrong person, even if this was still a peerless beauty, he was instantly lost and had no interest in continuing to chat.

He raised his hand and reluctantly said: "Qu Xiang doesn't have to be like this, Gu has never met the eldest son before, and I lost my composure when I met him for the first time today. Don't blame the two of you."

After Qi Hui finished speaking, he went to his seat. The three words "Le Youxia" were like an incurable scar, and a slight movement was enough to hurt the heart.

He picked up the wine bottle in front of his seat and drank it, and unconsciously recalled the scene when the two first met.

At that time, he was suspected by his father and the situation was not good, and it was the emperor's birthday, so he considered and planned to present a calligraphy and painting as a birthday gift to show his ambition.

The guard came to report that someone was seeking an audience outside the mansion, saying that he was pregnant with a peerless soldier and would like to dedicate it to the prince.

That was the first time he and Le Youxia met. This man was dressed in white, thin and lonely, but his hands were empty.

He then asked, "Where is the peerless soldier you mentioned?"

"It's in front of His Highness."

He raised his eyebrows, somewhat contemptuously and somewhat ridiculed: "You?"

"Yes." Le Youxia said calmly, "His Highness is trapped in the net, and I can break the chaos."

"You are redundant." Qi Hui picked up the pen in his hand, sketched a few strokes on the lotus picture in front of him, and said casually, "Thunder, rain and dew are all the blessings of God. I accept it calmly, where is the predicament?"

Le Youxia glanced at his painting, and his tone was even more mocking than his: "Your Highness, what is the crime if people have desires? It is too hypocritical to insist on a calm and peaceful posture in a high position."

He raised his lips slightly, and there was frost in his smile, provocative and teasing:

"The lotus comes out of silt but not stained. Your Highness wants to present the emperor with a lotus picture to show that you have no desires or desires. But I am afraid that if you look into people's eyes, only silt will remain."

Qi Hui drew the wrong place with one stroke, and he almost laughed angrily, and threw the brush: "You dare to say it!"

"nature."

Le Youxia was very frank: "For example, I came to help Your Highness, not because you are good-natured, smart, and not loyal, but because of fame and fortune. But it is the most trustworthy reason to have a plan, so Grassmen are direct and bold."

"The most trustworthy thing is the truth?"

"Whether it's true or not, why not give it a try? Or...Your Highness, don't you dare?"

The anger in Qi Hui's heart somehow turned into a joke.

He originally wanted to say that your aggressive tactics are not very good, but looking at the other party's obviously not very outstanding face, he couldn't say anything to refute.

Not smart, but effective.

He accepted this self-recommended "celebrity soldier", and he has endured many heart-rending words of cynicism and sarcasm over the years.

Le Youxia is really talented, resourceful and resourceful, but no matter who he is facing, he always looks like he is full of cold words, and he doesn't say anything nice.

Qi Hui had pretended to be him and feared him all these years, until he died, he didn't see through this person.

It was not until his death that Qi Hui realized that everything Le Youxia said was true, especially when he said he was false.

Obviously falling in love, but don't know, so worry about gain and loss, cherish it, and think that I am guarding against suspicion.

What a fool he is!

But now it is different after all, when he opened his eyes, he was back to 22 years old, logically, in a few days, it would be the day when Le Youxia recommended himself.

Thinking of this, Qi Hui felt that the ice thorn stuck in his chest was slowly melting.

This time, he knew what he really wanted.

He must hold on tight.

Qi Hui's gaffe did not arouse too many people's suspicions, after all, the other guests were shocked and astonished by Qu Changcheng's rare appearance.

Seeing that the prince didn't say anything, Qu Xiao patted his son's shoulder and said briefly: "Go back to your seat, don't worry."

Qu Changcheng looked in Qi Hui's direction thoughtfully, then looked away, bowed to his father, and sat in his proper place.

For a person who has always lived in legends, suddenly attending the banquet in public is enough to attract attention, especially Qu Changying's appearance is really too beautiful.

As soon as he sat down, countless eyes glanced at him, openly or secretly, with probing and curiosity. Of course, some of them had malicious intentions.

Since the beginning of the Ying Dynasty, the rulers have been recruiting talents widely. Scientific examinations, recommendation and favor go hand in hand. complex.

Fighting between several factions is not much more respectable than a shrew cursing the street.

Even the concubine of any family who brought a golden hairpin, and whoever let his wife carry a rolling pin to the study room last night can be used as a target for attack, not to mention the situation of Qu Zhang.

Sitting next to Qu Chang is Li Yan, the eldest son of the Minister of the Household Department.

Recently, the Ministry of Household Affairs has disagreed with Prime Minister Qu because of some financial matters, and the two sides can be regarded as enemies.

When Qu Chang negative just showed up, Li Yan had already discussed with a few friends around him that he should make things difficult for this weak-looking young man of the Xiangfu.

Several people had already winked and waited for Qu Changlong to sit down before starting to attack.

As a result, Qu Changlu came over, didn't look at them, let the waiters spread cushions on the chairs, poured hot tea, the maid took the pre-banquet snacks, and bowed to serve them.

Picking up his chopsticks, Qu Chang took some snacks and ate them. After taking half a sip of the tea, he put down the quilt and signaled, "Change the wine, it should be lukewarm."

The little maid hurriedly took orders and left.

Li Yan and the others are also sons of the official family, usually well-clothed and well-fed, but this is the first time they have seen someone present at a palace banquet in such a manner.

The movements of Qu Changlong are unhurried, but surprisingly graceful and noble, which makes people think that all kinds of attentive service should be used on him, so it is not hypocritical at all.

Li Yan held a wine glass in his hand and looked at him, originally looking for an opportunity to intervene, but he suddenly found that from the side, Qu Chang's eyelashes were very long.

Especially when his eyes are drooping and lifting, there will be light spots jumping between the eyelashes, it suddenly seems like a dream, it is very moving.

Li Yan unconsciously stared blankly.

Until there was a pain in the thigh, but it was pinched by Prince Anding next to him.

"Hey, don't you want to make things difficult for him? Talk!"

Li Yan was shocked, and then he realized that his gaffe just now was very embarrassing, and he coughed lightly to "make things difficult".

At this moment, Qu Chang negative raised his head, just in time to meet Li Yan's gaze.

His face was very pale, with a sickness between his brows, but because of his gorgeous and cold face, this sickness not only did not make his face look gloomy, but added a bit of unspeakable charm.

Reminiscent of autumn water under the setting sun, bright, melancholy and desolate.

Li Yan felt his breath stagnate.

Qu Chang said: "Young Master Li."

He smiled: "Haven't you thought about it yet?"

Li Yan was startled: "What do you think?"

Qu Zhangcheng said slowly: "It's interesting to think about how to make things difficult for me, because I don't have a long life and I'm still a sick waste."

Li Yan retorted subconsciously: "Young Master Qu is overthinking, how could I—"

As for why he thought this way, he really thought so, so Li Yan said awkwardly, "I just want to chat with the young master for a few words."

Qu Changchen murmured: "Impossible, my father has had several disputes with Li Shangshu, would Mr. Li want to make friends with me?"

Li Yan: "..."

What he wanted to say was guessed in advance, but he couldn't say a single word.

Amidst the embarrassment, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

——He knew very well in his heart how others would treat him.

How could he be so transparent if he hadn't experienced this kind of thing a lot?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qu Zhangcheng sighed: "Forget it, I'm used to it. Have a drink."

As soon as he raised his hand, the court lady respectfully handed the retrieved jug into Qu Changnegative's hand, Qu Changnegative poured a glass for each of them, said "please", and drank his own glass of wine in one gulp.

When he was pouring the wine, his sleeve brushed against the back of Li Yan's hand, and it felt cool.

The wine stirred up ripples in the cup, and his heart also rippled.

People in the world are vulgar, and they always like to listen to one side and believe it on the other. They actually described such a person with elegant behavior and open mind as what they heard in the rumors.

The three words "get used to it" express how many grievances that have not been expressed to others. Given the other party's family background and appearance, he could have been more self-willed, but he chose to be so humble and kind.

Li Yan was very guilty. He found that he couldn't make things difficult for such a person.

Li Yandao: "Qu——"

"Brother Qu Xian, don't think so!"

The words of apology were cut off by Shen He, the eldest son of Uncle Anding next to him. This guy was distressed and moved, as if he wasn't the one who pinched his thigh just now.

Li Yan was dumbfounded, watching Shen He propped his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly, and eagerly said to Qu Chang:

"Mr. Li just misunderstood you for a while. I apologize on his behalf. I also hope Brother Qu Xian will not take it to heart. In fact, we really hope to make friends with you!"

Li Yan: "..."

Look, the "virtuous younger brother" has been used. Is that Shen He who is urging him to find fault is a hallucination? !

Qu Chang negatively smiled.

His smile is like a wisp of cloud that happens to separate and reunite in the sky, neither smiling nor laughing.

It's just that the corners of the lips are extremely shallow and extremely quick, and it seems that there is also an indescribable sloppy indifference in the following words.

"Thanks to Shen Shizi's kindness, it is a great honor to know all the talented and talented people."

But for Qu Changnegative, it is very rare to have such a smile.

Li Yan stared wide-eyed, watching the two communicate.

It's all agreed, and I have become a villain!

He was so aggrieved that he couldn't speak for a moment, and suddenly remembered what his wife often said by pointing to his nose when his wives and concubines were vying for favor at home——

"You blind enemy! Don't think she is innocent just because of her tears. You little bitch is just pretending!"

Shen Shizi, you little bitch!

Qu Changshou just wanted to amuse them, sipping the warm wine in the cup slowly.

At this time in the last life, he was so ill that he couldn't even get out of bed. Princess Qingchang must have never thought that he would show up today and overthrow those half-truths and half-false rumors.

But this is not the purpose of Qu Chang negative coming to the palace banquet.

If you don't want to die with regrets after rebirth, you must work hard to climb up to the highest position you can reach.

He needs power and needs everyone to know him again.

The best shortcut is... to get the emperor's attention directly.

While planning, the protagonist of today's banquet finally arrived.

Following the eunuch's singing, King Jing Qianjiang stepped into the hall.

Most of the male guests present have seen this legendary figure in the daytime, but the wives and ladies of the various families have never seen it.

Everyone heard the announcement and looked at it one after another.

Looking at it, he realized that Princess Minghe called him a Confucian general before, and he was really right.

His Royal Highness King Jing has handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and he is as self-cultivating as jade. If a literati is like the moonlight on a spring night, and a warrior is like a cold mountain in snow, then he is not only like a gentle and flowing light, elegant and romantic, but also like a steep mountain range, cold and fierce, With a rich spirit of culture and martial arts, people can't help holding their breath and concentrating on it, feeling ashamed of themselves.

But what's strange is that this man is distinguished and favored, and his talents are so outstanding. If others can live up to his position, they will probably wake up laughing from their dreams, but there is a gloomy look on King Jing's brows. color.

Even in such a lively place, he is still full of loneliness.

He was wearing a white robe, and just to avoid taboos in the palace, he embellished some very plain patterns on the cuffs of his clothes, and entered the palace without hesitation.