Married to the little wolf dog who had a crush on me after rebirth

At this moment, he heard the sound of the person walking towards him stepping on the nanmu steps of the platform, and getting closer and closer to him.

He could even clearly hear the subtle noises of the official robe being pulled by the visitor as he walked.

He has come close to himself!

Shen Linghan suddenly opened her eyes, seeing the person she was looking forward to so much, Shen Linghan suppressed the excitement in her heart, when Liu Ming bent over to pick up the incense burner that fell on the ground.

He handed the note that was tightly held in the palm of his hand, under the cover of the brocade curtain under the desk, to Liu Ming who was leaning over to pick up the incense burner beside him.

Liu Ming took the note from Shen Linghan's hand away without a trace, and held it firmly in his palm.

Afterwards, he placed the incense burner, bowed his hands to Shen Linghan and gave a very normal farewell ceremony, and left.

After the ministers in the Golden Luan Hall left one after another, Shen Linghan looked at the empty and lonely Golden Luan Hall for a while, then got up and left.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet has arrived.

In the palace, there are lanterns and festoons everywhere, red silk is flying, and red lanterns are hung on the cornices of the palace to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is prosperous and beautiful.

At this moment, Shen Linghan was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror who was dressed in gold-rimmed white clothes.

In her previous life, she wore this dress to the palace banquet.

Shen Linghan slowly closed her eyes, and the blood that flowed from the corner of Yanshang Ke's mouth after being poisoned that day appeared in her mind. When it dripped on his robe, it smudged the blossoming plum blossoms that looked like blooming in the white snow. , glaring and desolate.

Shen Linghan opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, Shen Linghan, you like to wear red, but it shouldn't be dyed red with Yan Shangke's blood.

After getting ready, Shen Linghan drove to the Hall of Zhenghe in a palanquin.

When they arrived in front of Zhenghe Hall, the eunuch came to help Shen Linghan get off the sedan chair.

The vermilion and gold gate of Zhenghe Hall is open.

Its interior decoration is extremely luxurious, with a golden roof, sandalwood beams, luminous pearl palace lanterns, and white jade floors.

At this moment, when the ministers who were chatting saw Shen Linghan approaching, they fell silent and saluted Shen Linghan together.

Xiao Jinrong always did things in a seamless manner, even though Xiao Jinrong was regarded as the emperor in the eyes of all the ministers early on, and they had already contemptuous of him, it still gave him a feeling of being valued.

So much so that at the last moment he was given a destructive blow, and he was thrown from heaven into the abyss, suffering extreme pain, and slowly dying in despair.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn State Banquet, so there is no need for all lovers to be formal." Shen Linghan said lightly.

"Thank you Lord Long En." All the ministers bowed and thanked.

Shen Linghan started to step into the banquet hall, and when she glanced to see where Xiao Jinrong was, she caught a glimpse of the figure in the corner and her heart palpited suddenly.

He almost lost his footing, and his face paled in an instant.

Shen Linghan forced herself to calm down, and after searching around without seeing Xiao Jinrong, she restrained her steps, with a calm posture, walked casually, chatted with the ministers around her, and finally walked to the corner The figure in the movie is approaching.

Banquet merchant Ke rarely wore a crescent white brocade robe with wide sleeves, the collar and cuffs of the brocade robe were embroidered with bamboo leaf pattern piping, his obsidian-like black hair was tied up and he wore a small silver crown inlaid with jade. The hair flowed around the waist like exquisite satin.

The face has not yet grown into a youthful character, and there is a touch of youthfulness.

Elegant and unremarkable, it is like a banished fairy boy who came out of a painting.

At this moment, Yan Shangke was leaning against the wall, holding a gold-painted wine cup in his hand, and a pair of clear eyes that were as clear as the vast stars were looking at Shen Linghan without blinking.