King's glory: dear Angela

"because of love?"

Bian Que snorted softly and stepped down the steps.If hate is all because of love, how much does he have to love him?

Seeing that his mood was getting low, Angela stopped talking.

After stopping for a while, Bian Que walked towards Angela.

"I heard that Zhao Yun has come to Chang'an."

Bian Que took a deep breath, trying to drive away the previous frustration.

"What! Zhao Yun?"

"I heard that they are envoys sent by the Kingdom of Shu. I don't know about discussing state affairs."

"By the way, there is a banquet tonight at Di Renjie's residence, are you going?"

"Of course...but shouldn't this be a state banquet? Why is it not in the imperial city but the prime minister's mansion?"

Angela was holding the book, her interest was high.

"Who knows, the empress loves to hold banquets at the prime minister's residence."

"I have something else to do, I'll go first."

"Ah."

Angela nodded and sat down, lying on the wooden table, tapping her fingers slowly.

Zhao Yun, that handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know how he and Han Xin are doing.

Thinking about it can't help but recall many past events.

But at this moment, in a certain corner of Bian Que's mansion, the owner is lingering with a touch of green.

It was the evening when Angela saw Zhao Yun again, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was full of singing and dancing, which was very lively.

Han Xin still crossed his legs and held his head, admiring the beauty of the palace. Li Yuanfang was probably the busiest, taking care of all the big and small things and receiving guests.

"Thank you, little mouse."

An Qi stretched out her hand to greet Li Yuanfang.

Zhao Yun stood at the guardrail on the second floor and smiled slightly. It seemed that Bian Que had brought the words.

Angela, do you ever miss Zilong?

Zhao Yun leaned against the building pillars, his gaze blurred and crisscrossed, passing Angela's figure over and over again.

"Emperor Wu will be here tonight, be on guard!!!"

Li Yuanfang gave orders to the soldiers and guards.

Angela followed behind Bian Que. Today, she took off her princess dress and headband, and put on an oriental dress.She was wearing a floor-to-ceiling gauze dress, half of her soft long hair was tied up and half was draped behind her back, and she was surrounded by amazing gazes from time to time.

Bian Que said that this would look solemn and would not attract too much attention.

He also told her not to be as reckless as before tonight, after all, it was a small state banquet.

"The empress has not arrived yet, let's go upstairs to drink tea first."

Bian Que patted Angela and walked towards the escalator.

"No... Bian Que, why can we sit together at this kind of state banquet?"

"Because the empress and we are also classmates."

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The Empress is really close to the people, Angela thought to herself.

"But after dinner later, irrelevant people have to leave, such as the two of us."

"That's right...and him."

Bian Que pointed to Han Xin by the window of the pavilion.

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"Holy shit, long time no see, the little witch is taking the lady route?"

Han Xin jumped over the balustrade of the window and fell back onto the soft chair.

"Long time no see, jump."

Angela waved at Han Xin, smiling like a flower.

Zhao Yun turned around in the corridor outside the window, his eyes burning through the tulle curtain.

Bian Que sat down. In the far corner, wisps of the setting sun projected in through the window. There were butterflies dancing around a touch of green, and the owner was dozing off with his head buried.

What a beautiful day.

Zhao Yun came in through the door, with a long-lost smile on his face, so warm.

Angela was a little stunned. If Li Bai didn't exist, Zhao Yun would probably be the most beautiful person in the world.The most important thing is that there is a relationship between them, almost a family relationship.

She once thought of many ways to repay him, but was rejected in the end.

"Zhao Yun."

With joy on her face, Angela stepped forward to give her a bear hug.

"Stupid girl with no image."

Zhao Yun murmured in a low voice, stroking Angela's soft hair with a doting look on his face.

"Ehhhh!!!"

"Angela, you are enough!!!"

Angela let go of Zhao Yun's embrace with a smile, looked at the childish Han Xin, and handed him a cup of tea.

"Okay, your people can't hug without permission."

Han Xin just took the tea and tasted it with satisfaction.

On the glass table pressed with gray printing, there are many unnamed flowers, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the entire pavilion.

Zhao Yun recalled the previous body temperature. This was the first time Angela took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, but he knew how much heartache he had experienced in this embrace.

And his heartache...

"Angela, come and talk about your business."

Han Xin's voice interrupted Zhao Yun's thoughts.

The evening passed quickly amidst pleasantries, and the lights of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion were brightened up in an instant.The officials and emissaries of the imperial city probably brought their wives and relatives, and the number of people gradually increased.

Downstairs is a spacious and magnificent courtyard. Up to the gate of the mansion, there is a long carpet. Rows of guards are neatly dressed, and metal carved figures stand on both sides of the courtyard, like ancient guardians.

Li Yuanfang was sweating profusely and ran to Di Renjie, leaned over and saluted.

"Report to Master Di, everything is ready."

"Oh... Are you tired?"

Di Renjie put his hands behind his back and looked down at his soft ears.

"No...not tired, the empress is coming soon, please go to the hall to prepare for the ceremony."

Di Renjie nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go."

"Uh...then?"

Angela pointed to the teenager who was still asleep in the corner.

"Leave him alone, he doesn't sleep enough."

Bian Que said with a blank face.

Angela shrugged, and followed Zhao Yun and the others downstairs.