When the lights were first on, the palace banquet was held in the Jiangxue Pavilion, the favorite of Emperor Dazhou. This palace banquet was one of the biggest events in the past decade. The Great Zhou Dynasty has been in good weather and the country's fortunes are booming. This turmoil in the northwest is a complete emergencies.

It was precisely because of the Great Zhou Dynasty that the soldiers and generals were slacking off, which allowed the enemy troops in the northwest to take advantage of loopholes, destroy three cities in a row, massacred tens of thousands of people in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and fulfilled the name of the Seventh Prince God of War.

An Jiu looked up at Murong Xiu who was walking in front of him, with his back facing her, and holding the eldest princess.

This man was very civil and martial, and was deeply supported by the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty and most officials in the court. If it weren't for the poisoning of his legs, he could not stand up and would have lost the qualification to inherit the throne forever. She thought that Murong Yu would definitely not be able to fight for him.

According to Li Chou, in Yucheng that time, he was careless because of a deputy general who was usually treated as a good brother and suddenly betrayed. He was seriously injured by a poisonous arrow piercing his thigh.

Later, it was found that the man was a meticulous work and had been lurking beside Murong Xiu for nearly ten years.

After successfully stabbing Murong Xiu, the slightest worker committed suicide by taking poison before they could catch him and question him.

So far, no one has found out who is the mastermind.

An Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly. Could the person who arranged the detailed work beside Murong Xiu?

Or the Emperor of Great Zhou, Concubine Shu...or maybe they are not, they are just dead soldiers sent by the enemy country to the Great Zhou undercover?

Jiangxue Pavilion is built on a small island in the middle of the lotus pond not far from the Imperial Garden.

Jiangxue Pavilion was built by Emperor Dazhou for the seventh prince's mother, Concubine Wan. In order to cater to Concubine Wan's preferences, Emperor Dazhou also planted various varieties of peonies sent from all over the country near Jiangxue Pavilion.

Now is a good time for peonies and lotus flowers in the pond to bloom, so it is a good idea to choose to hold a celebration banquet here. However, for some reason, An Jiu did not see much happiness on the slightly tight back of the man in front of him. Instead, there was a faint sadness lingering on him.

"I have seen His Highness the Princess, His Highness the Princess, Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years and Thousand Years

"I have seen His Highness the Seventh Prince, His Highness the Seventh Prince, and His Highness the Seventh Prince, and Thousand Years."

The sound of kneeling rituals from civil and military officials and family members among the ministers came from the front.

An Jiu walked behind Murong Xiu, his small body covered his figure by his broad back, which gave her some free time to avoid attracting others' attention.

I even have time to see the strange flowers and plants placed around the Jiangxue Pavilion Hall.

Hearing the sound of the eldest princess asking everyone to calm down and the eunuch came forward to invite the seventh prince to take her seat, An Jiu didn't even care. She was just attracted by a pot of rare flowers placed in an inconspicuous corner in the hall and a small natural color cabinet.

It seems that the banquet tonight is very lively, and good shows will come one after another.

There was a large wall of humans in front of me, and I suddenly felt that all the eyes in the hall were on me.

After An Jiu realized it, he felt that the eldest princess had already sat in her position, smiling at her and Murong Xiu who had already reached out to her.

"Let's go."

His voice was extremely magnetic, and it sounded particularly nice in An Jiu's ears.

Somehow, she was a little at a loss, and all of her mind was filled with memories of the person in front of her in the past life. There were not many, only a few sides.

But for some reason it's very clear.

The joking gaze sitting in a high position, smiling as she hugged behind the old lady, not daring to expose herself to the big shot.

He was pushed by Wang Xu in a wheelchair and walked on the colorful streets of Kyoto, but he was holding a ghostly mask in his hand, not smiling, and was surrounded by many children and told battlefield stories.

That picture was extremely cold and without any warmth. No one could cover his face, but when he saw himself hiding in front of the wonton stall, he would smile the most sincerely and gesture to himself as a fat pig.

That time, she and the man in front of her stared at each other without any signs because of the belonging of a bowl of wontons.

Then she packed two bowls of wontons angrily and prepared to return to the Marquis' Mansion of Anjun.

However, just when she turned around and wanted to return to the Anjun Marquis' Mansion, the number one devil in the Great Zhou in front of her waved her hand and bought the entire wonton stall. She also threatened that he would pay the bill for the poor people in Kyoto to come to eat, but she would only ask for money to bring her own money.

The reason is that she is the eldest lady of the Marquis of Anjun and is not short of money.

Since then, everyone in Kyoto has known her, the eldest lady of Anjun Hou Mansion who is not short of money, and the seventh prince of the Great Zhou who is not short of money.

"Let's go, it's cold outside, be careful not to freeze."

Suddenly there was a crimson purple cloak on his body, and he had approached to tie it up for her.

She was held in a daze, and in the eyes of everyone, she was pulled step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step.

Her little hands were wrapped in his calloused big hands, and a lot of thin sweat emerged from her palms.

It was hard to tell whether it was his or her heat source. It climbed up the two of them along the blood, dyeing her entire little face and his ears red.

Wherever she saw the person who once said he wanted to give her a warm home. The man had also said that he would give her the best, and would lead her step by step to finish his life and the next life.

However, ironically, that man, let alone holding her for the rest of his life, was that life. She assisted the man for ten years and was his fiancee and staff officer for ten years. Except for the New Year, he would send a few gadgets to her yard as gifts, and never wrote her a letter to her between men and women, nor did he hold her hand and take her to see any scenery in this world.

A soft and numb voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Big sister, you are the seat where the prince is. You might as well sit next to me."

An Jiu turned around and looked at the voice. It was An Linghua. She was staring at the hands that were still holding each other with disbelief.

Seeing the heartbreak and jealousy in her eyes, she only felt funny.

It seems like I saw the clowns standing on the stage and trying their best to please the audience.

An Jiu sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth. She suddenly boldly held Murong Xiu's hand and turned back coldly, "I'm afraid that it's not a mistake. I was given by the Seventh Prince openly and honestly, and I have not passed the imperial concubine."
Chapter completed!