Chapter 27 Yichun Elegant Collection The First Clues 4

"Qingshuang has met the princess."

Qingshuang bowed to him, with a timid look in her eyes and a bit of a girlish shyness.

The flower boat was still full of heat and still not yet resting. Chu Shou put his elbows on the railing and leaned firmly on his back. Looking at the beauty in front of him, his mood was so comfortable.

He swayed half a bottle of white porcelain wine bottle and nodded gently. The wine occasionally splashed out and dripped on the rose petals flying onto the terrace, like dewdrops rolling.

Qingshuang, as its name suggests, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry beak, peach blossom eyes, palm face, and nose bridge. This looks really stand out. When you smile, you are like the spring breeze blowing on your face, warm and refreshing. When you have a cold face, you will be separated and cold. You will be as cold as the flowers in the fog and look at the moon in the water. When you touch it with your own hands, you will dream of it. It should be like the moon in the sky. It is as bright as the stars and deeper than the night. When you look down, you can only look at her in the water. When you hold it down, you will be like the bird in the cage of a vulgar guest.

She stood up and smiled, turned around and sat back behind the curtain hanging from the roof of the room to the ground. There was a piano there, probably the peerless guqin - the lingering beam.

Thirteen Niang's eyes followed her footsteps, and said with appreciation and satisfaction: "Qingshuang, why not play the piano for the princess quickly..."

Chu Shou's lips bent slightly, he shook his head and raised his hand, and said, "No need, it's enough to see the girl's face today, so I'll listen to the song next time."

Qingshuang put down her raised hand again, sat there quietly, lowering her eyebrows, without any joy or sorrow.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man stepped into the room, the painter on the boat.

Qingshuang sat firmly. Seeing Luo Qi coming with a painting, she looked as if she had been properly mounted. She immediately tidied up her skirt, stood up gracefully, brushed the veil gently, and said in her eyes a little surprised, and said with a sweet voice: "Your Highness, has the painting been framed?"

Luo Qi had a smile in his eyes, and the scroll was held behind him, nodding slightly at Qingshuang.

Thirteen Niang looked closely and immediately greeted her with a smile. Before he could ask him to sit down, she pulled him towards Chu Shou. The sorrow that had just passed was wiped out and said, "My Thirteen Niang has seen countless people, and her temperament and temperament must be seen clearly than others. When she saw the prince, she remembered the princess, and always thought that one day, she would definitely lead a thread to build a bridge. You and the prince would definitely have similar interests."

"I've seen Linzhou before, and the third prince said so too." Luo Qi's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes looked at Chu Shou's heavy eyes.

Chu Shou stood up, nodded and raised his hand to pay tribute. She was a princess from other surnames, and it was not her turn. The prince was a Central South Protoko, but he was adopted by King Xing seriously. Logically speaking, he should have paid tribute.

Seeing this, Luo Qi laughed softly. Although he was the prince, he was just a hostage to a small country affiliated with Central and Southern China. None of the people in Kyoto City were as polite as her.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the half-closed door. Many people put down their affairs and hurried out from the compartment. When they passed by, they heard excited voices: "I heard that the Censor of the Censorate who had just arrived in Kyoto also came to Yaji!"

"Someone actually invited Lord Song?"

"Who can invite it? Who dares to invite it?"

"Go and have a look!"

Originally, the men and women of Kyoto were curious about this Censor who only saw the name but did not see the person. They said that the Censorate acted ruthlessly and decisively and decisively. There were many extremely sinister people locked up in the dungeon under the Censorate Tower, and each of them had extraordinary identities. I heard that there were often wailing in the middle of the night, which was more cautious than the water demon haunted many years ago. But the two Shen and Mu who often showed up were kind-hearted, especially the Lord Shen, who was the most approachable. He was the one who saw people, and he was good to everyone. All the responsibilities of the Censorate were: the orders of my Lord.

All the people speculated that the Censor of the City must be a vicious and vicious old man with scars on his face, but he was a fair and innocent young man next door who was about the same age as everyone else. Song Yanqing was pulled from one altar to another by everyone. The whine in the midnight night of the Censorate Dungeon became the proof of the impartial law enforcement and justice...

This Ya Ji was originally organized for children of Kyoto's age. Do you understand what it means to be a good age? No matter whether he is a vicious god or a Shuiyue Bodhisattva, as long as he is an age-appropriate, he will be handed over to the Ya Ji, and when he arrives at Ya Ji, he will be the young master next door, the lady next door... the scholar next door... the Ya Ji next door.

Chu Shou turned his head and looked outside, complaining inwardly that she didn't hand over her post. The man said so sadly, but turned around and took someone else's post...

Song Yanqing... You'd better have something to do, otherwise, no matter what kind of life you have, she will definitely not give in.

Seeing that Chu Shou's thoughts were floating outside the door, Luo Qi lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and knew it in his heart, and called out softly: "Princess?"

Chu Shou then retracted his gaze, received Thirteen Niang's eyes, smiled and nodded slightly, and said, "I won't disturb the prince."

As she stepped forward, Luo Qi reached out to stop her and grabbed her wrist tightly. She lowered her head and looked at the clear hand. A hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but her face was smiling gently. The two of them had their eyes intersected, but they refused to give in to each other, "Is this the prince?"

Luo Qi looked at her with a smile, and joked: "Everyone in Kyoto said that I should meet you too late. Now I really met you, but the princess repeatedly refused for the same person..."

Thirteen Niang laughed dryly and quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, let me do this kind of work that is crowded in front of others..."

After saying that, Thirteen Niang immediately put down the wine bottle, twisted the veil and greeted: "Qingshuang, take your piano and go to the opposite room."

After Qingshuang heard this, Subai picked up the delicate little bronze mirror in her hand, placed it on her face and took a photo. She then drew her eyebrows a few times from the dull green Shi Dai, pursed her lips, and then satisfied. She raised her hand and picked up the guqin and bid farewell to the two people in the room.

Listening to the discussions outside one after another, Chu Shou calmed down his mind again. She smiled at Luo Qi, her eyebrows were curved but her heart was not seen, and said, "If the prince really had a temperament that was merciless, it would be better not to meet him."

Luo Qi's eyebrows were circulating, and the red eyebrows became more and more vivid. His eyebrows were deeply contoured, his eyes were deeper, and he approached two steps and replied: "For the sake of a Censor who had just come to Kyoto, can the princess have to put down such harsh words?"

Chu Shou sneered as if he had heard something funny, then raised his tightly held hand, shook it in front of Luo Qi's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were flowing, as if he was saying: This is what you forced me...

Luo Qi lowered his head and smiled slightly, then he realized his rudeness. Looking at Chu Shou, he slowly let go of his hand, raised his eyes and turned sideways, put his hand behind his back, and bowed slightly, saying, "Please."

Chu Shou looked at him, and without taking any more time, he pushed open the door and stepped out. What came towards him was a thudding sound from the opposite side. Suddenly, Qingyi, with a gentle singing style, walked out of the back curtain with a gentle sleeve. No one was watching the show. Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and then skillfully sang in a silence.

The protagonist of this elegant drama is no longer an old man from Kyoto City from the moment Song Yanqing stepped into Yichun.

Thirteen Niang went downstairs briskly with her foot strength she had trained from her years of ethics, and immediately met her with respect and carefulness in her eyes: "I don't know if the Censor of the Duke is here to visit, I'm not welcome."

Her voice was loud and she would not let Qingyi on the stage.

Chu Shou leaned against the railing and looked down at the bottom of the building. Yichun was not high, only one or two floors. Her place was the best place to watch the show. There were tables and square chairs behind it, cushions, pine and cypress potted plants, and tea and desserts.

Luo Qi also walked out, leaned against the pillar beside the side, wrapped his arms around his chest, and looked down without any trace. He glanced quietly and said angrily: "Mr. Du Jing is here to have fun with the people. Look at this outfit, it looks like..."

"The Heavenly Official...is the Heavenly Official."

Luo Qi was a little surprised, surprised that Chu Shou would answer his words, but when he looked over, Chu Shou's eyes that were radiating from the man below made him clench his fists. What's going on with this proud expression of a girl who had just grown up in my family?

Song Yanqing followed Chen Yike, and they were similar. Chu Shou was a little confused. Will Tianguan grow older when he was aged?

In fact, they originally received a post from Wu Zhuo, a newly promoted official of the Ministry of Justice, and were coming.

But after drinking the bowl of Huan Shen San in the morning, I was in a bad mood. I originally wanted to shirk it, but things suddenly turned around and swallowed the remaining antidote given by Chu Shou. I came to Yichunju by car and missed the flower boat. It was a pity.

Song Yanqing dressed quite festively today. I don’t know if he chose a character or just dressed up on his usual occasions.

Others don’t know what the Tianguan dressed in this strange book, but Chu Shou knew it clearly, and it was not a small biography passed down by his ancestors. It was just that she imagined Song Yanqing’s face. At least before she didn’t know the truth, Tianguan was always the image of a god who fell into the mortal world in her heart. The god in the sky was not in charge of affairs, and one of them fell down after finally falling down. He didn’t hurriedly grasp it firmly to bless her to prosper, prosper wealth, longevity, and eternal youth...

Well, Chu Shou looked at the back and strengthened his determination. This is what Tianguan should do. He was dressed in red, black-haired robe with a golden crown, and the linen became whiter. His arms were wrapped with black wristbands with golden silk. His waist was trimmed with black belt, his hair was tied high, hanging behind his head. The golden crown was finely carved and inlaid with bright white jade. The red brocade rope around his waist was hanging at the hem of the clothes. As soon as the black boots were moved, the few wooden beads at the bottom of the brocade rope would shake. His whole life was full of vitality, and his body was filled with the unique hope and...love.

"Princess, this book is your book. Why don't you guess what I dress up?" Luo Qi raised his hand and poked Chu Shou, calling her back to her senses. He stood up and waited for her to read.

Although Chu Shou impatiently grabbed the railing and turned around, his mood improved a lot. She looked up and down a few times, touched her chin and said, "Red dots, white clothes, white feathered black hairpin, the crane immortal in the Hundred Demons's Collection?"

Luo Qi smiled and shook his head, signaling her to guess again.

Chu Shou turned his mind firmly: "Impossible! I have read the Antonyms a hundred times, and there is no other possibility except the He Xianren."

Luo Qi smiled evilly and found out the answer, "I am pretending to be Qian Jiyu, your ancestor."

Chu Shou took a deep breath, patted his hands, and suddenly realized, "Hiss... That's right, I didn't say I won't let the author pretend to be."

Seeing that she didn't mention the burden of the ancestor he threw off, Luo Qi had no choice but to smile helplessly and stop doing useless efforts to attract her attention. Instead, he followed her on the railing and looked at the people below, especially the one next to the two in the middle.

Apart from Song Yanqing and Shen Yike, there were also beautifully dressed women beside them, such as Gao Zhishui, the daughter of Gao Yan, the Minister of Works.

At every such gathering, she always has the ability to take the lead among many noble girls, and today is no exception.

Not to mention her exquisite dress, even if she could come to the fair with Lord Du Jing, she could already defeat a group of girls.

Almost every time, she can always appear gracefully in the center of public opinion, closer to the focus than others, and every time she can use the word "elegance and exquisiteness" to successfully retire, leaving behind a series of beautiful names for everyone to appreciate.

Other noble girls are either envious or sought after or jealous or criticized, but they are unconsciously influenced by her outfit and often imitate them unconsciously.

Her outfit today does take a lot of thought. Overall, it looks like the exotic flower demon recorded on the 34th page of the Hundred Demons's Score, because her clothing and jewelry are not common in Kyoto City, especially her orchid-shaped tassel earrings, which are swaying when walking.

She stood beside Song and Shen, happily accepting the eager gazes from everyone. She raised her head high, with a look of looking down on all living beings, and her slender raised eyebrows swept across everyone, proud and noble.

Thirteen Niang was talking about the Heat below. When everyone saw Gao Zhishui standing beside Lord Song, they waved their hands and gathered again. Some people bet, winning a lot, and some people missed the opportunity and lost their empty pockets.

Not knowing what Thirteen Niang said, the few people who were talking in front of her turned around and looked up at Chu Shou who was lying on the railing to observe them.

Chu Shou immediately stood up, but directly met Song Yanqing's clear eyes.

He turned to look over, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyebrows were clear. She seemed to be drunk again tonight, but in a trance, she saw the warm night flowing in the air flowing on him.

The rest of the people only glanced at it and turned back, but Song Yanqing was the only one who was looking at something, and they were out of sight, which made Chu Shou feel a little at a loss.

She looked at his dark eyes, clear and clear, and remembered this morning's "fake" saying, and her heart felt sour, so she had to hold the railing tightly to suppress the undercurrents in her heart, but her eyes were red. I don't know if it was because she had been looking at him for a long time or was blown by the wind...

Luo Qi turned his eyes to the two of them with great interest. He said that Shi Chi was about to come. He leaned over to Chu Shou, reached out to take Chu Shou's shoulder, and turned her over.

The two of them all leaned against the railing, and his palms were placed on the railing, which looked like they had wrapped Chu Shou between their arms, and they felt a little intimate when they saw it.

Chu Shou reached out to push it away, but he stopped him and knocked him tightly beside him.

Luo Qi lowered his voice and leaned his head towards Chu Shou. Chu Shou instantly smelled the fragrance of flowers. He whispered in Chu Shou's ear with a volume that only the two of them could hear, "This is called...the way of treating others."

No one sees me, I'm going to cry

(End of this chapter)
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