Almost most children among the common people know about the National Master, and there is even a little song:

"The great Imperial Master, with stunning appearance, red clothes, silver bells and red eyes!"

"Knowing that the past and present are connected to the world, the peace of the country will always be victorious!"

"A great master of the country, a servant of the common people, who loves the people and is close to the people and the whole family!"

"The fairy is sending happiness to the lower world..."

Although except for one or two sentences, the rest are all made up, it is enough to show how high the status of the Imperial Master is in the hearts of the people.

"Why don't you drink? What's so confusing about you?" Gao Lin looked at his friend Nan Jinyue, who was obviously not thinking about the banquet, and slapped him with his elbow.

Nan Jinyue sighed melancholy and looked at the white clouds in the sky with melancholy.

He was also extremely beautiful, with star-shaped eyebrows and sharp eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a long lavender silk and jade brocade dress, which gave him a sense of melancholy.

Gao Lin also looked up at the moon, not sure why:

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you think she will agree to meet me?" Nan Jinyue finally spoke.

"Who?" Gao Lin was confused.

"Master of the State."

"King Lixiang! Can you wake up a little?" Gao Lin smiled.

"My national master has watched you grow up!"

"I thought what you said before was all a joke, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"It's said that the Imperial Master is like a god. Have you ever seen her get emotional?"

"She would rather support that fool than choose you. The result has already been obvious!"

Gao Lin raised his head and picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. Nan Jinyue wanted to refute, but had nothing to say.

After drinking, Gao Lin took the jug and threw it heavily to the ground. The jug broke, and he stood up again:

"Today is the day I return to Beijing. I should be happy at my big banquet and don't mention these things!"

"Come here! Serve some more pots of peach blossom wine!"

"No, maybe she will agree to meet me tonight. I'd better...don't be too rude!"

Drinking was tantamount to being disrespectful, so Nan Jinyue declined.

Gao Lin was unhappy. He sat down again and looked at the wind chimes on a branch of the tall tree in the corner:

"Yes, yes! I just returned to the capital and you didn't give me face! Go and meet the imperial master who looks like a fairy!"

"But you won't get drunk with a glass of wine, right? I tell you that you must give me a drink today! Otherwise, what kind of brotherhood is this?"

"Brother, what the hell!"

He turned his head again, holding a flask of the last bottle of wine that was as big as his palm and handed it to Nan Jinyue:

"The Fairy Imperial Master may not come yet! At worst, you can only drink this pot, and you are the only one who can play well with me. You can't shirk this!"

Nan Jinyue smiled helplessly and drank the wine gracefully after taking it in order not to disgrace his friend.

However, at midnight in the Goddess Room No. 1 of Qianjin Building...

Yu Luo leaned half of his body against the window, leaning his head and looking at the five or six people surrounded below who were doing acrobatics.

A soft, bright light fell on her face. Although the corners of her mouth were slightly raised as if she were smiling, there was no smile in her eyes.

Nan Jinyue's face was red and his head was hanging down, smelling of alcohol all over his body.

From time to time he raised his head to look at the falling rain, then quickly lowered his head again.

"National Master...I feel so uncomfortable..." He leaned on the edge of the bed, looked at the rain falling again, and panted slightly,

"Can you tell me... when will my lovesickness be resolved?"

"Is King Lixiang drunk?" Yuluo turned her head slightly and raised her lips to look at him. She was so weird but she didn't seem to notice Nan Jin more.

"The Imperial Master is really clever, yes, I'm drunk!"

"Oh no! I'm not drunk! I can't be drunk!" He took a moment to react and then immediately changed his words.

Nan Jinyue, who was drunk by a bad friend, was shaking his head and his face was red. It was obvious that he had drunk too much:

"National Master..."

"Why do you only like that fool Nan Yujue?"

With a pop, Nan Jinyue fell on the bed.

Yuluo tilted his head and looked out the window, saying indifferently:

"Because...he is the chosen one."

Suddenly, a sachet was thrown to Yuluo's side from downstairs, and Yuluo glanced down.

It was embroidered with several blue and white orchids, made of gold silk thread, and exuded a faint scent of osmanthus.

First of all, throwing the sachet is a way for women to confess their love.

Secondly, judging from the workmanship and materials of the sachet, it must have been made by a lady from a wealthy family.

Thirdly, it is impossible for anyone outside to see the rain falling, and today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, so it is probably a young lady who was out doing something and threw it away by mistake.

Sure enough, a beautiful girl who looked plainly dressed but made of excellent fabrics appeared in a panic.

"Lan Yu! Lan Yu! Help me look for it! My sachet is missing! That's what I'm going to give to Brother Lin today!"

"Miss! There are too many people here! Let's go back to the house first to get the second sachet you made! That one is also very beautiful!"

"No! That one is the best one I've ever made! Lan Yu! We have to find it quickly!" The girl, who looked like she was no longer in her prime, was anxious and looked back repeatedly in the crowd, hoping that someone would pick it up.

"Daughter of the Marquis of Ding'an, Nanshuangxi?"

A cold and lazy voice came from the head, Nan Shuangxi raised his head sharply, and met the casual blood eyes.

I don’t know which family’s young lady was born like this…

!!!

Bloody eyes!! Red clothes!

That's the legendary national master!!!!

"Well, this is yours, don't lose it next time." Yuluo picked up the sachet and threw it away casually, but it fell steadily towards Nanshuang River.

Nanshuangxi immediately raised his hand to take it, and looked up again, but Yuluo was no longer by the window.

She was holding the sachet in a daze. The maid Lan Yu turned around and looked at her and said in surprise: "Miss! You found the sachet!"

"You just didn't see..."

Nan Shuangxi pointed to the open window above, while Lan Yu looked puzzled: "I didn't see anything just now!"

In a daze, Nan Shuangxi seemed to hear a pleasant ringtone. She looked at Lan Yu and lowered her voice as she leaned over and asked:

"Then didn't you hear the sound of the silver bell?"

"There are no slaves!" Lan Yu looked at Nanshuangxi with an ignorant face.

Nan Shuangxi was stunned for a moment, then took the sachet and led his maid Lan Yuna out of the market.

She was a little afraid of the Imperial Master, because she felt that neither Yuluo nor the original master looked human, but rather resembled the fairies described in those storybooks and storytellers.

The biggest difference is that this 'goblin' guard manages their country and is also the most indispensable one.

"King, our people have successfully returned to the capital."

A muscular man with dark brown skin, wearing a wolf skin and surrounded by fur, with a vertical mark at the corner of his eye, knelt respectfully in front of the man on the wolf-hair throne in front of him.

The man who is called the king has one hand on each hand and a figure with a curvy figure. Under the throne, there are two beauties prostrate at his feet, coquettishly coquettish.

Each one looks more gorgeous than the other, and each voice is more charming than the other.
Chapter completed!