Chapter Eleven: Fate and Life: The Betrothal Banquet
It is a bit strange to say that such a luxurious East China Sea is actually very quiet. The young master never sees the dragon all day long. I think it is because he lost too much in the West China Sea last time and is too embarrassed to show his face this time.
After a few days, the East China Sea lost its interest. On this day, Changle brought a cup of tea and thought about how to persuade the young master to let him go. He stepped into the door and was ready to speak. Suddenly
I heard a male voice coming from the front: "Is the sun coming out in the west today?"
Changle was still thinking about beating around the bush, but he saw through it, so he couldn't help but put the tea on the table, took out a jade whistle from his sleeve, and said: "I'm here to return your whistle. Besides, I want to go home."
Already."
He was already prepared to disagree. Unexpectedly, the young master stood up leisurely. He just held the whistle in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. Then he formed a red rope and hung the jade whistle on Changle's wrist, saying softly.
Said: "If you send it out, there is no reason to return it. If you want to go home, just go back."
This truth is correct, but it seems that he didn't say that he wanted to give the whistle to himself, right?
She lowered her head and looked at the red rope on her wrist. She felt something strange, but couldn't tell what was strange. She thought about it again and again, and saw that the young master had already settled back in front of the case. She thought to herself that this was a rare opportunity, so go home quickly.
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Turning around to leave, another soft voice came from behind: "Do you know how to use the whistle?"
Before Changle could speak, he added: "This jade whistle is a magical weapon. Don't underestimate it. You can send me a message when something happens."
Changle turned around and smiled at him: "Then, thank you."
The lotus flowers in front of the temple were in full bloom, and the soft mist was moist, blowing towards my face. A white cat jumped down from the stone steps in front of the temple and pounced briskly.
Changle stretched out his hand, picked it up, scratched its head affectionately, put his forehead against its forehead, and whispered: "Xiaobai, you miss me so much."
The small white pupils stared at her without turning around. They were clearly ferocious and stern eyes, but at the moment they were all gentle and touching.
It barked softly, causing Changle to scratch it again. It felt really good.
She walked around the lotus pond and walked into the palace. She lowered her head and smiled at Xiaobai in her arms: "I will be at home with you every day from now on, okay?"
Xiaobai screamed again, the voice was very soft, just like it, gentle and soft, as if it was expressing some emotion. Suddenly remembering something, Changle took back the foot he stepped on, put Xiaobai back on the ground, and
He said: "I will be back later."
After saying this, she turned around and stepped into a deep forest.
When his eyes turned, he saw a quiet forest. He stepped into a sandalwood palace. There was no one in the palace. Changle turned around and wanted to leave, but saw a piece of letter placed in front of the door. He leaned over to look and saw "Yong'an" above.
If you look closely at these two words, you will see that they are addressed to your sister.
Changle couldn't help but read it. After reading the whole article, his face changed and he was completely different.
This letter was written by Songyu to his sister. It contained nothing more than remarks that it was too early to get married and the matter should be discussed later.
But Changle is not so ignorant of the world. This letter makes it clear that Songyu is unwilling to marry his sister. If Aunt Congyun hadn't forcibly made a marriage contract for them, her sister would not have wanted to marry him. How could she let him do it now?
Is my sister trying to make ends meet?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She put the letter in her arms and walked out. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she bumped into a few maids whispering in a low voice on the way. She didn't mean to listen in the corner, it was too loud.
some.
"Have you heard? It seems that His Highness the Second Highness of the God Clan is unwilling to marry our Highness."
"Yes, at the last banquet between the two clans, His Highness didn't even wear the twin crowns as promised. He didn't take His Highness seriously at all."
"According to people present, His Highness also disliked His Highness in public for his mediocre looks and unworthy of him."
Hearing this, Changle felt something suddenly blocked in his heart.
How could this Second Highness of the God Clan insult his sister like this?
My sister is so gentle, kind, well-educated, and yet she is still criticized for her mediocre looks?
She was so angry that she was about to rush to the God Clan to humiliate Songyu severely to relieve her hatred, when she heard an extremely gentle female voice coming from behind: "Ale, you are back."
Changle turned around when she heard the sound, and her eyes fell into a pair of bright and clear pupils. She saw the slightly raised corners of Yong'an's lips, and immediately felt that all her anger had disappeared. Her whole body softened and she threw herself into the arms of the visitor.
, said softly: "Sister, I miss you."
Yongan let her hug her for a while, and after letting go, he took her hand, checked her up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured. He asked helplessly: "Where have you been playing these days?
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Chang Le hehe replied: "I went to the West Sea and gained some knowledge. Isn't this much more valuable than staying in the imperial capital to meet Emperor Shao of the God Clan?"
"You're the one who's dishonest. Fortunately, the Emperor didn't come either, otherwise my aunt wouldn't be able to spare you." Yong'an pulled her towards the Sandalwood Hall. Changle felt surprised and asked, "The Emperor didn't come either?"
The two stopped in front of the door. Changle suddenly grabbed her hand, a little timidly, but also hesitated to speak: "Sister, are you...really willing to marry His Highness the Second Highness of the God Clan?"
It seemed that this sentence came too suddenly and abruptly. Yong'an's smile froze on his face for a moment, then relaxed, and his expression was soft and beautiful: "You should know my sister. As for your partner, no matter who he is.
, for my sister, it’s no different.”
"But sister..." Changle was so entangled in his heart that he didn't know what to say or not. He hesitated again and again, but finally did not say what he wanted to say. Instead, he changed the topic and said softly: "Sister, I, I... don't want to get married.
Give it to Mr. Di. I don’t like him..."
The wind blew up Yong'an's broken hair on her forehead, revealing her crescent-shaped eyebrows.
"Ale, have you... already met Young Master Di?"
Changle shook his head.
Perhaps the wind was too strong, and a bit of coldness hit her back. Yongan moved to block the wind, pushed her, and said: "Ale, come into the house."
"Sister, I want to ask you something."
Yongan turned around and closed the door: "Al Le, just ask."
"Sister, will you really be happy if you marry someone you don't like?"
As soon as these words came out, Yong'an paused again, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Ale, the two of us are born with certain responsibilities that we cannot shirk. There is no choice in getting married."
Changle was a little frustrated. However, her sister has never pursued what she likes, and she has not seen the love mentioned in the picture book. Is she going to get married so soon?
Several gongs were played outside the window, disturbing Changle's dream of ascending. She pulled away from her dream, raised her hands to cover the dazzling morning light, and yawned several times.
The demon tribe is holding a banquet again. It is said that the second highness of the divine tribe has come to offer an invitation. The formation is quite majestic.
Chang Le's originally chaotic mind suddenly became clear. His Highness the Second Highness of the God Clan, Song Yu, Xia Pin, Sister...
She quickly got out of bed and ran towards the main hall.
When he arrived, the door was packed with guests and the seats were packed. Changle Mao walked behind the door and was about to look for Yong'an's figure. Suddenly he saw a drama being performed on the altar. It was a painful drama that made people cry. Only the altar was visible.
The woman above was filled with tears and looked at the man going away with a despairing heart. For a long time, she could not get away.
Changle couldn't help but be stunned. There was such a playbook. He was so moved. He was amazed and started watching it with relish. After finishing one play, he felt that he still had more to say. At this time, the next play came.
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I saw a man in brocade clothes holding a harp in his arms, leaping onto the altar. He was a man with an excellent figure, majestic and dignified appearance, and his whole person looked gentle and graceful, giving people a sense of beauty like a spring breeze.
He raised his hand to play the piano, and waves of string sounds came, as sweet as the sounds of nature, making people lose their soul in an instant.
Chang Le was surprised. This man was gorgeously dressed, with phoenix feathers. He was flamboyant yet restrained. He really looked like a peacock. At this time, she also heard a lot of discord from the discussions among the people.
"With such a graceful demeanor, is this the Third Highness of the God Clan?"
"Yes, look at the Feng Zhen Qin in his hand. However, although His Highness the Third Highness is outstanding, he is far inferior to His Highness the Divine Clan, Emperor Shaojiang Wuye."
"Yes, yes, Emperor Shaojiang Wuye is so handsome, handsome and unrestrained. Although the Third Highness's Feng Yuqin is very powerful, he can only serve as a support after all. How can he go on the battlefield so bravely?
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Listening to the conversation between several people, Chang Le felt confused again. Is this person actually the younger brother of his fiancé?
However, the crowd's support and stomping was a bit hurtful. Before she could figure out what happened, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She instantly relaxed her eyebrows, looked at the person who came and called out: "Sister
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Yong'an squeezed her palm and laughed: "Ale finally got up? What are you looking at?"
Changle leaned against her and pointed at the young man playing the piano on the altar, with a little sympathy in his eyes: "Looking at him."
"Oh?" Yongan followed her gaze and said with a smile, "It turns out to be His Highness the Third Highness of the God Clan. I guess Ale still doesn't recognize him, right?"
"Why does he have so many feathers on his body? Like a peacock?"
Yong'an couldn't help but laugh and replied: "The third highness of the God Clan, his name is Xi Heng, his real body is a phoenix, how can you call him a peacock?"
"Sister, this is really my fault," Changle couldn't help but laugh, and then said seriously, "Sister, are you going to go on stage too?"
"Yes, that's the next scene." She stood up Yingying, warned Chang Le a few words, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Changle rushed all the way to the front row, picked a very comfortable seat, sat down, and waited quietly for Yongan to appear.
A burst of music sounded, melodious and long. At this time, a long sword fell from the sky and stayed on the altar, and a white figure came into view.