Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

The ladies of the official family blushed even more, lowered their heads and dared not look at them again, the most shocking ones were the emperor Huang Beiqian and the crown prince Huang Yiqi.

From the moment the boy in red came in, the veins on the back of Huang Beiqian's hand holding the handrail were all evident, showing how much force he had used.

As the young man in red slowly approached the worship, he suddenly lost all his strength, let go of his fingers holding the armrest, thought to himself, Sichu, after all, we don’t trust each other, ha ha.

"You two don't need to be too polite, please sit down."

The two walked to the first two vacant seats on the right and sat down. The seductive red color dazzled the eyes, and the eyes of a group of people followed the red dress.

"You two have worked hard all the way, did you have a good rest last night?"

"Thank you, the Emperor Beihuang, for your condolences. Everything is fine."

Lin Ruoxuan who just took his seat replied softly, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm.

"This is the prince of Nanchu, his appearance is astonishing."

"See, the prince glanced this way."

"Your Majesty is so beautiful, I am afraid that no one in this world can match him."

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Listening to a group of people discussing in low voices, the corner of Chu Fengyu's mouth was sneering, his seductive phoenix eyes were half-closed, and his lazy posture made the faces of several official ladies who were peeking at her blush.

Huang Yiqi has never left his eyes since the boy in red came in. He really regrets why he didn't lift the sedan chair curtain yesterday. He never thought that the stunning boy would be the eldest son of Nan Chu.

After being slightly stunned, he gently held the wine glass and looked at the red shadow. Every movement and every look in his eyes was full of natural charm. The corner of Huang Yiqi's mouth showed a hint of viciousness. The master of Fengyu Pavilion, no matter which one, he would like to want.

"Come, for the sake of Beihuang and Nanchu becoming a family in the future, all the nobles, let's have a drink together."

This Yu'er is indeed extremely capable, fearing that Nan Chu will be difficult to deal with in the future, Huang Beiqian is thinking about the future direction in his heart.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Nangong Xiao suppressed the astonishment in his eyes, the person he was looking for turned out to be him, the master of the Fengyu Pavilion, coupled with his identity as the son of Nanchu, this power is really strong enough, and he glanced at the only vacant seat in the hall , I felt a little depressed.

"The emperor's hospitality surprised Lin a little, but the purpose of the son's visit this time must have been arranged by the emperor." Lin Ruoxuan's watery voice sounded very pleasant in this lively hall.

Huang Beiqian chuckled as if he had never heard of it, the atmosphere was a little dignified for a while, all the ministers present were waiting with trepidation, the official lady still secretly took a look at the young man in red, she had already decided that she came here to be able to Being selected, such tasks as marrying the prince are forgotten.

Su Mo thought to himself, after seeing the young man in red today, the emperor is always a little absent-minded, and there are some incomprehensible emotions that he doesn't know whether it is sadness or anger.

"Chu Shizi and Prime Minister Lin came from a long way. Naturally, they will drink and enjoy dancing and music first. Today's palace banquet is mainly to welcome the two of you. We will discuss this matter later."

As soon as Su Mo finished speaking, the drums rang out, and groups of girls in neon clothes came out with light dance steps, with slender figures and graceful dancing postures.

Lin Ruoxuan was just testing the attitude of the Emperor Beihuang, and didn't intend to get any answer here. Seeing that Huang Beigan was silent, he didn't ask any more questions. The red-clothed boy who is my business, shook his head like a dragonfly on the water, showing a slight smile.

Seeing that the high-ranking man had been silent, all the ministers felt even more uneasy, fearing that if the man was unhappy, they would not be able to leave the hall.

"Chu Shizi is truly extraordinary, so gorgeous in the world." Huang Yiqi raised his eyes, and there were some other impurities in his black eyes.

The young man in red who came in and only said one word stared back at Huang Yiqi. He must have guessed that he was the master of the Fengyu Pavilion, so he would be so provocative, but he still could see this look. You know, there is a desire to get something.

"His Royal Highness, the crown prince, has praised me. This prince can only be regarded as a small witch in front of the crown prince."

"Hehe..." Huang Yiqi didn't intend to expose Chu Fengyu's identity, and after hearing what he said, he didn't continue to answer.

Seeing these two people playing charades, the ministers were a little puzzled, but it was Huang Beiqian, Qi'er probably knew that Yu'er belonged to Fengyu Pavilion.

Nangong Xiao didn't speak from the beginning to the end, as if he was thinking about something.

When the banquet was in the middle, suddenly the drums and music were playing together, and a young girl in white clothes flew in from outside the hall. She looked seventeen, and her graceful and graceful dancing posture was even more fascinating. Even the emperor and empress were dumbfounded.

Only one person remained indifferent, and the young man in red was still sipping a glass of wine lazily.