The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 6 You can be my father!

Chapter 6

Xue Qingyin quickly picked off the flower on her head and stuffed it into King Xuan's palm: "Take it, I'm leaving."

King Xuan instinctively curled his fingers.

Two petals immediately fell off, the edges of the flower were wrinkled, and the juice stained his knuckles.

"Miss Xue."

"Miss Xue?"

"Is Miss Xue here?"

There was a sound outside the trees.

Wen Hui's expression changed slightly: "This is the voice of the little eunuch beside King Wei."

King Xuan did not say anything.

Xue Qingyin's figure gradually disappeared into the shadow of the trees.

Wen Hui sighed and said, "What's the matter? Why did I give you the flowers?"

King Xuan looked at his hands.

His hands have well-defined joints and are strong and strong. He has killed many people.

His hands have held swords, tiger charms, reins, and strangled the necks of enemy generals.

Only I didn't hold flowers.

This flower is delicate and fragile.

King Xuan came up with a ridiculous idea for no reason——

It was as if he was holding the Xue family girl, who was as delicate and fragile as a flower, in the palm of his hand.

This time Xue Qingyin followed the sound and it was less likely to get lost.

She went straight to the little eunuch: "Are you looking for me?"

When the little eunuch saw her, he was stunned at first.

Then watch again.

Yes, lilac clothes, but with a cape on top. And what about the flowers? Why don't you see flowers on your hair?

"Who told you to come to me?" Xue Qingyin asked him again.

"His Royal Highness the King of Wei was afraid that the girl would get lost, so he sent his slave here." The little eunuch murmured in his heart. With such a beauty, there will never be another Xue family girl. She should be the right one.

Xue Qingyin sighed in her heart.

Well, it seems there is no way to escape.

I don’t know what He Songning did to make her leave an impression on King Wei?

The little eunuch led her out.

He didn't go far when he met the maid.

The maid held paper, ink, pen and inkstone in her arms. When she saw her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I didn't see the girl when I came back."

Xue Qingyin smiled and said, "You're shocked. I'll ask mother to reward you with money tomorrow."

The maid turned from surprise to joy and hurriedly laughed and said: "It's your duty as a slave, how can you dare to receive a reward?"

"I'm going to see my eldest brother, please go with me." Xue Qingyin said again.

"Then these..." The maid lowered her head and looked at the things in her arms.

"Of course I'll take him with me."

"this……"

"Gone."

The maid was afraid of losing someone again, so she had to follow him quickly.

But the little eunuch did not take her to the banquet, but to another pavilion.

This pavilion is on a higher ground and is surrounded by thick curtains. Once it is lowered, no one can get a clear view of what's going on inside.

After Xue Qingyin sat down, the little eunuch rolled up a corner of the curtain for her. Looking out from this corner, you can clearly see He Songning... and King Wei.

The young eunuch said: "It's already halfway through the drinking tour. It won't be long before the eldest son of the house comes to see you."

While talking here, someone stood up in the table over there.

The person is slender and wears a veil on her head. She should be a woman.

She raised a glass to the King of Wei and wanted to exchange poems with the King of Wei.

Finish the poem.

Another man stood up and said, "My sister loves reading..."

I think it was an older brother who brought his younger sister to the poetry club.

Are you also thinking about King Wei?

Xue Qingyin felt sleepy after hearing this, lowered her head and started cutting paper and drawing cards.

Maid tailor.

She paints.

But it was said that the King of Wei in this room felt a little impatient in his heart when he looked at the slim young woman with outstanding literary talent.

There is already a talented woman in his house, but apart from poetry and prose, she has no boudoir pleasure.

He had just composed a poem just because he wanted Miss Xue to sit in the pavilion and have a look. His literary talent was not inferior to her brother's.

That's good. This woman stood up and started to confront him with poems... so don't blame him for being ruthless.

The king of Wei once again compared the woman to another poem without mercy.

He said: "My sister only reads Liu Shu, and the poems she writes are too tender and not elegant enough. It is better to read a few more books."

It sounded like advice.

In fact, there is no mercy.

She pointed out that she really hadn’t read a few books and was half-full of books.

The woman was so thin-skinned that she sat back down and didn't dare to wipe the tears from her eyes. She didn't dare to speak again after that.

Presumably the Xue family girl must have seen his literary talents and knew that he was not a sentimental person, but he liked any beautiful woman. His love is unique, something that no one else can ask for.

King Wei put down his wine glass with satisfaction.

Not long after, King Xuan came to the table.

Everyone stood up to greet him.

The King of Wei smiled and said, "Where did you go, brother? It's not easy to invite you today. Please sit down, brother. I'll punish you with three glasses of wine first, and then write a poem."

Everyone knows that King Xuan is a military general. How could King Wei be so free to write and write every day?

No one dared to ask King Xuan to write a poem.

A faint smell of tit-for-tat spread in the air.

King Xuan walked straight to King Wei and said, "Since we are elder brothers, the emperor's younger brother has forgotten the order of elders and younger ones?"

King Wei looked stunned, but then he smiled again: "Yes, I forgot... Brother, please take a seat."

King Wei reluctantly gave up his position.

King Xuan said calmly: "Is there anyone brave among your army? Come out and show me how to dance with your sword."

The King of Wei's face stiffened again.

This statement... It seems that he is the host of today's poetry meeting.

The King of Wei threw the question back: "Brother, don't you write poetry?"

The King of Xuan's tone was still calm: "I only presented a poem to my father on his birthday."

How dare we compare with the emperor?

The others were so scared that they hurried out to smooth things over.

The smarter ones rushed out in one step: "I can also dance with swords, but I'm afraid I can't enter the elegant hall. Today I dare to show off in front of His Majesty the King of Xuan."

At this point, the King of Wei had to shut up.

Seeing that the poetry meeting turned into a sword dance competition, Xue Qingyin was a little interested.

She leaned over to take a look.

First, she saw the King of Xuan sitting there with a straight figure.

Then the scholar dancing with swords.

The swordsmanship was soft.

What the hell...

Xue Qingyin retracted her head again.

King Xuan was vaguely aware of it, and suddenly looked up in the direction of the pavilion.

...That girl from the Xue family?

Why did she go there again?

Because King Xuan joined the banquet in the middle of the meeting, King Wei was unhappy, and after the poetry meeting, he did not come to see Xue Qingyin again.

Only He Songning came to pick her up.

"Where did you get the cloak?" He Songning quickly found something different about her.

"I borrowed it from someone else."

"Why is the flower on your head gone?"

"It fell off on the way."

Xue Qingyin thought to herself, you can just treat me as your father, why are you so nosy!