Chapter Ninety-One: The Nine-Fold High Platform

Nine-fold high platform?Wine luminous glass, luxurious atmosphere, reverence shrouded in it!

At the highest point of the nine-story platform, that is, on the ninth floor, only three seats were set up!

There are four seats on the eighth floor, eight seats on the seventh floor, sixteen seats on the sixth floor, and thirty-two seats on the fifth floor.

And so on...... Sixty-four seats were set up on the fourth floor...... One hundred and twenty-eight seats were set up on the third floor...... Two hundred and fifty-six seats were set up on the second floor...... The first layer is under the nine-fold high platform, and there are countless scattered seats in the brocade clothes and red sleeves......

"The flower banquet really lives up to its reputation!" The smile on the corner of Ying's mouth couldn't see the emotion, and the corner of his eyes swept over the luxurious seat at the top, and snorted coldly.

Following the guidance of the waiter, Ran Ziwan also followed everyone to slowly walk towards the steps. Ran Ziwan's eyes were dark, and his fingers probed his pulse, remembering the weakness of last night, and the internal strength behind him in the day...... The brow is furrowed. Withdrawing back the cold fingertips, the body at this time seemed to be filled with countless essences. And last night, it was very difficult to move forward, if it wasn't for the evil young man who sent himself back to the Nannuan Hall in time, the consequences would ...... She probably just fell asleep!

"Lord Ziwan, this is you...... You ......" Ran Ziwan slowly raised his eyes from his contemplation to look at the place where the voice sounded, but the moment he raised his eyes, the waiter was a little incoherent in surprise, and even forgot to use the honorific, and finally muttered: "In this world, there is a more beautiful person than the imperial actress?"

Ran Ziwan sat on the eighth floor of the nine-story platform, which is the upper left position above the eighth floor, opposite is Prince Zhong's Mansion, diagonally opposite is Zhenjun Palace, and next to it is Yongzheng Palace.

With the four major palaces seated, there is only the flowering period left, and Yun Xiu has not yet sat down. And now there is only the first level vacant at the top.

The rest of the people were already seated in an orderly manner on different floors under the high platform.

"Is the top one reserved for my young master? It's a pity that the young master thinks it's too worldly...... Let me, an idler, watch the ceremony on his behalf! Although I don't like to be lively, but for the sake of that position, it is difficult to make it difficult, and let alone the world's fans...... Heh......" Yun Xiu, who looked like a clear stream in the group, walked towards the top of the nine-fold high platform by himself, shaking his head and talking to himself helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Xiu, who had already walked onto the ninth-floor platform, had no intention of stopping, and continued to step towards the main position in the middle of the nine-story platform on the highest floor!

"Cloud ...... Young Master!" For a while, the waiter was a little cold, and he didn't know what to call the young man in front of him, that position was not something he could sit in. This year is different from previous years, the emperor actress has reappeared, and this year's flower banquet was in the spotlight as early as fifteen years ago, not to mention the sudden intervention of the hidden cloud clan......

"What's the matter, isn't it the place left for the young master of my family?" Qingliu Young Man's ink-like eyebrows and eyes were slightly annoyed, and he squinted at his side to see the boy tremble.

"You...... Your seat is here......" The waiter's nervous teeth chattered, and he bowed deeply to the throne on the right hand side of the first floor, and bowed respectfully. In response to the scalp against the air released by the young man, his back bent lower and lower.

In the end, Yun Xiu was guided by the waiter to sit on the side of the highest part of the nine-story high platform. The height of more than ten zhang looks very respectful.

"Okay...... It's cold in the heights!" Yun Xiu straightened the hem of his clothes in annoyance, glanced at the clansmen behind him, and led everyone to sit on the top right of the top floor of the Nine-Fold High Platform. Yun Xiu glanced at the position where the main seat of the ninth floor was always vacant, and there was a touch of contempt in his eyes.

The flowering period of Dongzhou Neptune has been without emotion, and there has never been any waves. Following the guidance of the waiter, he sat indifferently opposite the Yunshan Yun family, and sat behind him in turn Hua Xiangrong, the small master of the flower family.

In this way, the banquet table of the nine-fold high platform is seated. Except for the one in the middle of the top, there is no one to sit down. The top end of the left side in turn is the flowering period of Dongzhou Sea King, the cool dip of the Xiliang royal family, the wind of Yongjun Wangfu, and the Duanjun Wangfu Ran Zixiao. On the right side, in order from top to bottom, are Yunshan Yun's Yunxiu, Tian's Prince Xuantianyu, Prince Zhong's Mansion Xuange, and Zhenjun Wangfu......

Opposite the top seat where Ran Ziwan sat was Zhen Yang'er, and next to Zhen's Mansion was the Yipin Junhou Mansion, and Shangshu Ling's Mansion was Yin...... And along Ran Ziwan's side, from top to bottom to bottom, each floor is Qinghe Xie's family, Jingmen Admiral, and Wang's family...... , at the end is the Hu Yao Hu clan who was born in Shangjia......

The seating of the flower banquet is really orderly!

Everyone sat down, and the huge flower banquet hall was overcrowded. Yesterday's singing ceremony was not all present, but today's ladies from all the families who have won the stage are present, looking at each other and comparing.

On the nine-fold high platform, you can see all the red makeup. The color spreads all over the flower banquet, and the world is full of spring...... Endless!

Above the royal family of Dongzhou, on the side of the Yun Mountain and Yun Clan, those who dare to be on their right...... Who can it be today? Ran Ziwan raised his head slightly and drifted to the only empty seat on the banquet table, knowing in his heart, his eyebrows and eyes were light, and he happened to see Zhen Yang'er looking at him with a smile, and his excellent eyebrows and eyes were full of ambition.

"Sister Wan'er, it seems that she is wearing a little heavy today!" Zhen Yang'er glanced at the condensation under the light gauze of Ranzi Wanxuehua, and her eyes were full of inquiry. Under the gentle smile, the aftermath is full of famous demeanor.

"The emperor actress has always been cold, no better than midsummer!" Ran Ziwan's eyes moved slightly, and instead of reaching out to tidy up his clothes, he reached out and tore open a tiny gap, turned sideways and smiled a little wantonly.

“…… Sister Wan'er is really good at joking!" Zhen Yang'er raised her chin, slightly stunned for a moment, beautiful and slightly picky, that is...... Spotted red marks!

"Joke? It's not as good as yesterday's sister of the emperor actress in front of the world's famous family: Fanghua is only twenty-eight! Hehe......" Ran Ziwan's words were a little deliberate, she didn't like soft knives, and she didn't like the color was more beautiful than Huajiao, and she had a honey belly sword!

"What's the sister?" Zhen Yang'er was a little unable to come back to her senses.

"Shhh...... It hurts!" Ran Ziwan snorted softly, pulled back his shirt casually, glanced at the elegant color on the side with a slightly reproachful look, and took a sip of tea, smiling inconveniently at the corner of his mouth.

What she wanted...... Could it be that a touch of warm pear white? Ran Ziwan chuckled, no longer tempted, retracted his eyes, and remained cold.

“…… cough cough cough ...... Ahem...... "The pastry that Zhen Yang'er just ate caused a light cough in her throat, and the mark was ...... Did he leave it behind? The original ambition in his expression will be flickering and darkening, and the color will fade away.