In the following days, there were really a lot of things going on in the homes of most of the scholars, and these disturbances outside the palace could more or less be transmitted to the palace, adding a little excitement to the lonely days in the palace.

Qin Su naturally heard a lot of rumors in this regard. In this short period of more than 20 days, there have been endless incidents of falling into the water, eating bad stomachs, falling hands and feet, and even disfigurement among various families.

It can be seen that for this paper note, those girls also tried their best, and the fight was fierce.

In the midst of this invisible, but at the same time bloody, the day of the Qinglian Banquet has finally arrived.

Early in the morning of June 28, Deshengmen Street, which leads to the imperial city, was crowded with people.

Woman.

old, medium; ugly, handsome; Fat, skinny...... All kinds of women crowded the streets, looking at the road one by one, and even the windows of the shops showed the women's hostas and golden hairpins.

The day of the Qinglian Banquet has always been a festival for most women. Because, on this day, there is Meilangjun to see.

This is not the Lang Jun sitting in the car, who can only occasionally take a look or two by luck, on this day, more than half of these Lang Jun are going to ride horses.

The girls of the various clans must be escorted to participate in the Qinglian feast. On this occasion, it was obviously not appropriate for the father or other elders to appear, so the brothers of the girls went into battle together, rode on a tall horse, and at the worst rode a green donkey with shiny coat, and galloped through the spacious Deshengmen Street, galloped across the clear Jinshui Bridge, and sent the sisters to the imperial city for a banquet.

Tell me, how can most of the old, middle, and young ladies in the capital let go of such a big bustle?

So, early in the morning, there were 10,000 flocks of ducks on both sides of the street, and there were women everywhere, and the fragrant wind that filled the street could almost faint people, and the occasional sound of inhalation, laughter, and even the bold comments of some bold women in the crowd also gave this bustle a distinct metropolitan color.

"Look, it's Xue Dalang!" I don't know who in the crowd shouted again.

In an instant, the eyes of the whole street were cast on a delicate brocade carriage, and the Lang Jun who was riding a white horse, with a cold complexion, and a gray robe rolling like a light cloud, was the iron-faced Lang Jun - Xue Yunyan.

"It's really handsome, it's a masterpiece!" There are bold women who boldly comment, and they get a piece of echo from the surroundings, and some little ladies who behave out of the grid also threw out the scarves, sachets, and beads in their hands, and for a while the streets were full of flying women's small things, as if a snow had fallen.

The officials guarding both sides of the road were already facing the enemy at this time, and one by one they quickly and skillfully raised the large shields that had been prepared long ago, and blocked these flying things back and forth, each with their vigorous skills and swift movements, as if they were blocking the enemy's arrows with shields on the battlefield.

And those sachets and scarves never fell on the beautiful man after all, or fell into the dust, or threw it on other women, causing bursts of laughter.

It's also an annual ritual.

For the guards of the capital, the day of the Qinglian Feast was when they were busy, and they had to keep an eye on these women without blinking to prevent them from going crazy. This kind of thing has not happened in previous years, for the sake of a good-looking Langjun, these women can really fight, especially in the year of the Qinglian Banquet, it is simply a disaster, which really makes these guards complain.

Fortunately, this year's women are not very crazy, and seeing that the things were not thrown out, they laughed and scolded a few words, and then someone asked: "Why don't you see Xue Erlang?" ”

As soon as these words came out, they instantly aroused more resonance, and a jagged sound immediately sounded on the street.

There was a pity and sighed: "Oh, Xue Erlang didn't come?" It's a shame. ”

Some people also felt that it didn't matter, and smacked their lips and said: "Tsk, why do I think Xue Dalang is also very handsome, he is really better looking than Xue Erlang." ”

These words immediately aroused strong dissatisfaction, and more women said in unison: "Nonsense, Xue Erlang is much more handsome than Xue Dalang!" ”

So, there was another street of laughter.

At this time, the Lang Jun walking on the street will be a little uncomfortable, even if the cultivation of kung fu is good, being judged by so many ladies, it is not unfeeling.

Xue Yunyan, on the other hand, has no different color on his face.

His expression at this moment was the same as the expression he had when he stood in the court. Except for the occasional hand to his eyebrows, he looked as indifferent as if the people on the street didn't exist.

Xue Yunheng, who was shrunk in the car, picked up a corner of the curtain, peeked out, and then chuckled in a muffled voice: "I am willing to lose the bet." Eldest brother, this time is really hard. ”

Xue Liuniang, who was sitting next to her reading a book, raised her head and glanced at him when she heard this.

She was born with a round face, a smooth and full forehead, pink cheeks with spring, picturesque ink eyebrows, and a handful of water in her apricot eyes, and her face was very delicate.

At this moment, there was a bit of banter in those apricot eyes, and suddenly he bent up, and then a soft voice sounded: "Since the eldest brother lost the bet to the second brother, not only did he have to ride alone to send me into the palace, but also to help the second brother do something, the eldest brother owed Xiao Eleven, Xiao Twelve, and Xiao Thirteen, and the debts owed by the second brother had to be repaid by the second brother." ”

As soon as he heard this, Xue Yunheng's face immediately changed, he pushed the curtain down, shook his head and said, "This is not good, absolutely not." I don't have the time to spend with those little turnip heads......"

"Anyway, the second brother is fine at home, and if he doesn't read or write, it's better to play with his younger brothers and sisters, and save his mother some troubles." Xue Liuniang said idly, and then lowered her eyes to read the book, not knowing how hurtful she was saying this.

Xue Yunheng looked at her with a sad face.

He has been thinking a little more recently, he has no intention of reading, and often sits in the study in a daze, how can he be said by Xue Liuniang that he has nothing to do?

Also, why did his sisters and brothers all fall to Xue Yunyan on one side?

He, Xue Erlang, is also a brother, okay?

Even though he doesn't like to play with them, they can't disrespect him so much.

"The second brother has the kung fu to stare at the little sister, it's better to think about how to deal with the group of little radish heads when he goes back." Xue Liuniang said casually, turning another page of the book.

At that moment, her expression and demeanor, and even the curvature of her eyebrows, were almost carved out of the same mold as Xue Yunyan.