An Ning pursed her lips, "Go back to my palace and bring some gifts back to Uncle Huang." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "An Ning received a lot of gifts from all over the world this time, exquisitely designed musical instruments, chimes, and some antique jade, these things should be poured by Prince Zhuang.

As soon as Yang Feng's eyes lit up, he almost waved his palm and patted An Ning's shoulder and shouted righteousness: "Your Highness, be happy, what will happen in the future, go up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire, and wrap it up on my brother!" ”

An Ning nodded and smiled, and then his eyes fell on the ladies of the family opposite.

She knew that at this party, some people would be opportunistic and try the bottom line of the palace rules, but she didn't expect them to be so bold that they dared to walk around like this for the first time they entered the palace.

An Ning intuitively does not like unruly people.

The three young ladies of the family were a little uneasy under the gaze of An Ning's scrutiny, especially the young ladies of the Gu family and the Liu family, they deliberately got rid of the palace maids, they wanted to try if they could bump into some nobles in the palace, and they didn't want to be really bumped into their luck.

It's just that I didn't expect Princess An Ning to chase after her, a few of them are sitting here like this, there must be an explanation.

Miss Gu hesitated for a long time before she stood up under the gaze of Princess An Ning: "Your Highness, the palace maid who just led the way for us was called to help in other places, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince saw us and called us into the pavilion......" She said for a long time, An Ning didn't respond a word, and Miss Gu quickly ran out of words.

Called somewhere else to help? It's a joke, An Ning's face is a little unpleasant. But she looked at the prince beside her, Yang Yu called them up, did she like them a little, or did she like one of them?

Wang Wen stood up and said in a low voice: "It's because we got lost and accidentally walked here, bothering all the nobles, please send kindness to Her Royal Highness the princess and send a palace maid to send us back." ”

Everyone's eyes fell on Miss Wang, and she sat down in her chair and smiled slightly—this one was smart, with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, as if she was sure that she would not be angry.

Ordinary women run around and are caught by the master's family, and they are not panicked, but they will also panic, especially in the palace, where the hierarchy is clear and the palace rules are strict.

This Miss Wang is very calm, and she seems to have something to rely on.

An Ning glanced sideways at Yang Yu again, and her heart moved: "Come on, send a few young ladies back." ”

Just send people back like that, without any other words? Several young ladies of the family were slightly stunned, and quickly got up to salute and followed the palace maid out of the pavilion.

Miss Wang turned back step by step, and the moment she turned around, she happened to see the prince stretching out his hand and hooking Princess Anning's chin, and his movements were very frivolous. She paused, and in a blink of an eye, she was blocked by the palace people.

The prince hooked An Ning's chin to take a closer look, but frowned: "Who made you like this?" An Ning's chin was retracted and his eyebrows were raised: "Isn't it good-looking?" ”

――The makeup is too thick, too bewitching, too attractive to others' attention.

Yang Yu withdrew his hand, and his fingertips brought a rouge fragrance: "It's not good-looking." ”

An Ning was a little annoyed, snorted, and then said: "It was Qiao Ying who asked the palace people to paint it for me, I also think it's too glamorous, she said that this is my first time attending a formal occasion, and it's more imposing to be glamorous...... "The woman is the one who pleases herself, and the more An Ning talks, the more unhappy she becomes, and she seems to want to go back to remove her makeup in a hurry."

Yang Bin interrupted her: "It's very good-looking, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too picky." As he spoke, he glanced at the prince.

An Ning could not escape the disadvantage of liking worldly praise, and his face immediately turned cloudy, and he asked again with great interest: "Is it really good-looking?" ”

The other county kings all nodded.

The crown prince raised his foot and kicked the prince of Zhuo Rui, Yang Bin sighed, and said seriously: "Your Highness, you can't bend ...... might."

An Ning stretched out his hand and twisted Yang Yu: "What were you talking about before I came?" Yang Yu unconsciously replied: "What are you talking about?" ”

An Ning leaned into his ear and said clearly word by word: "What are you talking about with those young ladies?" She wanted to find out if Yang Yu was really interested in those little girls. As long as Yang Yu likes it, her dislikes are negligible.

Yang Yu coughed awkwardly, waved his hand and pushed her away: "Don't ask the east and the west." An Ning was unhappy, and screwed him again: "If you don't say it, I really don't care about you, and you will bear it for me when I pick whoever I choose." ”

Yang Yu nodded carelessly: "It's up to you." "He really feels calm and temperamental now, and he wants to take care of everything.

Liu Zhuo walked into the pavilion lightly and said, "Your Highnesses, the time has come. ”

Prince Yang Yu stood up, raised his hand and high-fived Yang Bin, looked at each other and smiled.

On the polo field, colorful flags were unfurled, war drums were blowing, and horns were sounding. Polo is an aristocratic sport of the Great Beam, and there is a ready-made court built in the palace. It is surrounded by low walls on three sides, and is about a thousand steps long. High platforms were set up on both sides, tents were set up with tarpaulin, and the ladies of the family were separated by light gauze to block their view.

Polo set up two teams, the crown prince Yang Yu and the prince of Zhuo Rui Wang Yang Bin each led a team, the team included the king of the clan, and some young people from the family who came to the banquet this time.

Qiao Ying sat in the center of the high platform with An Ning, and saw Qiao Mobai at a glance, dressed in a tight-fitting reddish-brown riding suit, holding a bow staff in his hand, riding on a black horse. Qiao Mobai belonged to the prince's team and was talking to the prince in a low voice.

An Ning's eyes fell on Yang Yu, Yang Yu's riding uniform was different from others, with a yellow background and embroidered with gold edges, which was very conspicuous. Yang Bin's side is dominated by the clan, all wearing brocade clothes and riding clothes, Yang Bin is talking with Yang Feng bowing his head, his expression is serious, and the people behind him are waiting solemnly, rubbing their palms and grinding their fists, as if they are ready to win His Royal Highness the Prince.

After Yang Yu and Qiao Mobai finished speaking, they raised their heads and looked at the high platform, Qiao Ying stood up, ran to the front of the high platform, and waved vigorously: "Brother, come on!" Qiao Mobai raised his cane and smiled slightly.

Qiao Mobai has a kind of cool temperament like Yang Bin, who was born in the same military as Yang Bin, and An Ning can almost imagine his sassy and heroic appearance when he is wearing armor and fighting on the battlefield.

In the future, he will inherit the title and support the Qiao Guo Mansion, and the most promising son of the Qiao family is none other than Qiao Mobai.

In the stands, the young ladies of the Sun family sat together, and the younger sisters pushed Sun Qian: "Look at your future husband, you look really handsome." Sun Qian blushed and quarreled with them: "Be careful the day you get married!" The little girls laughed.

A palace maid stepped forward to tie the ribbons symbolizing this victory for the riders of the two teams, and the atmosphere on the field gradually became warmer.

An Ning also smiled slightly, as if in this atmosphere, she found a long-lost vitality and passion. She waved her hand at Yang Yu, and shouted at Yang Bin: "Come on." ”

Yang Yu looked at it and was so angry that he wanted to go on stage and beat Yang Xi.

With the sound of the horns, the war drums roared, the game began, the horses' hooves were like a torrential rain, the golfers jumped into the ground, and the stands let out cheers, shouts and drums and trumpets, and the symphony responded, and the pomp and circumstance was unstoppable. (To be continued.) )