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Fireworks in March, the smoke breeze is slightly warm, and the sky is full of peach blossom forests, put the feathers into the cool stream, stop in front of anyone, or drink or compose poems, so indecent.

Qingge had only seen such a description in ancient books before, but now he can see it with his own eyes, the scenery is as beautiful as in a dream, and his heart is faintly excited. Along the crooked stream, dozens of small tables have already been set up on both sides. The concubines, princes, and children of the family sat on the ground, forming a long dragon.

Qingge glanced at it, sitting on the dragon head at night, Li Concubine and Mengbai sitting on the dragon tail, and the three of them glanced at her without a trace. She couldn't help but whisper to Ping'er: "Why didn't anyone give us a seat?" ”

"Princess, Qu Shui Liuyu is not limited to the number of seats, you can sit at will."

No wonder so many people are staring at her with gossip on their faces, daring to see where she is going to sit.

Qingge smiled slightly at Suye and walked towards him. Mengbai, who was in the distance, lowered his head silently and stood behind Concubine Li. And Concubine Li frowned slightly.

Approaching His Royal Highness the Crown Prince step by step, Ping'er's legs couldn't stop shaking again.

The princess really had a problem for him. Isn't it just stealing a token? Why do you want to steal His Royal Highness the Prince, there is a hibiscus around him, and you can hook it easily, which is convenient and simple. But the princess wanted to touch the tiger's beard.

When he suggested stealing Hibiscus, the princess only groaned a little and said, "No," because Hibiscus had lost her token and was going to lose her head. And His Royal Highness the Prince, he can only say that there is suffering, he can't cut himself down. The princess is so benevolent, how can she do great things.

A long sound of "ding" was heard, and the feast began. Upstream of the flowing water, a palace man put the feather bud into the water, and there was a pot of sake and a white jade cup in the chuckle, along with the clear stream water, accompanied by scattered pink peach petals, slowly moving down the stream.

After a short drift, he stopped.

"Miss Trave, are you writing poetry, or drinking?" Neither the Emperor nor the Empress were present today. The person who organized such a flowing water poetry meeting was the second-in-command of the harem, Qin Guifei. At this moment, it was Qin Guifei who spoke out.

Only then did Qingge notice that Cui Fu was sitting opposite the night. I was looking across the stream.

"Fu'er is not talented, and if she can't write poetry, she will drink bars." As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.

Who doesn't know that Cui Fu is a well-known talented woman in the capital. Such an intention is just to make the prince make some statements. For example, she says domineeringly, "You can't drink more" or snatches her glass and says, "I'll drink it for you". The mind of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl is revealed without embellishment.

Qingge couldn't help but sigh that he was also a person who lived in his thirties in his previous life, and he had already passed the age of being young and frivolous. Even if there is that kind of love in my heart, I am suppressed to the depths of my heart by my own foresight and thoughtfulness. When I thought of this, I couldn't help but look towards the long dragon tail. It was crowded, where could she see the person she wanted.

"Miss Trave, according to the rules, you will be fined three glasses, are you sure you want to drink?" Qin Guifei asked with some embarrassment. Also glanced at the crown prince. I saw that the prince was also looking back, not knowing what he was looking at, and he did not notice that the atmosphere here had changed due to his indifference.

Cui Fu had already said what he said, but the prince ignored it, he could only bite his lip and nod his head to make sure, but he already hated in his heart. She clearly saw that when she finished saying this, the prince's drinking movements paused slightly, but he did not look at her, but at Princess Wanyang beside her. Princess Wanyang looked around absentmindedly, and he also looked in her direction.

They didn't care about such a banquet at all, they didn't care about anyone else. Their own performance could not arouse the slightest ripple in their eyes. In terms of background and talent, she can be sure that no one can match the prince so much except her. What's more, the emperor and queen have already approved that she is the future crown princess. Engagement is just a matter of day.

If the prince is an ordinary woman, she can let her stay by the prince's side generously, and when she becomes a real queen, she is afraid that she will not be able to control her? But Qingge is a princess who came out halfway, and she can't move. Make her jealous and hateful.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, look at ......," Qin Guifei reminded in embarrassment. The fact that this Miss Cui Fu is about to become the crown princess is well known to everyone in the entire harem. She hosted this liuyu meeting today, and she couldn't let Miss Cui be wronged here. If she is not happy here, she turns around and cries in front of the queen, and she may suffer.

Coming back to his senses without a trace, his narrow eyes stared at Trive opposite. "There is no etiquette today, and there are no elders present, since she wants to drink, she must drink to the fullest."

Cui Fu's face was flushed, and she tilted her head and slowly drank the wine in the white jade cup.

The crowd applauded, and the feather fell into the stream again, swirling, and slowly descended.

At the end of the first round, seven or eight people were already slightly drunk, and they wrote down five poems. "Ding", another long sound, the second round began.

I saw that the feather was swaying in front of the light song, stopping in place and spinning.

"I drink." Qingge said lightly. This jade pot is a green plum wine, with some plum green and astringent taste, placed in the cold stream water has already been calmed to the heart, the bottle body hung a thin layer of water droplets, a mouthful into the throat, into the heart and spleen. The tension that Qingge had originally brought about because of today's plan was also smoothed.

Round 3, Round, Round, 5...... Every time it was the turn of the light song, the feather bud seemed to have eyes, and it didn't stop. In the third round, the people around you will exclaim. After a few rounds in a row, it had become an eerie silence.

Qingge sighed softly and drank another glass, her little face was already dyed crimson, and her eyes were blurred.

This scene made the hibiscus standing behind Su Ye also anxious. This is obviously someone playing tricks on the princess, how can she still drink dozens of glasses in a row so sincerely. Goodbye Miss Cui Fu opposite, admiring this scene with a soft face, as if she was enjoying flowers, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal.

"Wan, Princess Wanyang, if you can't drink it, just take one sip." Qin Guifei also had a headache, this was obviously a quarrel between the two little girls. If someone has a mistake, she can't afford to accompany them.

Su Ye's face was already full of ice, and even the hibiscus could see it, how could he not see it. Trive smiled at him gently, more like a demonstration. Since she has the support of her father and mother, she has been a lot arrogant, and now she is arrogant in front of him. It's just that this girl is dead-eyed, and she doesn't know how to resist.

With a lift of his palm, he blocked the second cup that Qingge was about to give to his mouth. Qingge's face was coquettish, and he was already a little drunk, and he was angry: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, Qingge can't write poems, so you can only drink." ”

"I don't have to drink anymore."

"But...... Yes! ”

A glass of wine was poured on the front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince under the mutual push of the two. There was a mess for a while.

Qingge had tears in her eyes: "Brother Shuye, I'm sorry." Ping'er, get my handkerchief. ”

Ping'er took a deep breath and trotted forward. Finally it was his turn to play. He took the princess's handkerchief and carefully dipped it on the front of His Highness, and with a flick of his wrist, a cold token slipped into his sleeve.

At this moment, Trave could no longer sit still. led the little maid to come over, took out her own handkerchief, protected the night behind her, and said, "There is Princess Lao, let Fu'er come." The princess also needs to avoid suspicion. "It's like a wife.

"That's what Sister Trave said." Qingge had already learned that Ping'er had succeeded, and he couldn't wait to flee the scene as soon as possible. said that he was a little drunk and retired early.

"Show me." As soon as Qingge returned to the yard and closed the door, he couldn't help but jump up excitedly.

Ping'er took out the stolen thing from her sleeve and couldn't help asking, "The princess stole it, how do you want to use it?" ”