It's the day of the chrysanthemum feast.

As one of the protagonists, you naturally want to groom up. Dressed in a gold butterfly and wearing a floral cloud satin skirt, with a honey-colored crystal hairpin on her head, and a silver silk double-buckle bracelet.

After the makeup is finished, you admire it in front of the bronze mirror, only to see the people in the mirror with their sideburns exposed, the eyebrows and eyes are lightly swept with spring, the skin is delicate and soft as warm jade, the cherry mouth is not dotted and red, delicate and beautiful, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed with the wind to add a bit of seductive style, and the eyes that rotate flexibly turn wisely, a little naughty, a little naughty. The thin waist is not in a hand, so beautiful that it is so flawless, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

You straighten out your collar and smile sweetly. "Tassel, where's Takeside-kun?"

"Back to Your Highness, the side monarch has been waiting outside the court for a long time."

"Really?" You lift the hem of your skirt and run outside, pushing open the door, and the man who is as warm as a bamboo is standing there in between.

Tall and elegant figure. The clothes are blue-blue gold moire round-necked robes, and the fabric is a good Shu embroidery, with a cloak on the outside, and the snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head complement each other. The chin is slightly raised, and the peach blossom eyes are refracted like a galaxy of brilliance.

That sentence suddenly came to mind, from now on, the mountains are high and the sea is wide, and the fireworks in the world are none of you, and none of them are you.

You ran down the steps quickly and rushed into Teng Yanbai's arms. "Look at me, it's not good!"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a sultry arc. "You, like a man, love to dress up."

"What's wrong with men, what's wrong with women, everyone has a love for beauty." After saying that, he took his hand and walked out.

Teng Yanbai smiled behind you, and secretly thought in his heart, "If, if you knew my true purpose at the beginning, would you still treat me like this?" ”

You have thought of the grandeur of the chrysanthemum feast, but you have never imagined that it will be so spectacular. The chrysanthemums in the garden are blooming one after another, and there are more than 10,000 of them, all of which are transported from all over the country. finally understood why Du Mu would write the sentence "Every time you hate Tao Pengze, you have no money for chrysanthemums".

It was the heroism of "after my flowers bloomed, a hundred flowers were killed, and the city was full of golden armor"; It is the arrogance of "the sassy west wind is planted all over the yard, and the cold fragrance and cold butterflies are difficult to come"; That is still the high purity of "Lan has a beautiful chrysanthemum, and Huai Jia can not forget".

The eyes are full of gold, bright and amazing, bright and force your eyes.

Look at the empress sitting on the high platform, rust red sprinkled with bright gold carved silk crab claws chrysanthemum palace dress, burnt blue inlaid with gold flowers. It's even better than the chrysanthemums in the garden.

And the princes and ministers also talked happily. Some toast each other, some talk highly, and some secretly discuss with you county lords.

The banquet is approaching**, and the musicians in the middle of the stage are playing happily. You know it's a rare folk music performance.

But you have no interest in any of this, and you pinch the nuts on the table with your hands. Looking at Teng Yanbai on the men's seat in the distance, he was toasted by the families of various county lords, and thought to himself, "If you knew this, it would be better to let him be with you, at least there is someone to talk to you." ”

At this moment, suddenly, a son is like your eye.

He was out of place for the whole banquet, wearing an inky satin robe with silver openwork hibiscus trim exposed. He wears a jade belt around his waist and holds an ivory folding fan. He reclined in the garden outside the railing, as bright as if he was about to summon back to spring.

You say he's cold, and his eyes have the charm that all men in this era have, you say his mother, but between his eyebrows and eyes are all handsome teenagers, he doesn't say a word, just leaning quietly there.

You beckoned to Momo. "Little Peach, who is the inner son?"