In the blink of an eye, it was spring, and at the end of March, the flowers were falling.

The streets of Tiandu, the capital of Daxia, are covered with brocade and snow, and the red residual fragrance carries a decadent atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of curling silk and bamboo, which is not smoky.

As soon as the drizzle at dusk stopped, the setting sun poured down thousands of rays of light from the western sky through the not very thick clouds, reflecting the already prosperous Tiandu Market more brilliantly.

This is when the tired birds return to the nest and the pedestrians return home, but the Hongmeng Street is crowded with people, crowded one after another, as if rushing to see what is lively.

If you look closely, most of the people standing on the street are young women, all of whom have a more or less expectant look on their faces, and whisper from time to time.

On the second floor of the Chunming Tea House facing the street, there are two people sitting opposite each other in the private room by the window.

The one in the north was a girl dressed as a foreigner, born slender and plump, charming and charming, especially those big eyes, hot and bold when looking at people, as if she would never be shy.

All over her body was adorned with gold ornaments and gemstones, and everything was a treasure.

Sitting opposite her was a young man in red, with hosta hairpins, a brute belt, a handsome face, and a graceful demeanor, which was unforgettable at first sight.

From time to time, the foreign girl looked out of the window, her big charming eyes filled with anxiety.

The young man had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, holding a cup in one hand and playing with the little golden turtle tied around his waist with the other.

The streets, which used to be noisy, suddenly fell silent.

Half of the foreign girl's body leaned out of the window, and she shouted excitedly, "Look! Childe Lantai is here! ”

The young man in red slowly stood up and looked out, only to see a young man dressed in white riding a black horse under his crotch in the middle of the street, with a dignified complexion, picturesque eyebrows, a quiet and diluted bearing, without a trace of fireworks, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Beauty is beautiful, but it's a pity that it's so cold that it's going to die." ”

When the foreign girl heard this, her eyebrows immediately fluttered and said, "I want him to be cold!" It's easy to get tired of getting started with it. I have long heard that the children of the Sima family are all handsome, and Sima Lantai is even more of the same generation! He gave a thumbs up and gestured in praise.

For the Great Xia Kingdom, the Sima family and the Gao family were equivalent to the Wang Xie family in the Jin Dynasty.

Sima Lantai is famous in Chu, but in the world, many people call him the son of Lantai.

Today is the day he returns from his studies in Xianyuan Mountain, and many people in the capital have come to admire his demeanor, and most of them are women.

Tiandu is populated and civilized, women do not wear veils when shopping, and it is not uncommon for unmarried men and women to talk on the street.

As for seeing beautiful men on the street, it is even more customary, and it is very common.

Hongmeng Street leads directly to Yunguang Gate, and people who enter the city from the south have to take Yunguang Gate, and Sima Mansion is in Baixian Lane on the east side of Hongmeng Street, so this section of the road is the only way for Sima Lantai to go home.

The girls on the street looked at Lantai Gongzi excitedly, and without exception, their hearts were flushed.

They have seen a lot of beautiful men, but such a stunning character is really rare in the world, and those who have never seen it will never believe that anyone will be like this, and those who have seen it will never forget it.

Two years ago, Sima Lantai once returned to the capital once, and that time caused the audience to be blocked, but unfortunately many people failed to catch up, and they deeply regretted it.

Sima Lantai, who was noticed by everyone, looked calm and detached, his eyes were half-drooping, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

Because of the light rain not long ago, the few strands of hair he exposed outside the crown of the wings of the plain gauze cicada were slightly moist, the white shirt hung down on his body and looked more trimmed and straight, and the placket was stained with a little falling flowers, adding a super easy forest style.

What made the girls even more fascinated was that under the white clothes of the Lantai prince was a pair of bare feet.

It's not that he is a maverick, but when he was rescuing people outside the city, his shoes were stained with mud, and he was happy by nature, and he couldn't find a replacement pair of shoes and socks for a while, so he simply took them off.

"Help me take a look," the foreign girl grabbed the wrist of the young man in red and said hurriedly, "and he will walk over in a moment." ”

"It's a little far away," the young man in red said unhurriedly, "and I can't see the face." ”

The foreign girl was in a hurry, muttered a few words of her own dialect, and asked in Chinese: "Then what should I do?" ”

"You throw a teacup and hit him on the head, and I can see it as soon as he looks up." The young man in red smirked.

"What kind of idea are yours!" The foreign girl was displeased: "What if the appearance is broken?" Am I not guilty of sin? ”

She said that the Chinese accent was very strong, and the pronunciation of some words was inaccurate, and "bad ideas" became "sassy ideas" in her mouth.

"Otherwise, you can lose a ring." The young man in red raised his eyebrows and said, "If you can't say it, it's a token of love." ”

This inadvertent little action has an indescribable style, and the foreign girl can't help but be stunned.

"Don't be stupid at me, your Lantai son is going to pass." The young man in red reminded with a smile.

The foreign girl came back to her senses after hearing this, and without hesitation, she withdrew a phoenix blood jade ring from her hand and threw it out vigorously.

The ring did not hit Sima Lantai, but was dodged by him with his head lightly.

But the purpose was also achieved, and the cold gaze of the Lantai prince swept over and saw the two people by the window on the second floor of the tea house.

A noble girl with a beard, and a young man in red.

Sima Lantai's gaze only swept over the girl's face, but stayed on the young man's face for a little longer, but it was only in comparison, and he quickly turned his head and continued on his way.

When he looked up just now, his brows furrowed slightly, showing a vertical mark between the two eyebrows like an ice blade, which added a fierce aura to Wuqi's face, and the foreign girl's heart shook when she held on to the railing.

"How? Can you see it now? The foreign girl asked the young man in red, "I really want to sleep with him." ”

"Well, it's worth a night's sleep." The young man in red nodded and said, "I won't let you down, princess." ”

It turned out that this foreign girl was actually a princess, and when she heard this, she was very happy at first, and then she hesitated a little: "He is different from ordinary people's children, he can't be tied up directly like others, I have to use water grinding to make it." ”

This princess is amorous, and she came to the capital mainly to sleep with beautiful men. I heard that Sima Lantai has been known as Zhuo Yulang since he was a child, so he itched to get involved. But I was afraid that he would not be able to use a silver-like pewter spear, so I specially invited the young man in red to help her check it.

"Then it's up to you," the young man in red got up and said, "I have to go back, I've been out for a long time, and most of them will be scolded." ”

"I still have a seat in Dengxian Pavilion, aren't you going?" The foreign princess said, "I haven't thanked you yet. ”

"What's there, it's just a matter of sight." The young man in red waved his hand and walked downstairs with light steps.

The guy on the cabinet in the teahouse saw the young man in red coming downstairs, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Is Hachiro leaving?" You have to come often, and the little ones haven't waited for you enough! ”

The face of the young man in red seemed to be blowing the peach blossom wind of early spring all year round, warm and gentle, his bright eyes turned like pearls, and his polite words were not at all: "Thank you for thinking about it, I will come when I am free." ”

Occasionally, guests who don't often come to Beijing ask curiously: "Who is this son?" So handsome. ”

Dr. Tea said with a smile: "This is the son of the chief Oiran of the Eighteen Alleys of the Nine Streets, the milk name Hachiro, don't look at his young age, he is kind and generous to others, and he is a hundred clever people." ”