Zhan Ruge didn't have the slightest pride of victory, as usual, but the light in her eyes suddenly flourished, and the momentum of her thin body was brought out, and she was the only one in heaven and earth.

At this time, no one can ignore this sick and weak and cowardly woman who once lingered on the sickbed, she was like a fireball, burning fiercely, shining on this side, eye-catching.

Chu Feng took out the folding fan and pressed it against his chin, his peach blossom eyes were shining, his eyes were smiling, and Yan Hui next to him whispered, "This Miss Zhan is not simple." ”

A 'war' without gunpowder smoke ended, and everyone looked at the silent young woman, and their hearts slowly settled, but they couldn't use their previous gaze again.

As Yan Hui said, a voice came to everyone's hearts at the same time-

This Miss Zhan is not simple!

Mrs. Wu'anhou's feet were soft, her whole body leaned on Wu'anhou's body, her hands were folded, and she silently recited Amitabha Buddha in her heart, "A little luck, otherwise ......" was strong in front of the emperor, and lost the competition, how to explain.

Wu Anhou's eyes sank, and his thoughts were different, he was not a woman's opinion, but he suddenly felt that his daughter seemed to have changed into a different person, and even he couldn't see through it.

"The princess conceded." The voice of Zhan Ruge is like a pine branch after the snow falls, don't pluck it, the snow is white, turn around, and salute the emperor and the concubine, "The courtiers are lucky, and they live up to the emperor's grace." ”

The emperor patted the dragon's head with his hand, and laughed loudly: "Okay, good, Wu'anhou, tiger father and no dog girl, your daughter, give me a big surprise, I didn't expect that the woman in Beijing not only has poetry and songs, but also knows the art of war." ”

Wu Anhou was beside him, and the other officials congratulated him at the same time, he accepted the emperor's praise with a stiff smile, and bowed back to the other officials one by one, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, Yu Guang glanced at his daughter, and treated it indifferently, much calmer than his father.

Princess Fushan lost the competition, listening to the compliments to Wu Anhou and Zhan Ruge in her ears, her face was distorted, red for a while, blue for a while, she raised a pair of resentful eyes at Zhan Ruge angrily, it was all this woman, otherwise how could she be so embarrassed!

Behind it was the undisguised contempt of those ladies and ladies—

"Hehe, I thought this Xiliang princess was so powerful."

"The tone is quite sufficient, the result...... It's a paper tiger......

"Cluck-cluck-"

Covering her mouth and laughing, those laughter were small and fragmented, and Princess Fushan found that her ears had never been so sharp, and she heard those sarcasm and mockery clearly, and felt even more embarrassed.

The emperor was in a happy mood and rewarded Zhan Ruge with some things, and Concubine Jin even beckoned Zhan Ruge to sit down next to her, and the two occasionally whispered, Zhan Ruge was neither humble nor arrogant, not shocked, and there was no pride shown by this.

"Marquis Zhan, your family's glory and ancestry depend on Miss Zhan." Some officials have a good relationship with the Zhan family, and teased: "Don't forget the brothers when you go back." ”

The corners of Wu Anhou's mouth twitched, not to mention that he was still a little frightened now, and he couldn't come back to his senses, "Hehe, children are playing around, it's not serious." ”

Concubine Jin took Zhan Ruge's hand, her always dignified and graceful face was also a lot more kind, and her tone softened, "It's rare for girls in this palace to be interested in military books, but you are different." ”

Zhan Ruge's eyes were half drooping, and he sat there, his back straight into a straight line, "I've been sick since I was a child, and I have no other pastime, so I read more books." ”

Concubine Jin smiled and said ominously, "It's good to read." ”

Zhan Ruge is not like other women, that is, she has not been favored by Concubine Jin, otherwise she will definitely have to please a few words, but she is very sorry for the words, unless Concubine Jin asks, she will never say much, that quiet look, as if obedient, but the thick ink under her eyes rolls, as if she is not as calm as she seems.

Suddenly, the drooping eyes reflected a pair of snow-colored embroidery boots, embroidered with a plum blossom with silver thread on the side, a few points of heart in the middle, and the corners of the silver robe were rubbed, as if there was snow and plum blossoms.

"Yours." The clouds are like a pluck, and the voice is soft, as if it has been soaked in marshmallow, with a little sweet and silky coolness.

A jade pendant hung in the air, and with the cyan thread upward, it wrapped around a finger as clear as ice.

Zhan Ruge stood up, and smiled at the face of the King of Shangqing, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if he was so gentle and handsome at any time, but his eyes were dark and clear, as if he could see the bottom at a glance, but he couldn't see anything, "What?" No? ”

The reward of the victor who said that it was good, Zhan Ruge stretched out his hand to take it, pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Thank you King Qing for the reward." ”

The king of Qing bowed his head to her, polite and detached, and he was obviously a gentleman, but he made people feel the ubiquitous sense of distance.

When Zhan Ruge sat down, Concubine Jin sighed softly, and only she could hear the voice, "If King Qing hadn't been sick since he was a child...... It's a pity ......"

Concubine Jin left Xiliang for more than 20 years, and when she left, King Qing was still an infant child, and at that time she looked like a cute little person like a snow sculpture, but she was born with a disease, and her life was not smooth, and she didn't live long.

After taking someone's things, Zhan Ruge felt that the jade pendant was hot in the palm of his hand, so it was rare to say more, "I heard that the Medicine King Valley can cure the world's strange diseases." ”

Concubine Jin smiled, "The god of the Medicine King Valley is elusive, where to find it, besides, he is congenitally deficient, not a disease that can be treated, this child has a hard life, and he has no parents when he was a child......" Speaking of this, Jin Guifei thought of something, her face was a little unpleasant, her brows were lightly furrowed, and she didn't say anything more.

"Okay, you kid, let's be bored with this palace, go down and play with the others." patted Zhan Ruge's hand, saw that she was uncomfortable, and asked her to retreat after speaking.

The hall had already been complimented, and all the Jokhang people present felt that they breathed a big sigh of relief in front of the other three kingdoms, especially the Xiliang people, and they all called Miss Zhanjia good in their hearts, laughing loudly, and discussing without restraint.

The princess of Fushan stood stunned for a long time, then asked the people around her to take it down, took a few sips of the wine jug, suddenly raised her head, looked in one direction, and a resentful light shot out of her eyes.

The prince of Beidi grabbed the wine glass and smiled meaninglessly, raised his head and drank it all, which was a pity.

A new round of dancing girls came up, and the banquet was still lively, except for a few people who were unhappy, everyone else was very happy.

Rong Ruo watched Zhan Ruge leave from Concubine Jin and sit back in her original position, someone stammered, and her reaction was also faint, and soon the others did not bother with any interest, only the mother and daughter of the Zhan family remained.

"Little ......" Mrs. Wu Anhou held back her words in her heart, but when she wanted to speak, she didn't know where to start.

Zhan Ruge was calm, and only said: "The daughter will go back and solve the doubts with her mother and father." ”

"Okay." With so many people, it's really not the place to speak.

Rong Ruo touched her chin, and felt more and more that this Zhan Ruge might really be like her, suspicious, too suspicious.

Chu Feng and Yan Hui exchanged wine, half a jar down, already a little drunk, the corners of the peach blossom eyes were a little red, the demon was like a peach blossom in March, touching the wine glass to drink, seeing a person walking around, he patted Yan Hui and said: "Boss Yan, look at the ...... over there"

Yan Hui's amount of alcohol was practiced in the barracks, the northwest was bitterly cold, and drinking two sips of spirits at night could resist the cold, and he was not on it at this time, his face was as usual, he looked over, Chu Feng asked him to see Dongling Lu Xiang, and at this time he walked to Mu Beichen's side.

"I almost forgot, Princess Jing is the princess of Dongling." Chu Feng pinched his head with two fingers, feeling that his body was a little shaky, "My mother said that when Mrs. Yunman was still in the harem, the emperor didn't look at anyone else at all......"

Yan Hui covered his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Be cautious." ”

Chu Feng broke free, his eyes widened, his peach blossom eyes were foggy, a little hazy, and the corners of his mouth provoked a three-point arc, "Hehe, Boss Yan, you said that King Jing is so beautiful and fragrant, is it very similar to Mrs. Yunman." ”

Yan Hui gave up on him and sat away from him, saving him from being involved in the time.

Chu Feng shook his head, "No, there are too many goods in my stomach, I'll put a little bit of it." ”

Yan Hui frowned at his stumbling steps, raised his hand and made a gesture for people to follow him.

On Mu Beichen's side, Lu Xiang came over with a wine glass, "King Jing." ”

Mu Beichen turned around, Lu Xiang stood beside him, he got out of the way, and the person sat aside, and said with a smile: "Before coming this time, my emperor specially explained to Weichen and said hello to King Jing for the emperor." ”

"Thank you Emperor Dongling for your concern." Mu Beichen's tone is sparse, and he treats strangers no differently.

Lu Xiang seemed to be used to it, "King Jing can personally write a letter to express his gratitude." ”

Mu Beichen held the wine glass, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said, "This king has nothing to say to him." ”

Lu Xiang raised his glass, "Weichen heard that Prince Dazhao was abolished. ”

Mu Beichen lowered his head and took a sip of wine without speaking, and Lu Xiang chuckled: "King Jing, Weichen thinks that a person's strength is limited, and he still needs a backer to be more stable, what do you think?" ”

Mu Beichen pressed his thumb against the mouth of the wine glass, his cold eyes were raised, his eyes were deep, like a well in autumn and winter, deep and invisible, "What does he want." ”

Speak directly and without any emotion.

Lu Xiang looked at the emperor and Concubine Jin, his eyes were full of gold, luxurious and graceful, he moved his mouth, holding the wine glass with both hands, just in front of his lips, "Jidong Island." ”

Jidong Island is in the east of Jingnan, separated by a narrow coast, now belonging to the territory of Jokhang, is the last barrier of the Jokhang and Dongling, and the only 30,000 sailors of the Jokhang are raised on it.

Mu Beichen's cold eyes swept lightly, "Tell him, don't talk about it." ”

Lu Xiang knew that it was not so easy, so he retracted his gaze quite meaningfully, with a little light in the corner of his inner eye, and said in an ominous voice: "Princess Zhuyue was murdered." ”

"What do you want to say?" Mu Beichensen's cold gaze fell on his face, his face was half cloudy and half bright, as if he had been cut into two parts.

Lu Xiang smiled slightly: "I want to cooperate with the prince." ”

Mu Beichen's thin lips were lowered coldly, his jaw line was cold, and his words were like ice, "This king never talks about conditions." ”