Enter the Lingyin Mansion.

Zhao Wei led Xiong Huai to the front hall, and when the family members on the road saw the monarch, they all knelt down in fear and buckled their heads.

Xiong Huai didn't look at it, his eyes didn't squint, he was still savoring the dream just now.

The goddess in the dream was crying, and her face was full of reluctance when she left, does this mean that in fact, she is deeply in love and reluctant to leave, but it is just some realistic factors that make her have to choose to part?

The beauty's farewell voice seemed to still echo in his ears, and he responded to Zhao Xuan's words casually, while his mind followed the goddess and ran out of the clouds.

“…… This Zheng Sleeve is the first beauty of Zheng Guo, it is said that she was born at night, and when she left her mother's womb, she held the hanging li, which lit up the whole village. ”

Xiong Huai: I'll just watch you blow quietly.

"Later, the more she grew up, the more beautiful she became, and her reputation spread far and wide, after Han destroyed Zheng Guo, Han Zhaohou heard of her reputation and wanted to marry her, but she refused to obey, I was in Zhengdi at that time, because of fate, I met her who wanted to die, and I saved her."

"This Zheng sleeve girl lives in the East Chamber now, she lives in a simple house on weekdays, treats people friendly, gentle and respectful, and there is no one who does not praise her up and down in the house." After that, Zhao Wei put an old face on his face, looked at Xiong Huai with deep meaning, and said, "Hanging Li is a supreme treasure, and Miss Zheng is also lucky." ”

"Oh? Is it really that amazing? Xiong Huai deliberately showed curiosity.

He smiled and said, "Then let her bring her and her Meiyu over to see Bugu!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a small conversation sounded outside the door, and Xiong Huai glanced at it.

Zhao Wei took the lead and said loudly: "Who is outside?" Why don't you come in and meet the Maharaja! ”

Half a minute later, Mrs. Zhao walked in, and after saluting, she looked at Zhao with a sad face, and she wanted to say nothing.

Seeing that his wife's expression was not as calm as usual, Zhao Wei keenly noticed that something was wrong, but the Maharaja was at the scene, and it was not good to pull his wife for interrogation, so he could only be anxious.

Xiong Huai saw that the couple's face was as wonderful as a palette, and he was amused, and deliberately said with a straight face: "Bugu is here, what difficulties have you and your husband encountered?" Or did you make a big mistake? Cowering like a quail! ”

Mrs. Zhao's back was stiff and sweat was dripping.

Just now she heard Lin Er's report that Zheng Sleeve was intercepted by Jin Shang, and now when she was playing pitching with several sons, she almost fainted. While secretly complaining that Zheng Sleeve dropped the chain at the critical moment, she was thinking about countermeasures.

Before walking into the front hall, she originally wanted to say to Xiong Huai: "Zheng Sleeve is unwell, and he has a scab on his face, which is inconvenient to meet guests." ”

But when she walked in front of Xiong Huai, her courage to lie had already broken.

The expression on the face of this maharaja is worth playing, and those eyes seem to see through everything, teaching her not to dare to talk nonsense.

Besides, who knows if the Maharaja will wander around on a whim! If it is worn by then, it will be a crime of deception!

"Gift...... Yu Dajun, Sister Zheng Sleeve is having fun in the pot throwing pavilion, why don't you sit down for a while, and the courtiers will immediately let people bring her. ”

"Pitching pot, hehe, she must be a wonderful woman, no need, beauties will always have privileges, just go this way!"

Xiong Huai, who was originally in low spirits, suddenly refreshed.

He had the intention to tease this sad couple, knowing that he might see a sweaty, disheveled, and sweaty 'first beauty' when he went this time.

Who made Zhao Wei talk so much this morning? As soon as he 'lost' his goddess, he couldn't wait to recommend Zheng Sleeve, didn't this make him unhappy?

He believes that no matter which woman in the mortal world can only be regarded as a vulgar fan in front of the goddess of Wushan, and any 'first beauty in Zheng State' and 'the first beauty in Chu State' can only be ashamed of herself in front of her.

However, he still has a little pity for the jade, he thinks, others are already dead women, miserable enough, as long as it is not too ugly, he will make fun of a few words, otherwise she is too ashamed and angry, what should she do if she is bent on death?

……

Xiong Huai admired Zhaoxi's changeable old face all the way.

"Dajun, this Zheng Sleeve has been raised in the countryside since he was a child, although he has an innocent and romantic atmosphere, but he also has the ugliness and ignorance of ordinary girls, if she is not sensible later, please be more lenient with Dajun." Zhao Wei said.

As soon as the words fell, the sweet laughter of a young woman came not far ahead, and its voice was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, delicate, Xiong Huai unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Jin Shang, you're losing again!" The woman laughed.

"If you are willing to lose your bet, you will be punished as much as you love!"

Then there was the laughter and coaxing of the young men.

Zhao Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his back was pressed even lower.

After walking a few more steps, Xiong Huai stopped, next to the pot throwing kiosk, watching from a distance.

Zhao Wei and his wife, who were barely accompanying the car, were sweaty and red under the scorching sun.

Zhao Wei cried bitterly in his heart, he kept looking at Xiong Huai, and screamed in his heart: "I'm a good prince, what do you want to do!" ”

The Maharaja has a beautiful big hat made of feathers, but they don't have any protective measures!

But he couldn't guess the mind of this prince, so he could only wait on the side tremblingly, sometimes looking at the monarch, sometimes glancing at the pot pavilion.

The young people in the pitching pot pavilion didn't know what they were doing, so they blocked it with a screen, and from this angle, they could only see the shadowy figures.

"You, come here." When he heard Xiong Huai speak, he subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but saw Xiong Huai calling a little maid by the pitcher pavilion.

"Aren't they throwing pots? Why put up a screen? ”

The maid's body trembled, knelt on the ground, and stumbled and said: "Previously, Miss Zheng competed with several sons and won a few times, but Jin Gongzi was not convinced, so Miss Zheng proposed to sit on her back and throw back, but Jin Gongzi was still not convinced, so Miss Zheng asked people to move a screen, block it, and make a blind vote." ”

The pot throwing game during the Warring States period is mostly held after the banquet (the existing walk after the meal to eliminate food, there is a pot throwing competition in ancient times), the guests and the host sit on their seats, after three please and three lets, the two pots are put on the opposite seat opposite the chairman by the division, the guests and the host listen to the piano song "Tanuki Head", with the rhythm of the music, start to throw the pot, put the eight arrows into the pot, and the one who hits more wins.

In the maid's mouth, Xiong Huai heard a different way of throwing pots, he was in a relaxed mood, his eyebrows and eyes rose, and he stepped forward.

He was so eager to try it that he even wanted to join the group.

The young people under the pitching kiosk had already started another round of games, and this time it was still the simple and cheerful female voice.

"Jin Shang, call me 'good sister', bring me a bowl of wine, and I'll spare you, what's the matter?" Zheng Sleeve said.

Meeting friends in games is really a good way to establish friendship, Zheng Sleeve has only been here for a long time, and he quickly became familiar with a few sons, so that he was a little open-mouthed, and his flying expression was the same as that of a winning rooster.

"I'm not such an unreasonable person, although you say that I have no talent and no virtue and my mouth is broken, but ......" The female voice is still ringing.

Xiong Huai snorted coldly, smiled, and said: "Be friendly, gentle and respectful, captivate the country and the city, and have the posture of heaven and man." His voice was full of sarcasm.

Zhao's old face was about to hang to the ground, and he glanced at his wife and lowered his head.

Xiong Huai made a cold face, waved his sleeves, and turned around.

At this time, the exclamation of the guards came from beside him, "Protect the Maharaja!" ”

Xiong Huai turned around and saw an arrow digging deep into the ground, and it was only half a meter away from his toes.

"Si shot, did you hit?" The delicate and light female voice reached the ears of everyone present.

Xiong Huai: Very good, Zheng Sleeve, I remember you.