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The Lotus Immortal Pavilion is located in the center of the lake, it is really a good place to appreciate the lotus, seeing the blue leaf lotus lotus, the red stamen Tufang, Liang Bozhao took the hand of Ning Xiang, just stepped into the Lotus Immortal Pavilion, it was a burst of refreshment.

There are already a lot of dignitaries and nobles in the pavilion, there is no lack of officials in the court, all of them are sitting at the table with their families, and after seeing Liang Bozhao, they have got up to greet the Marquis of Dingbei.

Liang Bozhao bowed his hand and returned the salute to everyone, Ning Xiang had also learned some of the rules in the capital with his grandmother in the house in the past few days, and at this time, he also blessed those female dependents, but he was still a little panicked in his heart, only hanging his eyes, not daring to look closely.

After Liang Bozhao greeted everyone, he sat down on the main seat with Ning Xiang, and it didn't take long for Ning Xiang to listen to a male voice, and the laughter was hearty, and it came with the breeze; "Xiao Wang is late, it's really rude, please don't blame the adults!"

Come to think of it, this is the Rui Wangye.

Ning Xiang was in Zhangfu in his previous life, and he had also heard the name of this Rui Wangye, and knew that he was merry by nature, and he was a pilgrimage to his nephew, and he was deeply valued by the emperor.

At this time, I saw that he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a long figure and a very handsome appearance.

Everyone even called "don't dare", King Rui is easy-going by nature, even in front of those singers and dancers, he never oppresses people with his identity, and he is very popular in the court, but he sees that the ministers surround him in a circle, and he is extremely harmonious.

After a while, Yuan Zikuo finally walked in front of Liang Bozhao.

Ning Xiang had already gotten up with her husband, and suddenly saw such a high prince, Ning Xiang was holding cold sweat in her palms, she only felt uncomfortable, and her slender body quietly leaned behind her husband, revealing only half of her face.

Yuan Zikuo and Liang Bozhao have known each other for a long time, the Great Qi is the world from the troubled times, when the emperor Yuan Chongwu was a peasant, overthrew the rule of the Great Zhou, laid this piece of the foundation on horseback, passed on to the descendants, had set up a group training, the princes and grandsons of the Great Qi Dynasty and the queen of the crown must be sharpened in the army, when Yuan Zikuo, it was to go to the northern frontier field.

"I haven't seen him for a few years, and Brother Bo Zhao's heroic appearance has not diminished." Yuan Zikuo's eyes were deep, and the corners of his lips were pursed with a faint smile.

"The prince is also still in style." Liang Bozhao's voice was calm and smacked slightly.

Yuan Zikuo laughed, his gaze had already passed over Liang Bozhao and looked behind him.

"This is...."

Liang Bozhao turned sideways and said to Ning Xiang behind him; "Xiang'er, I've come to see King Rui."

Ning Xiang's heart was pounding, for fear that she would make a fool of herself, the more she tried to stabilize herself, but the more panicked she became, she noticed that so many eyes fell on her, and Ning Xiang's face slowly burned, revealing a peach-like crimson.

She lowered her eyebrows and bowed to Yuan Zikuo; "I've seen Lord Rui."

Her voice was delicate, full of the sweetness of her daughter's home, Yuan Zikuo looked at the woman in front of her, but she was a little puzzled.

The rumors of Qinzhou have been heard by Jingshi, and he has also heard of it, only when Liang Bozhao is fascinated by beauty, and the bride he marries in the folk must be beautiful and enchanting, so he will put away his iron bones.

Unexpectedly, the woman in front of her was only sixteen or seventeen years old, her complexion was snow-white, like ice and snow that could not be dissolved, a small face with melon seeds was as clean as a white lotus, her long black eyelashes were as soft as butterfly wings, and she was still trembling slightly.

It's really exciting.

"This is Brother Bo Zhao's wife?" Yuan Zikuo's eyes were bright, and he looked at Ning Xiang's small figure, as if he didn't believe it.

"Exactly." Liang Bozhao is concise and to the point.

Yuan Zikuo saw that Ning Xiang had been refusing to raise his eyes, and remembered the rumors outside, only to say that Mrs. Beihou was just a country woman, and at this time, it was true.

He had the heart to look at Ning Xiang's eyes, so he smiled and said; "Not only is Brother Bo Zhao's wife, but also Xiao Wang's sister-in-law, please accept Xiao Wang's worship."

Yuan Zikuo said, and was about to bow down, Ning Xiang panicked, quickly raised his head, and waved his hand at Yuan Zikuo; "Don't, I can't stand it..."

When she raised her head, the pair of autumn-like eyes clearly fell into Yuan Zikuo's eyes.

Clear and pure, light and beautiful.

Ning Xiang only wore a sunny skirt after the rain, a plain to the end, the long hair like a crow's wings coiled behind her head, only a white hosta was loosely held, her little hands were white and delicate, when she shook up, like a small gardenia, although Zhou did not have the grace and luxury of the noble girl of the Beijing teacher, but there was the unique elegance and sweetness of the small lady, Yuan Zikuo saw it in his eyes, but felt that the pond full of lotus flowers was compared to her eyes.

Yuan Zikuo retracted his mind, and saw that Liang Bozhao had already protected Ning Xiang behind him, and said to himself; "Neizi is innocent, if you offend, please also ask Wang Ye Haihan."

Yuan Zikuo smiled slightly, and Liang Bozhao waved each other, then walked past the two of them and sat down on the main seat.

This banquet is called appreciating lotus, the vassal elegance during the banquet, the poetry is indispensable, there are many guests of Ruiwang, among them there are many talents, and good words and sentences emerge in endlessly.

Ning Xiang didn't know anything about this, and she was very interested in seeing everyone, so she had to listen to it hard, and quietly looked at the man next to her, and saw that Liang Bozhao was sitting straight, and he didn't move for a long time, except for picking up some dishes for herself from time to time, but she didn't say a word.

"Xianggong, what are they talking about?" Ning Xiang couldn't understand those poems and sentences, so she took advantage of Liang Bozhao to bring herself a spoonful of green bamboo shoots and whispered.

Liang Bozhao said lightly; "It's nothing, it's all flattery, don't listen."

Ning Xiang replied softly, bored, and quietly looked at the ladies in the banquet, and saw that those women were all dressed in palace clothes and high buns, and they were dressed very luxuriously, but they were wearing plain clothes, which looked quite shabby.

In fact, since Ning Xiang entered the house. The housekeeper invited a tailor to tailor for her, and the silk and satin are also everything, Ning Xiang also wore these brocade clothes in Zhangfu in her previous life, but she still feels that the cloth clothes are the most comfortable to wear since she was reborn in this life, and even those golden hairpins, she doesn't like them very much, only some exquisite jade ornaments, but they can still be eye-catching.

"If I dress like this, will I be embarrassed by my father-in-law?" Ning Xiang was a little uneasy.

Liang Bozhao smiled slightly, and only squeezed her hand under the table.

Yuan Zikuo talked and laughed with everyone, but secretly kept paying attention to Liang Bozhao and Ning Xiang, and he had a full view of this scene.

Halfway through the banquet, another dancer came to perform, Ning Xiang was dazzled, opened her eyes slightly, and didn't expect to see Yuan Zikuo on the main seat.

His sword eyebrows were in his sideburns, his phoenix eyes were dignified, and there was a hint of a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, Ning Xiang was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his eyes, sat beside his husband with his cheeks down, and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

"What's wrong?" Liang Bozhao lowered his eyes and looked at his little lady.

Ning Xiang didn't dare to say to her husband, Lord Rui was looking at herself, so she had to shake her head, and said that it was nothing.

At this moment, the dancing girls in the banquet had all receded, and everyone was still talking about wine, and suddenly, there was a singing voice from the lake, at first it was ethereal, and it was not very clear, but gradually, the voice became more and more clear, more and more clear and tactful.

During the banquet, everyone's wine glasses slowly stopped, and the chopsticks in the hands of the ladies also rested, and everyone looked like a lake, all looking for this song.

Even Liang Bozhao frowned slightly, and looked like the center of the lake with everyone.

Ning Xiang first listened to this song, and felt a little familiar, and after listening carefully for a while, she suddenly remembered the singer of Qin Chulou, such a beautiful voice, she would never hear it wrong.

Originally, the woman's voice was soft and charming, and she should have sung some beautiful songs, but this song has a faint desolation, and a little Xiao Suo, the tone of this song is a little strange, it is not as graceful and moving as the Jiangnan song, nor is it like the glamorous sound that Jingshi is in vogue at the moment, but with a little sadness, and the aftermath is lingering.

"Hey, this song sounds like a folk song from the northern part of Xinjiang." I don't know who said such a sentence during the banquet, Ning Xiang saw Liang Bozhao's eyes move slightly, but his hands were clenched into fists, and his bones trembled slightly.

Ning Xiang knew that he had been in Northern Xinjiang for ten years, and when he saw that his husband's expression was different, he only asked softly; "Xianggong, is this a folk song from Northern Xinjiang?"

"Yes. I've heard it in Northern Xinjiang. Liang Bozhao nodded, his voice a little hoarse.

The song is getting closer and closer, everyone's eyes are all attracted to the past, Liang Bozhao's face is gloomy, and when he looks up, he sees a small boat, like a woman's silk shoes, floating slowly over, and the woman on the boat is wearing a lotus leaf blue dress, the breeze blows the corners of her skirt, it is a scene like a fairy.

And the song is also sung to the end, and it gradually becomes inaudible.

The red makeup went ashore, and the action was like a weak willow supporting the wind, and he walked to the king of Rui and made a salute; "The prince set up a banquet, the red makeup is long overdue, and I ask the prince to forgive the sin!"

King Rui smiled faintly, raised his hand, and signaled that the red makeup was exempted.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." The red makeup stood up straight, and the face was not powdered, clean and clean, showing the facial features just right in front of everyone.

"What kind of song did you just sing, how come you haven't heard it before this king?" King Rui asked.

The red makeup blessed the body, and said softly; "Wang Ye Rongyu, this little song sung by Red Makeup is not from Jingshi, but when Red Makeup was young, he heard it from his sister, and it was ugly on a whim today."

"Oh, could it be that the girl in red makeup is from Northern Xinjiang? This song sounds quite like the charm of northern Xinjiang. A man sitting at the head of the right opened his mouth and asked.

The red makeup bowed his head and bowed slightly to the man, "The adult has good ears, the red makeup was originally from the northern Xinjiang, I dare not hide it from the adult, this song is actually created by my sister, in this world, I am afraid that no one has heard it except for red makeup." ”

"In that case, we're in for a feast today!" Yuan Zi smiled at the corner of his lips, and after saying this, his eyes looked towards Liang Bozhao who was below, and saw that Liang Bozhao's burly body did not move, only a pair of dark eyes fell on the body with red makeup.