After leaving, Wei Luo stayed in the back garden, sweating profusely practicing her swordsmanship.

For swordsmanship, she has a strong sense of dependence, and always feels that this is the foundation of her life in the world. In this world, nothing is reliable, wealth is unreliable, love is unreliable, only it, only this kind of personal bravery, is the biggest capital she has in this troubled world. is the premise for her to settle down and come and go freely!

Therefore, she has always been engrossed in practicing whenever she has free time.

At her current level, flying flowers and falling leaves can be turned into wooden swords, flowing water and clouds, and even more implying sword momentum.

When she was fully immersed in the way of the sword, not only was her mind empty, her mind was calm, and she also had a sense of pleasure that she could control everything.

Wei Luo knew that her current swordsmanship had improved compared to when she was in the Chu State.

Tonight's banquet was unprecedentedly grand.

Wei Luo bathed and changed clothes, it was already the end of Shen and the beginning of the first month, and the sun had just sunk into the horizon.

Surrounded by the swordsmen's maids, Wei Luo got into the carriage and began to drive into the Jin Palace.

The streets of Nitta are also bustling at this moment. As the city returned home from the setting sun, the carriages of emissaries from various countries filled the streets.

In the dense carriage, as soon as Wei Luo's carriage drove out, everyone looked at her and gave way.

Mrs. Jin's carriage can be seen by everyone at a glance.

Wei Luo sat in the carriage and heard the pedestrians in the streets, the envoys of various countries, pointing at his carriage. Snow shadows drift by

"Is this Mrs. Jin?"

"Yes, I heard that he was jealous!"

"It's a pity! Jin Hou accepts this woman as his wife, and Jin will be destroyed? ”

"The ladies of the two cities are beautiful, and the husbands cherish them, which is really ordinary."

"I want to see the true face of the beauty."

"Such a jealous woman, I am afraid that although her face is beautiful, she is like a compliment, and she has a bewitching and bewitching state?"

Wei Luo listened, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a swish, Wei Luo stretched out his snowy little hand and opened all the carriage curtains on both sides, so that his face was suddenly exposed.

All the chatter was silent.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked at Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the floor and wearing a big red robe.

At this time, Wei Luo, black hair like clouds, white skin like fat, black eyes like stars, she sat on her knees like this, the corners of her mouth faintly smiled, her slightly constricted eyebrows and eyes with a coldness, the whole person, just like her character, has an awe-inspiring beauty.

There was a kind of light on her body, a kind of blooming, calm bearing because of her own strength. This kind of light, bearing, and demeanor is all unique.

It's these men who are used to seeing all kinds of beauties and have never seen them.

This kind of graceful and luxurious awe-inspiring posture, where can the praise of the people of the Lust, the demon women like Da Ji have?

The carriage slowly moved forward, and on the left and right, the wise men and magnates who were either highly respected, well-informed, or young and promising, were all following Wei Luo's carriage, all looking at her.

Looking at it, everyone's minds couldn't help but think of the deeds of the woman in front of them. Capture the king of Chu with his hands, curb the king of Chu to kill himself, force the grandmaster with a sword, and retreat from the Qin and Chu army.

Yes, such a woman, who may be out of the ordinary, will never be a woman of Israel!

In the midst of all the silence, the silence, the look and the discussion, Wei Luo's carriage took the lead in entering the palace of the King of Jin.

It was night, there were torches burning everywhere, as soon as Wei Luo entered the palace, he found that the main hall of the Jin Palace's reception was already full of people, and the square was full of traffic.

When the warriors saw her carriage, they bowed their heads in unison, and raised their hands to the sky in a big salute.

Wei Luo's carriage drove through the square where the messengers' carriages depended, and came to the courtyard behind the square.

She slowly stepped out of the carriage.

When she stepped out of the carriage, two palace maids walked towards her at the same time, and called out, "The prince ordered the lady to enter the palace quickly." ”

Wei Luo nodded.

Led by two palace maids, she walked towards the side door of the main hall.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, Wei Luo saw Jing Ling, who was kneeling on the top of the collapse, wearing a black robe, Hou Guan was majestic, and his figure was like a mountain.

At the same time, as she stepped into the main hall, the distinguished guests of the first hall looked up at her.

As if intimidated by her brilliance, the hall was quieter.

Wei Luo lowered her eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she slowly came to the right side of Jingling and knelt down on the collapsed table.

She had just knelt down when a clear voice came from the door of the main hall, "The Marquis of Zhongshan has arrived!" ”

"Oak Hou has arrived!"

……

The endless stream of emissaries and magnates began to enter, and everyone's attention turned away from Wei Luo's body.

Wei Luo smiled at the corner of his mouth, quietly looking at the magnates of various countries who kept stepping into the main hall. From beginning to end, Jingling, who was sitting in front of her, never looked back at her, and she didn't say a word.

Wei Luo knew that the content of his conversation with Su in the morning must have reached his ears. He must be angry because of his obsession, right?

"Knock-dong-" the drum beats.

The sound of the drum is a sign that the time for the feast has arrived. At this time, there were already eight or nine people sitting in the main hall, and Wei Luo took a cursory look and knew that among the envoys of all countries, at least twenty-five or six envoys of various countries had already sat on the seats.

Jingling stood up, raised the wine bottle and shook it to the envoys, and said with a smile: "All gentlemen came to Xintian to congratulate me, Jingling is very fortunate!" Please drink this cup! ”

The crowd drank it all.

Jingling raised the full wine bottle again, and said with a smile: "Jingling was sealed by Zhou Tianzi and succeeded to the position of the Marquis of Jin. Lucky for the ghosts! Please drink this cup! ”

The crowd drank it all again.

After three rounds of drinking, Jingling sat down.

The chime bell rang leisurely, and the palace maids shuttled in, cloth food, and poured wine.

In the main hall, countless burning torches flickered vigorously, and in the entire hall, everyone began to laugh constantly.

Scattered behind Jingling and Wei Luo, the musicians on the side of the chimes began to play the music of the princes welcoming the guests, and the whole hall was warm and bright with a sense of joy.

At this time, Jing Ling leaned up slightly behind him.

He approached Wei Luo and said without looking back: "When you are questioned, your words are more intense. ”

Wei Luo was stunned.

She looked at Jingling in amazement, and couldn't believe her ears.

He actually said that he wanted him to answer the questions of the people fiercely.

Her heart was beating wildly!

She trembled her lips, and called in a low, soft voice: "Jingling? ”

Jing Ling ignored her. However, he remained seated close to Wei Luo, and did not move away from her.

Wei Luo blinked, a smile flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, her cherry lips curled, her voice was charming, and she called softly and gently: "Master? ”

Jing Ling let out a soft snort from his nose heavily, which was regarded as an answer.

Wei Luo pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes rolled, her big sleeves were slightly raised, and her small hands stretched out from the bottom of her sleeves, gently holding his big hands.

Jingling did not avoid it.

Wei Luo softly held one of his fingers, the fingertips scratched his palm, and called softly: "Master." ”

Jing Ling let out a soft snort from his nose again.

Wei Luo smiled and bent his eyebrows, and let out a delicate whisper from his nose, "Somehow, I was so tired when I woke up this morning. The word "tired" dragged a little tail. The tone of Yue Di is originally a soft sound, coupled with Wei Luo's voice, it is born with a sloppy voice. Her voice came out of her nose, that delicate, that pitiful and lovely, which made Jing Lingda feel a wave in her heart.

He still didn't look back, just sighed lowly, and reached out his big hand, clasping her little hand in the palm of his hand.

He held her hand tightly, and in his magnetic and heavy voice, he was unconsciously gentle, "After the feast, call the doctor to call for your pulse." ”

When Wei Luo heard this, he sighed, but it still came out of his nose, lazy, soft and light.

When Jing Ling heard it, he snorted coldly, "Cunning but not right, clever words!" ”

Wei Luo flattened his mouth aggrievedly, and weakly accused: "The master hurt me with his words!" "That voice is really not aggrieved.

Jing Ling endured the desire to turn back, he gently dragged her little hand to his thigh, the slender and rough bones, while rubbing her white and tender little hands, while sighing weakly: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, you are my obstacle!" This sigh is really helpless, so powerless!

When Wei Luo heard this, his eyes rolled and he smiled. Her laughter is crisp, sweet, soft, like water and song, and it is extremely beautiful. Jing Ling listened to her laughter, and her heart was drunk, and her anger disappeared.

He didn't expect that his anger would be dispelled by her clever words, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Wei Luowu chuckled to herself, and she called softly and softly: "Why is the master resting so much? Is it still horny? ”

Jingling was stunned, he never expected that Wei Luo, who had always been shy, would say such tempting words on such an occasion.

Instantly, a torrent poured out of his lower abdomen.

He closed his big palm, held Wei Luo's little hand tightly, spit out a rough breath, gritted his teeth and said, "How is the husband, the child knows himself tonight!" ”

Wei Luo blushed and was about to answer again, when the chime stopped, and the musician's singing also stopped.

The question begins.

Jingling didn't get up, he leaned lazily on the couch, stroked Wei Luo's hand with his big hand under his sleeve, and said loudly; "The feast has begun, the wise men of all countries, and the magnates from all over the world have gathered here, if there is anything to say, it can be said! It's difficult, you can ask it! Revelation—"

As soon as the long opening word was spit out, the bell rang three times. The crowd in the midst of the tumult began to become quiet.

At the moment when the bell stopped, Wei Luo clearly felt that he had become the focus of everyone's attention.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at her, looking at her. Even the swordsmen and palace maids guarding the corner of the hall felt this, and together with all the wise men and magnates, they turned their heads to stare at Wei Luo.

Wei Luo slowly withdrew the hand that was being held by Jing Ling. When she came out just now, she was still apprehensive, but at this moment, she was already full of strength and confidence.

As long as Jingling gave in a little bit, even if it was just consideration, her confidence was greatly increased, and she was full of strength.