Sure enough, soon, the dignitaries and nobles all received invitations to the "Yaochi Xianle Club" in Lianxiangyuan.

Today's Lianxiangyuan is more and more powerful in Shengjing. Who doesn't know that Lin Jiangyue of Lianxiangyuan is the person of the crown prince Murong Xian.

When the Yaochi Xianle Festival begins, no one dares not to sell the prince's face. And the Yaochi Xianle Club is also getting grander and grander.

The warm breeze mixed with the aroma of wine, flowers and rouge on the woman's body was already slightly drunk.

The lights are brilliant, making the whole Lianxiang Garden as bright as day. A feast is about to begin.

"Tonight's good banquet, joy is hard to show."

"What's the matter, suddenly the poetry is booming?"

Jiang Xuelin, the son of Jiang Jiajun and Jiang Ping, is also the only son, and has always been in the same breath as Murong Yu. The two made an appointment to go. got out of the carriage and entered the gate of Lianxiangyuan, Murong Yu chanted a poem. In Jiang Xuelin's eyes, this is unusual.

Murong Yu chuckled, as if he was in a good mood.

Jiang Xuelin didn't pursue it too much. Merry prince, I'm afraid there is something new about it.

There are even rumors that he has a habit of breaking his sleeves with Prince Yu, which is really nonsense. What he likes is obviously women.

The two of them entered the banquet, and on the third floor of the Xianglou that day, those who could come up and sit were still the ones who could come up and sit. Murong Yu brought Jiang Xuelin up.

This is undoubtedly the situation in the court today: the forces of the non-four major lords are also quietly rising.

In addition to Jiang Xuelin, another new character is Luo Shen.

Ethereal Peak, Luo Shen, has been in Liangdu Shengjing for a year. No one dared to despise him. All the prophecies of Luo Shen have been fulfilled. Who wouldn't want to get acquainted with this kind of person who can know the future?

Even the emperor who sits on the throne will wonder how long his throne will last.

Luo Shen sat next to Qu Yishang and whispered something to him.

Luo Shen was dressed in sackcloth, his hair was scattered behind his back, and his face was a fresh and clean beard. There was always a mysterious smile on his face.

When he saw Murong Yu appear, Luo Shen stepped forward and made a gesture to him.

Seeing his performance, everyone couldn't help but glance at Murong Yu more. After all, Luo Shen will not salute because of the identity of the other party, presumably, in Luo Shen's eyes, Murong Yu is a powerful character.

But Murong Yu returned the salute and leaned into Luo Shen's ear and said, "Sir, can you count your own death?" Murong Yu smiled indescribably. It was a fearlessness of unbelief.

Luo Shen sneered: "It's a pity, I, Luo Shen, count the heavens and the earth, but I can't count myself." However, I do know that Lord Yu will die at the hands of his beloved. ”

Murong Yu's smiling face turned cold, and his murderous aura overflowed. Jiang Xuelin pulled Murong Yu away in time to avoid making trouble at the banquet.

Jiang Xuelin didn't pay too much attention to Luo Shen, in his eyes, the charlatan was just a warlock, but he would just use some tricks to deceive people and say some ambiguous things. After the two of them were separated, he walked to Wei Chiwei's side, saluted, and toasted a glass of wine.

Murong Yu naturally sat next to the crown prince Murong Xian.

Following Murong Xian's eyes, you can see Lin Jiangyue who is busy greeting guests.

Old Lady Qin's old bones, still supporting her, sat down tremblingly.

The guests were intoxicated by the performance of the three squares of Lianxiangyuan, and there were delicious foods and wines, how not to sway.

When Wanying came up to Tianxianglou, she couldn't help but think of the incident five years ago.

As soon as he went up to the third floor, Murong Yu directly pulled Wanying to his side, with the meaning of "This is the king's woman".

"Lord Wang, what are you doing here?" Wanying frowned.

The prince smiled and said softly in her ear: "Protect you, like Old Lady Qin, I like a little girl like you." It is better to be safe by the side of this king. ”

As he spoke, he sandwiched a dish with a jade chopstick for Wanying to eat. Wanying frowned and reluctantly opened her mouth to eat, and glanced at the surprised face of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu full of "What kind of system" was written.

But next to Qu Yishang, when he saw a person dressed as a Taoist priest, he couldn't help but be curious, as if he had seen it somewhere. And strangely, this Taoist priest seems to be looking at himself as well.

Suddenly, in her heart, it seemed that someone was talking to her.

"We're finally meeting."

The Taoist priest looked at her with a smile.

Wanying was even more surprised, and asked in her heart. "Who is this man? Why does it look so familiar? ”

But the Taoist priest seemed to be able to read what she thought, and the voice in her heart spoke again.

"I'm Luo Shen, don't you remember?"

The wine glass in Wan Ying's frightened hand shook. She thought that this Taoist priest was like Luo Shen, but she couldn't believe it, the person in the dream would appear in front of her, and he was still communicating with her with his divine sense.

She didn't believe that there was really any "mind reading" in this world.

Murong Yu sensed her abnormality. A strong arm wrapped around Wanying, held Wanying's hand holding the wine glass, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Only then did Wan Ying realize that she was being hugged tightly by him, and as soon as she turned her head, she was almost about to touch Murong Yu's thin lips with a wicked smile. All of a sudden, the blushing seems to spread the whole spring.

Murong Yu suddenly picked up Wanying and said to Murong Xian: "Brother Huang, my brother has something important to do, so I will leave first!" ”

didn't wait for Murong Xian to respond, and quickly went downstairs.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Murong Xian also smiled, and he didn't really care that his younger brother once again "had something important to do".

Wan Ying was dumbfounded in Murong Yu's arms, and only when she got on the horse did she realize that she was going to be taken out by him. Busy struggling to get down. However, how did he twist a man, only to hear the sound of "driving", the horse raised its hooves, and rode away.

"Where are you taking me?"

"We'll find out when we get there." Murong Yu's voice was light, and the horse's hooves of "boom" stepped on the stone pavement on the streets of Shengjing, like a cheerful music.

The tall blue-black steed, as if he knew that his master had brought a woman, marched steadily. Murong Yu didn't pull the reins too much, and the horse knew where he was going.

Along the way, pedestrians laughed in the market, and the shadows of the lights flew behind them, and there was no time to take a closer look. The silver plate of the autumn moon is generally hung in the sky, and the clouds are like a white veil pulled over it. The cold wind blew on Wanying's delicate face, and her long hair flew out.

They didn't speak all the way, and it seemed that it was not appropriate for anyone to say anything. As if it should have been, the two were silent, moving forward all the way, never stopping.

Eventually, however, the horse stopped.

"Here we are."

Wanying rode a horse for the first time, and was a little scared, not only was she not lightly moved, but she didn't dare to open her eyes during the whole process. kept pulling Murong Yu's clothes and didn't let go.

But Murong Yu rode freely, and the corners of his mouth rose into a good-looking arc.