The knotweed flowers and reed leaves on the shore, the emerald fragrant lings in the pond, swaying and falling, the rich state, is not comparable to the usual and reckless fighting colors.

Murong Yunying walked into the banquet hall.

The palace people are busy, and the banquet is about to begin. The young ladies of the prince all dressed up to attend, some had not yet arrived in the palace, and some came early to catch up with the venue, seeing that the banquet had not yet been completed, they stood in the pavilion by the lake and talked.

The lights on both sides are bright, and in front of it is a white wall built on the water, about two meters high, covered with black tiles, and the head of the wall is built in the form of undulating waves, and the red lacquer gate of the moon hole in the middle is hidden. This banquet was chic, and it was actually held on the water.

The gorgeous building with the top of the heavy eaves and nine ridges standing majestically, the bucket arches are staggered, and the yellow tile covers the roof. In front there are stone pillars side by side, and on each pillar are carved two dragons, one above and one below, which coil and rise, soar through the clouds, and swim towards the middle; In the middle, there is a jewel surrounded by some flames.

Murong Yunyan looked at the guests, she had spent a lot of time on dressing up today. Looming smoke eyebrows, like anger and joy with affection, not from the red cherry lips, skin like condensation, cheeks like pink, not holding a hand of willow waist gracefully leaning on the carved wooden fence of the water pavilion. In the midst of the water, the appearance of the country and the city looms.

The beauties are present, and the crowd is discolored. Murong Yunyan became the most eye-catching character at the banquet.

Cui'er stood beside her, her chin bowed and her eyebrows lowered, dressed in green, delicate and pleasant.

Even the maid is so handsome, Anyang is really worthy of the beauty!

The strange fragrance in the garden is fragrant, the strange grass fairy vine is colder and greener, and the vine leads the vine, tired and lovely. The strange grass fairy vine wears the stone around the eaves, and strives to grow upward.

"Miss, but is the eldest lady of Murong Mansion?"

At the corner of the flower corridor, Murong Yunyan heard a sudden voice behind him, he was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, he turned out to be a handsome son.

She frowned slightly, and attracting bees and butterflies was not her liking, especially when she already had a heart.

The young lady's etiquette forced her to give a proper smile, and Ying Ying bent down and saluted, "Exactly. Ignorance...... Who is Childe? ”

The man must have been used to being romantic, and he didn't feel Murong Yunyan's estrangement at all, but took a step forward, "I see that the young lady is a little familiar." It just so happens that there is still a while before the banquet begins, so I wonder if the young lady can go up to the pavilion to talk to me? ”

The flower gallery is carved with hollow wood grain, and the inside is clear from the outside.

There is a difference between men and women, Murong Yunyan was already eye-catching, but now being troubled by this man who doesn't know how to be polite is even more concerning.

Moreover, there are already female relatives watching her whispering, which must be some unpleasant gossip.

Murong Yunyan took two steps back and walked away from him without a trace. "Childe, Yunyan is still a little uncomfortable, take the first step. Childe should find other ladies. ”

"What's wrong with Miss? Why don't I accompany you to see the Imperial Doctor! "The man didn't give up.

Murong Yunyan gave Cui'er a look, and Cui'er immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Childe, it's good that my young lady has a slave to accompany her." ”

"Oh...... It's rude. In the palace of the Prince of Xiade, the prince Rong Aotian. Rong Aotian's mind was full of Murong Yunyan's slender figure, suppressed his disappointment, and said, "I hope that if I have time in the future, I can visit Ling Zun." ”

"It turned out to be Miss Rong's brother." Murong Yunyan smiled, "Sister Ling happens to be Yunyan's friend. It's really fateful. In the future, if the son comes to the house, his father will definitely welcome him. ”