At the beginning of the year, the flow of people shuttled in front of the Chunyang Palace. The guests arrived one after another.

The male and female guests were arranged on both sides of the main hall, and the clothes of the warbler were fragrant, and the guests and hosts sat down one after another.

On weekdays, the chieftain had already eaten dinner, and many people were already hungry. Especially Mrs. Hou of Dongyang, the maidservant girl brought refreshments in the afternoon, she thought that the refreshments in Fuchunyuan were too sweet, so she only ate one bite and threw them back on the plate. Sitting on the right front side of the county lord, he faintly heard the sound of hunger in his belly, raised his eyelids and glanced at the county lord, which means hurry up and start the table.

Zhao Changye smiled and nodded, as if he understood her heart. She straightened the waist of her skirt, her eyes scanned the row of gorgeous clothes opposite, and the corners of her mouth twitched with disdain.

One by one, the sons of the world were born sick and delicate, and compared with her eldest grandson, they were not worthy of carrying shoes, but they came to sit with her for a banquet. If it weren't for the sake of giving her little grandson Jing Canxiang a proud wife, she wouldn't have gone to this kind of mountain to suffer this crime.

His gaze slid over Xiao Qian and Xiao Xian Wang, and fell on Jing Can. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Among the sons of the world who lack yang energy, her little grandson is handsome and heroic, and he simply stands out from the crowd!

Xiao Qian put the small rattan box behind him, and reached out to touch it from time to time, for fear that someone would take it away. Even on the eve of the company's listing, he had never been so nervous.

was stabbed twice in the waist, and he secretly gritted his teeth, he had to find a chance to get rid of the sticky little sage king, otherwise he couldn't do anything.

"Yan Shiyi hasn't come yet, will she not come? She's a peasant girl......"

After King Xiaoxian made sure that Yan Shiyi was not sitting on the opposite side, he kept looking at the entrance of the main hall.

Xiao Qian glanced at the other side, Yan Shiyi really didn't come. Said lightly:

"If you don't come, you don't come, it's hard to treat the wounded, and you should rest."

Yan Shiyi is a peasant girl, and this kind of occasion is really not suitable for her. If the county lord really invited Yan Shiyi to the banquet, I am afraid that it will make the ladies present discuss. Xiao Qian was thinking about making an excuse to slip away for a while, and talked to Yan Shiyi alone, when he was stabbed in the waist and eyes again, this time the strength was so great and the technique was accurate that it almost made him hum.

At the door of the main hall, Yan Shiyi came in the company of two little maids. The smoky blue light skirt rippled like water waves on the bluestone floor, the unsuffied weeping bun was decorated with sea blue and sky blue velvet flowers, and a lotus branch golden hairpin was inserted diagonally on the sideburns. Two small and crystal white bead earrings in her ears, swaying gently with her steps, her small and delicate face seemed to be sprinkled with golden light in the morning sun, and a pair of eyes covered with long eyelashes drooped down slightly. The hands hang naturally on either side of the skirt, and they seem to be half an inch longer than the average person's arms.

Temperament detachment is to describe such a woman!

Xiao Qian looked at Yan Shiyi, feeling that his heart was beating faster, and his palms were warm. When he lowered his eyes, he found that King Xiaoxian was holding his hand tightly.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

It's not that you haven't seen a stunning beauty, it's just that Yan Shiyi's appearance is too surprising. Because the nobles of the capital all live in the Liuxiang Palace, everyone knows each other. The sudden appearance of such a beautiful woman in the sky and the country, the nobles not only felt surprised, but also realized the crisis.

Originally, they looked at each other with comparable qualifications, I don't know who can be selected to enter the palace with the county lord to go to the spring breeze jade dew banquet of the imperial concubine, Yan Shiyi's posture, just looking at the temperament and taste, obviously dumped them a few streets.

"Who is she?"

The female guest seat began to talk in a whisper, and all kinds of complicated eyes stared at Yan Shiyi and sat down. Following Peony's guidance, Yan Shiyi sat on the right-hand side behind the county lord.