He sat on the bed, his brow full of anger, "let her escape again." ”

The irritability in his heart made him can't wait to stop the silence with blood, "Come on, call the concubine to sleep." ”

This night was a nightmare for the harem concubines, the sisters who were still talking about poetry and painting one second became corpses the next second, but no one dared to resist.

The repression in the palace continued to the court on the second day.

Emperor Wei Yuan looked at the Southern Dynasty gloomily, "Brother Chao slept well last night." He smiled, his eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at Nanchao tightly.

Nanchao's expression was flat, and when he heard this, his hands were raised, and his eyes were lowered and his tone was respectful, "Thank you, Your Majesty, the minister slept very peacefully last night." ”

The corners of Emperor Wei Yuan's mouth pulled out a strange arc, "Yes, that's good, I haven't seen my brother for many years, and I have been alienated from me." ”

Nan Chao's answer was not leaky, "Your Majesty is a king, how can a courtier not know the etiquette." ”

The atmosphere between the two can be seen by fools that something is wrong, and the ministers complain from the bottom of their hearts, so they can only reduce their sense of existence and say nothing.

"Hehehehe, good, what a good etiquette, Chao Brother is really a person who understands etiquette," he almost gritted his teeth and read out the last few words.

The court meeting dispersed, and the Southern Dynasty walked out of the palace unhurriedly, looking extremely indifferent.

On the other hand, Emperor Wei Yuan smashed a group of palace people again, and then he barely stopped his anger, "Southern Dynasty, Nanyan, Prince Yong's Mansion, I want your bones to be gone." There was extreme distortion and resentment in his eyes.

In Prince Yong's Mansion, Nanyan destroyed the letter, "It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival." She muttered under her breath, her brow darkening.

Emperor Wei Yuan wanted her to die, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was also a good name, and it was necessary to attend the banquet at that time.

She stroked her sideburns, her eyes were dark, and it was indeed a little difficult to oppose a madman.

In the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Langle burned the letter paper, and at the Mid-Autumn Festival, she stepped out of the bedroom, and it seemed that she was looking for someone to introduce.

In the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, a group of gentlemen frolicked and played, and there were several women sitting or lying around, all of them with slender postures, the sound of the piano was curling, and the sound was singing and dancing.

The most eye-catching thing is the one sitting in the middle, dressed in brocade clothes, looking like a good woman, with a bit of laziness between her eyebrows.

He had a wine glass in his hand, and the folding fan was discarded, but there was no woman by his side.

One of the gentlemen was drunk and asked in a daze, "Isn't the second son happy and happy?" ”

This person is the second son of Li Xiang's family, Li Shubai, a famous son-in-law in Kyoto, who wrote a good poem, and has been in and out of the land of fireworks all year round, but he has not been touched by the dust.

Li Shubai raised his eyebrows lightly, "Vulgar powder, my son still can't look down on it," his slender fingers picked up a glass of wine and drank it into his throat.

He got up and threw his wine glass, "Okay, it's so boring, my son won't play." There was some impatience between his eyebrows.

The rest of the wine sobered up instantly, "Second son, I heard that this Oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion can be described as stunning, don't you take a look at it." ”

"The top card of this Baihua Pavilion has only appeared once on Tanabata, and the Kyoto boy buddy is called a fascination." One of them looked intoxicated.

Li Shubai's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he kicked over unceremoniously, "Say." ”

Then he was kicked, and he didn't dare to get angry, so he said with a flattering smile, "Oiran has fun, and won the championship in one fell swoop in the Qixi Festival election, so Baihua Pavilion is now full of color, others can't see it, the second son wants to see it, it's hard for her to refuse." ”

Li Shubai lacks interest, in the past, he has never seen the Oiran elected during the Qixi Festival, although it is indeed more exciting than ordinary girls, it is also boring to see more.

But today is really boring, and the irritation in his heart is hard to dissipate, "Then go and see." The tone was somewhat impatient.

Several gentlemen immediately hugged him to go out, and one of them called the old bustard, "Our second son wants to see Miss Rongle, and he won't invite him yet." ”

The old bustard's smile remained unchanged, "If the son wants to see him, the slave family naturally doesn't dare to disobey, but this girl who makes fun is not the one who can call the shots in the slave family pavilion." She was a little embarrassed.

Li Shubai's expression turned cold, "It seems that this Hundred Flowers Pavilion has just come out of nowhere and doesn't understand some rules." ”

The old bustard hurriedly begged for mercy, "Second son, if the slave family doesn't let it, this girl really doesn't belong to the slave family pavilion, and the slave family has no choice." ”

Li Shubai flicked his sleeves, "This is a strange thing, the Oiran from your pavilion said that you can't control it, it's not because I don't dare to kill you because of my son's good temperament." Speaking of the back, his red lips provoked, revealing his murderous intentions.

The old bustard knelt down, "The second son spares his life, the second son spares his life, the girl is from Yangzhou, the original intention is to discuss music skills with the girl in the building, it is the slave family who has saved his mind and asked the girl to participate, and now the girl is no longer in the Baihua Pavilion." ”

Li Shubai picked up a porcelain plate casually, and smashed his head on the old bustard's head, "Say, where is the person." "He didn't have much interest, but this was tossed out of anger, if he couldn't find it, this Baihua Pavilion didn't have to stay.

The old bustard was smashed with blood on his head, perhaps sensing the killing intent, and poured beans into the bamboo tube, and said the address of the music.

When he came out of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, a few gentlemen didn't dare to provoke him, who thought that Li Shubai opened his mouth, "Let's go, this son wants to see how difficult it is to find." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and it seemed that this girl was about to finish.

Among them, I have seen a few gentlemen, and I pity that the beauty is about to die, but the footsteps are not slow to follow.

In Yangliu Lane, Lane Le played with the pipa in his hand, whether he could participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet depended on whether Li Shubai could take the bait.

For Li Shubai, Nanyan sent a booklet, all of which were Li Shubai's preferences, and most importantly, he had a beloved when he was a teenager, who was beaten to death by the prime minister's wife because of his humble background.

She didn't ask Nanyan how she knew, the county lord of Prince Yong's mansion wanted to find out naturally, and the woman was brilliant with a pipa stunt.

Nanyan found a woman who was good at pipa skills, and when Lane Le was sent by someone, he began to pave the way, plus the Southern Dynasty sent someone to teach him personally, so he was not afraid that he would not take the bait.

For the woman in her memory, maybe she is not perfect, but when she died when the two were in love, in Li Shubai's eyes, it was the most perfect.

The woman standing next to Langle was wearing a cyan long dress, double bun willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes with spring water, natural smiling lips full and ruddy, graceful posture, and snow-white complexion.

Xiuling is soft, like willow branches, not a beautiful woman, but it makes people feel comfortable.

Qingping, a person who also has an enmity with the Li family, Lane Le didn't ask about her life experience, only asked, but willingly, learned that she was indeed not forced, so she accepted it.