Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the palace, intending to see this princess Zhang Yang who dared to take over all the green buildings in Lijing to drink flower wine for the first time.

In the hustle and bustle, an extremely luxurious carriage appeared in the sight of everyone, the carriage inlaid with gold and jade shone with gorgeous luster in the sunset, ringing dingdong, like the snow cloud veil gently raised, atmospheric and luxurious.

The two columns of guards followed behind them with a vigorous posture and uniform steps, with solemn expressions.

The carriage seemed to be slowing down, and in a blink of an eye it was in front of the dock.

Then, a slender jade hand lifted the gauze curtain, and Mama Xie revealed her face.

"Huh? Is this the Sixth Princess? It doesn't seem like it. ”

As soon as the words came out, Mama Gui also got out of the carriage.

When everyone saw that they were dressed exactly the same, they immediately realized that they were just palace maids.

The palace maids are so beautiful, the princess must be even more beautiful!

While speaking, Mama Xie and Mama Gui stood on the left and right, respectfully lifting the curtain, and Luo Qingyin revealed a beautiful figure. The crowd involuntarily held their breath.

Luo Qingyin was dressed in a red brocade dress, with moire wide sleeves, a long skirt dragging the ground, layers of rippling like water waves, the slanting sun reflected on her face, and a pair of eyes were shining.

Her eyelashes were lightly raised, and the corners of her lips curled with a cold arc.

In the coldness, there is a noble and extraordinary, alluring face, eyes as bright as stars, and a smile like the most beautiful flash in the pan in the world.

Everyone was stunned.

Even the singers and dancers in the painting boat, the ten beauties of the Qinglou, lowered their heads in shame.

They finally understood that no matter how beautiful the top brand is, no matter how beautiful the singer is, it can't compare to her in case.

Luo Qingyin stood under the weeping willows, and saw the Ruiming army coming from all directions, his clothes were light and simple, and his heroic posture was cool.

Walking to the dock, they all saluted Luo Qingyin and then turned around and stepped into the painting boat.

The Ruiming Army is tall and mighty, dignified in appearance, and has faded away from the depression on his face, and every man who stands up to the sky is a bloody man.

The girls from good families who originally scolded the singer and the dancer for being immodest couldn't help but widen their eyes.

None of the more than 600 Ruiming troops were absent, and all of them were present.

At the time of the sunset, the ten-mile jade belt, the painting boat Lingbo, the gold powder gathers, the lights are lit one after another, and the soft lights are reflected in the river, just like heaven and earth.

On the largest painting boat, Ming Da to Ming Shi stood respectfully on both sides and welcomed Luo Qingyin in.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, the painting boat slowly rowed, and the song floated ethereal on the water, envious of the crowd of onlookers.

Among the audience, there are many Rui Mingjun who have found another way out.

Hearing that the revenge had been avenged, Luo Qingyin set up a banquet to invite the Ruiming Army, and their hearts also came to life, and they wanted to come back to see their former comrades-in-arms, and wanted to ask if the Ruiming Army would be revitalized, however, when they saw this scene, they couldn't move and couldn't speak.

When they left, they felt that it was hopeless to wait, but they never expected that instead of perishing in despair, the Ruiming Army was more spiritually than before.

They have understood that to miss is to miss.

The musicians and singers of the largest painting boat are all from the Red Apricot Building, they know that Luo Qingyin is their new master, and they show their demeanor hard, if they enter Luo Qingyin's eyes, their future life will be smooth.

Luo Qingyin listened to the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, watching them stagger, but he drank very little.

She was used to drinking monkey wine, and it was often difficult to drink.

And, too strong.

Mao Dun Literature