"Do you think I look good in this dress?"

Princess Palace.

Qingling was only wearing a wrapping and put the clothes she was going to change in front of her, gesturing back and forth.

"It's good-looking, the princess looks like this, she looks good in everything."

The neon clothes on the side are already a little loveless.

At first, she was still happy to give advice to her princess.

But this can't stand tossing back and forth,

What is too glamorous, what is too vulgar.

For half an hour, Her Royal Highness the Princess had not yet decided which one to wear.

"Alas, it's because we used to live too simply, and now we don't even have a decent dress."

Qingling is a little lost, the girl Huaichun, always wants to show her best side to her sweetheart.

Even though it was the first time I had contact with that man.

"Actually, I still think the first one for the princess is the most suitable."

Ni Sheng muttered weakly on the side, she couldn't stand it anymore, these clothes were sent by the concubines in the palace after Her Royal Highness the princess and the Marquis of Liao set up a marriage.

Luxurious is luxurious, but there is always some girlish vitality missing.

It's still the ordinary princess dress from before, which is the most pleasing to the eye.

"Really?"

Qingling also seemed to grasp the main heart bone and looked at Nishang.

Nishang nodded very seriously: "Really! ”

"Then change the first one, I think she looks good, too."

Qingling didn't want to pick any more, seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, if she continued to pick, she wouldn't be able to catch up with the dinner.

Nishang pursed her lips, sorted out the pile of clothes on the ground, and then waited for Qingling to bathe and change clothes.

The main hall of King Zhao.

There was a constant stream of servants coming and going.

The main hall is brightly lit.

The cooks are cooking carefully.

Humps, deer lips, and bear's paws are all part of the dinner menu.

Steamed, boiled, roasted, and brilliant.

Although there were not many cooking techniques in this era, they were also played with in a variety of ways under the hands of many powerful people.

The colorful glow of dusk hung in the sky, and half of the sky was orange and red.

Liu Pengzu never showed up in front of Zhang Qi again after welcoming Zhang Qi like a palace, and it was the previous staff member who greeted Zhang Qi.

Although the Zhao Palace is only a royal palace, it is also majestic in terms of specifications.

As long as the specifications are not transgressed, the craftsmen have already shown their best skills.

In a rain pavilion, Zhang Qi stood there with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

The orange-red and yellowish light on his body looked so noble.

He stood there quietly, looking into the distance, the scene in Handan City in the distance was in full view, and vaguely, he could still see those pedestrians the size of ants.

The guards with their swords and their backs to him were quiet and quiet, except for the guards patrolling the palace, few people came and went.

"Liaohou, it's not too early, the dinner is about to start, see if you want to change your clothes."

King Zhao's staff bowed and whispered behind Zhang Qi.

Retracting his gaze from a distance, Zhang Qi turned around and raised his head slightly.

"Ben Hou is used to marching, good soldiers are fast, and they have not yet prepared a change of clothes, so this regular clothes are enough, but if there are clothes worthy of Ben Hou in the Zhao Palace, you can go and get them."

"This"

The staff couldn't wait to slap themselves twice, what did this ask.

"Eh, please come down with your ministers."

But since he asked, the staff still responded, and humbly led Zhang Qi to change clothes.

And the guards, naturally, are also keeping up.

In a side hall where distinguished guests were entertained, the staff called several palace weavers to measure Zhang Qi's measurements.

"Liaohou can take a bath, and the clothes will be delivered soon."

"Hmm."

Zhang Qi nodded somewhat casually, took off his clothes under the service of several palace maids, and walked into the bath, where the palace maids wore light veils and poured warm water on Zhang Qi's body with a bamboo spoon that scooped water.

Droplets of water fell on the tough muscles, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

And the palace maids are also charming, but Zhang Qi didn't look at them a few more times.

This time I'm here to find my wife, but not to have fun.

Besides, the palace maids of the Zhao Palace, who are no better than those maids in his Governor's Mansion, can see where to go.

About two moments.

There was a knock on the door of the bathhouse.

And Tanaka, one of Zhang Qi's guards, also said outside the room.

"Your Majesty, your clothes."

"Hmm."

"Go get it."

Zhang Qi snorted in the bath, and slapped a little palace maid's buttocks, causing a coquettish sound.

After changing his clothes, a white robe set off his long hair with a little moisture, and the palace maids gathered around him, straightened his hair, and wiped it with a dry towel.

At this moment, it is the beginning of autumn, so most of the nobles in the palace are mainly white, but the Han uses red and black as the positive color, so the Y-shaped placket on the chest is dotted with red and black moire.

The palace ladies dispersed.

Zhang Qi's figure was completely revealed.

If you want to be filial piety, this sentence is also applicable to men.

As the saying goes.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Stripped of his military general's dress, Zhang Qi is more like a literati than a literati.

A palace maid bowed down to take the jade pendant and the small seal in the field, and then walked quickly to Zhang Qi, knelt down and hung the jade ornament with tassels and the small seal representing the identity of the Liao Marquis on Zhang Qi's waist.

When Zhang Qi walked out of the bath room, the staff waiting outside the door widened their eyes.

Is this still the same person, such a suave temperament.

Then, Zhang Qi raised his head slightly.

It's the same person, yes.

On the high horse.

This was the first impression of King Zhao and his staff when they saw Zhang Qi.

But they also figured it out.

Anyone who has a unique status in this world at the age of 20 can understand a little arrogance.

"Marquis Liao, the dinner is about to start, and the princes and concubines in the palace have already arrived."

"Hmm."

Zhang Qi snorted and let the staff lead the way.

Tonight's dinner is a kind of family banquet, so King Zhao did not invite the ministers of Zhao State, but asked his own concubines and children to accompany him.

After all, no matter what, Zhang Qi came this time to marry the princess.

At this moment, King Zhao is in the main hall.

The lights are bright.

In addition to the upper seats, there are dozens of low tables on the left and right sides all the way to the temple gate.

The princesses and princesses were already seated on the lower cushions, and the important seats on the top were still empty.

In the hall, the princesses and princesses were talking in a whisper, and they were all talking about Zhang Qi.

They also know some of Zhang Qi's deeds.

So the sons can't help but be a little sour when they talk, and the candidates in their twenties are a little incomparable in terms of identity.

And the princesses are also mostly envious and jealous, envious that Qingling can marry such a young hero, and jealousy is that the person who is married is not herself.

They have all heard of the honor guards of 10,000 people, and those who can be so attentive to the person they marry are not envious and jealous of any woman in the world.

"Liaohou to ——!"

A pass.

The eyes of all the princesses in the palace couldn't help but look at the palace gate.

(End of chapter)