"Okay, since the princess is willing to stay, how can Benjun not be hospitable?" Long Xiangyu smiled slightly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Come on! ”

"Liuyu Pavilion, Qu Shui Liuzhen, then we should invite a few more people to this dinner party to have a good time, right?"

Feng Qingling raised her eyebrows and smiled, if she remembered correctly, Qushui Liuzhen was a long-standing folk custom. Every year, the Shangsi Festival, that is, the third day of the third lunar month, is a day to ward off disasters and pray for good fortune. On that day, the government and the people go to the waterside to wash. Not only is it popular among the people, but even the emperor and concubine also go to the water to remove the scale and remove the ominous. Later, this custom further evolved into a waterfront feast, after people held the wedge ceremony, everyone sat on both sides of the canal, placed the wine cup in the upper stream, let it go downstream, the cup stopped in front of whom, who took the drink, and enjoyed each other, that is, "the water flows".

"Is today the third day of the third month of the third month of the people?" Feng Qingling looked up and asked him.

Long Xiangyu frowned, he had also heard of the custom of Qushui Liuqi, but he never thought that Feng Qingling would think so much from a banquet location, what was this Feng Princess thinking in her head?

"Not really!" Long Xiangyu looked at her expressionlessly and said calmly.

"Ahh Feng Qingling smirked and immersed himself in his imagination.

Long Xiangyu looked at Feng Qingling's expression with a puzzled expression: "Benjun will never get sick!" Yes, as a descendant of the ancient gods, he was born with supreme cultivation that others could not ask for, and it was impossible for him to get those diseases that only mortals could have.

"But I forgot, immortals don't get sick!And Brother Xiang's cultivation is so high, he shouldn't even be injured, right?" Feng Qingling grabbed his bangs and smiled embarrassedly.

"Yes!" Long Xiangyu seemed to remember something, and his eyes became a little unpredictable.

"How is it possible?" Is there anyone else in this world who can hurt him? This is not her exaggeration, although she does not know how high Long Xiangyu's cultivation is, but it is rumored that even the Emperor of Heaven is a little jealous of his might. To be honest, she really couldn't see it. Long Xiangyu, is it so powerful?

"......" Long Xiangyu smiled leisurely and didn't say anything more.

Well, there seems to be something unspeakable!

"Okay! It doesn't matter if it's the third day of the third month of March, we'll all come to the Shangsi Festival, okay?" Feng Qingling grabbed his hand, and suddenly didn't want to see him like that, so he smiled sweetly and coquettishly at him. It's her clumsy way of comforting people.

"That Qushui Liuzhen?" Long Xiangyu frowned.

"I'm a guest, why should Brother Xiang, the host, be a guest, too?" Feng Qingling looked at him with a look of great expectation, just looking at you so directly, no one can refuse.

"Haven't you heard of the guest as the host?" Long Xiangyu had a headache. How could she remember that a play was a play? Didn't she know that he, the host, hated her as a guest?

However, Feng Qingling, who was messing around, he could directly throw her out and finish the matter. However, with such a Feng Qingling, how can he open his mouth to drive people away?

"Brother Xiang~~"

“...... I just hope she's had enough of playing and leaving, and stop bothering him.

Hehe, it turns out that my brother Xiang are you eating soft or hard?