Chapter 29 The Hazy Beauty veil

Wen Jiyao stared at him who walked slowly into the hall, smiled treacherously and said to himself: Let's see how long you can survive. If you hadn't known where she was, how could you have such an indifferent expression on your face?

As if he noticed his eyes, Xia Houchen fiercely returned a warning look. Wen Jiyao raised his eyebrows, coughed dryly, and chatted with Xie Changqing beside him.

"General Xie, I don't know what it means to send princes and princesses to Harbin this time?"

Xie Changqing's thick eyebrows shrank and shook his head: "Habi has always been as uneasy and kind as Di Dan. This time it is expected to be a good thing."

Wen Jiyao nodded gently and had a faint bad feeling. Last time Zong Chenghuan went to the Jin Dynasty just to exchange for a Yin Pianxuan. If he came because of her this time, wouldn't he have to tosss again? On second thought, Yin Pianxuan had already left Luojing and was far away from home. He would not be involved with her again. He shook his head and laughed at his suspicion.

You returned to help the weak emperor sit on the dragon chair, avoid complicated trivial matters, and directly announce the prince and princess of Habi.

For a moment, a man and a woman, a white and a red, Shiran entered the hall.

The man in white is tall, his handsome face has no flaws, and his face is a little pale. Under his thick eyebrows is a pair of shiny eyes, which seems to have a melancholy atmosphere all over his body. The white clothes make the melancholy more obvious.

And all the eyes in the hall focused on the woman in red. Her face was covered with a red gauze scarf, and her charming face was hazy. She was wearing a rouge dress and a red veil. Her beautiful figure was vividly presented. Her hair casually tied a loose hair bun and a wooden hairpin was inserted diagonally, which was a little casual but casual. Not to lose elegance.

Xiahouchen almost held his breath, unconsciously falling on her flat lower abdomen, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Wen Jiyao's face changed a little, sweeping through several people's different faces, and his sword eyebrows gently twisted up.

"Ran Shuxuan, the third prince of Habi, and Ran Muri, the sixth princess, meet the emperor of the Jin Dynasty!" He spoke loudly and saluted politely.

The emperor withdrew his eyes from the woman in red, nodded and strengthened his spirit: "I don't know what the third prince and the sixth princess are doing when they come to the Jin Dynasty?"

Ran Shuxuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Gear!"

It's peace again. The Chinese martial arts officials in the hall whispered back and forth. You glanced back at the emperor's ugly face and coughed dryly. The hall was silent and only heard the emperor say, "Mearing? The meaning of the third prince is——”

"I, Habi, would like to make peace with the Jin Dynasty and marry the sixth princess."

Another whisper, Xia Houchen's face was extremely ugly. Could it be that what Yin Xiaoting said before was true. She did go to Habi, and now she is really standing in front of her, but why is the marriage? Do you want to torture me? Why did you become the sixth princess of Habi? He stared at her in a stunned way, but she was also stingy to herself. How can you bear it?

The emperor laughed a little strangely and set up a banquet to entertain the prince and princess of Habi. By the way, he provided the princess with an opportunity to choose a good king according to the meaning of Ran Shuxuan.

In the scattered dynasty, Xia Houchen did not move his steps, and Yin Zhengliang was also at a loss. Xia Housong coughed dryly and looked at several people who were stranded: "Do you think the sixth princess of Habi Kingdom is a little familiar?"

Yin Zhengliang frowned, shook his head, sighed suddenly, and hurried out of the hall.

After the people dispersed, Wen Ji walked to him and said, "Do you think there is anything wrong? Do you really think this sixth princess is Yin Piaoxuan?

Xia Houchen was silent. How could he deny that although his figure was reduced, she gave him the feeling that he was the one he thought about day and night!

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Xie Ling swallowed wildly: "How could Piao Xuan return to Kyoto? Xiaoting didn't come back!"

Zhao Shuhui echoed: "Sir, can you see her true face? Or do you like red clothes as well as Piao Xuan? If it's really Pianxuan, Hanxuan will definitely be there, and Xiaoting, didn't he go to see them?

He frowned deeply: "This matter is very strange. In my opinion, the woman is obviously spinning. I will even admit my daughter's mistake!"

"Sir, you also said that the woman is the sixth princess of Habi. She is obviously your daughter, how can she turn into a princess?" As Zhao Shuhui said, she unambiguously scooped a bowl of soup for Xie Ling: "Jinger, drink soup!" Don't pay attention to him, he is always disturbing. Take good care of yourself, my grandson is careless!"

Xie Ling held the soup bowl in her hand and smiled helplessly. Zhao Shuhui has openly moved into the warm fragrance restaurant and changed her way to make soup every day. Now she is disgusted when she sees the soup.

"Drink slowly, don't burn it."

Yin Zhengliang was restless and strode away from the warm fragrance hall.

She drank silently, but grunted in her heart. Is the so-called sixth princess really Yin Piaoxuan? If it's really her, then where is Yin Xiaoting and Cong Liu at this moment, and what happened to her child? If it weren't for her, who would that woman be? Why would she be exactly the same as Yin Pianxuan's dress?

Thinking that I was not in the mood to drink soup anymore, I perfunctorily took Meixiang out of the warm fragrance hall and went straight to Yanyufang.

Yun Niang listened carefully to Xie Ling's words about this matter. E frowned, thought for a moment, and comforted softly, "I'll leave this matter to me. I'll explore the identity of the sixth princess. Don't be careless. Otherwise, the second son will return to Beijing and blame me again!"

Xie Ling smiled shyly, and Yun Niang's repeated promises made her feel much more relieved.

Yun Niang was also unambiguous. She sent Xie Ling away, closed her eyes and thought about it for a moment, called Chun'er, and hurried out.

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She and Chun'er waited on the street from the embassy, staring closely at the embassy, secretly connoying who the woman in red said was and what she wanted to do.

A pair of bony hands patted her on the shoulder, and she shook away dissatisfiedly: "Chun'er, stop it!"

Chun'er pouted: "It's not me who is the big head!"

Yun Niang frowned and slowly turned around. A gentle face came into her eyes. She stared unhappily: "I'm not in your way here. Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

Zong Haoxuan took a deep breath and coughed gently: "I just kindly remind you that you are so sneaky and easy to be misunderstood. I can't say that you are an assassin!"

She rolled her eyes, glanced at his refreshing blue brocade clothes, and said sarcastically, "I also kindly remind you that although you are dressed brightly, you are not necessarily an assassin!" Chun'er, go and go to Xiangyun Tower to fill your stomach!"

He raised his eyebrows and turned to catch up with her: "Yuner, I'm new to Luojing. Can you walk around with me!"

Yun Niang suddenly stopped and glanced at him fiercely: "How dare you call me to try again? I tore your mouth and stay away from me!"

Zong Haoxuan touched his nose in dismay, narrowed his eyes slightly, and called out unrevehemently: "Yun'er!"

She turned around and raised her palm to sweep. With a "pop", his eyes widened and his face suddenly changed. The hot feeling on his face confirmed that he was absolutely right: she actually slapped herself. Anzi opened his mouth wide and wanted to come forward but did not dare to come forward. When did King Xianghui, whom he had always loved, been treated now, and he was a fireworks woman.

Zong Haoxuan narrowed his eyes into a line, looked at her distant back, and gritted his teeth: "I like this kind of nature!"