Chapter 150 Brilliant as a Flower!

Zhao Ze seemed to feel something. He looked back, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes. He continued to turn his head and walk proudly on the road, allowing everyone to look sideways. Because of everyone's envious eyes, he held his chest higher.

In fact, although Zhao Kuangyin gave an oracle, Zhao Ze can say it before everyone, which can make Song Yi shine brilliantly, but somehow, Zhao Ze did not do so...

Song Yi was in a trance and walked forward calmly. At this time, he saw clearly that Ning Shishi was waiting for him.

"I didn't expect to see you again!" Ning Shishi opened her mouth with a faint expression. Perhaps because she was sitting on the horse, which made Song Yi look up at her and feel that she was a little arrogant. But even from this perspective, Song Yi had to bear it. Ning Shishi was indeed a beautiful woman.

"I didn't expect to see you in King Kang's honor guard!" Song Yi said playfully.

Master Ning seemed to hear some meaning, frowned slightly, and then said with a faint smile, "It seems that since you have had another feat that I didn't expect during this period... It's just that I seem to have missed it again..."

Song Yi said with a smile, "Let's go. You shouldn't let King Kang wait for a long time..."

"Humph!" Ning Shishi snorted softly. It was not until this time that a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. He turned the horse's head and trotted away. Song Yi walked slowly at the end of the team, and his figure seemed to be a little lonely.

But fortunately, many people in the crowd knew him. After discovering his figure, they immediately shouted his name excitedly. For a moment, this long team finally became the most lively place for the whole team!

Because Zhao Ze's status is noble, and because this is the rare King of Kang and King De have the opportunity to meet in the city of a state on a formal occasion, Dou Nian Dezhizhou Prefecture personally vacated a courtyard for Zhao Ze to live temporarily, while the forbidden soldiers brought by Zhao Ze were ordered to go to the original camp of the Tiger Camp...

The feast is naturally indispensable. Even if Dou Niande knows that he can't be extravagant, but after all, he is the prince. If he doesn't treat him well, it is the most humble and offending thing, so the name of the feast hangs in the name of Wang Kuanglu, the rich man in the city.

Naturally, it is impossible to compare the wine and delicacies with the royal palace in the capital, but because Ning Shishi personally led the dance on the scene, and invited ordinary celebrities from Man Tingfang to play and sing, accompanied the wine and music. The atmosphere at the banquet was obviously very strong, and the laughter filled the audience.

Zhao Ze is not a rigid person. He talks decently and humorously. Unexpectedly, he seems to have led the rhythm of the audience and become the proud son of heaven. Dou Niande naturally regarded all this as strict and weighed it in his heart...

Song Yi is not an official, nor is he a powerful gentry, nor a famous Confucian. Therefore, although he got a seat, he is not in the front row. Dou Niande, Wang Kuanglu and others were interested in asking about Song Yi, but they understood that the occasion was inappropriate, so in the banquet, no one paid attention to Song Yi at the end of the seat.

Seeing that it was getting late, and the feast did not mean to end, the sound of Shengge's laughter became more and more lively. Song Yi felt bored, and then found an inconspicuous opportunity to quietly leave the table.

At the moment when Song Yi left the banquet, Dou Niande and Wang Kuanglu were not aware of it, but two eyes quietly looked at the vacant seat...

Because he has selected the shop of the game hall in the city, Song Yixin walked casually to the small street two streets away from the fireworks road across Mantingfang in the city. What you see along the way are all smiling pedestrians. The big streets illuminated by the lanterns on both sides of the street present a hazy ancient beauty. Most of the people who travel at night on Qingshi Road are rich children in expensive clothes, and the poor people generally rest.

Although Bianzhou is prosperous, the prosperity belongs to the rich. The prosperity of the poor is not the colorful lanterns, but the rich food on the table at home...

Walking to the front of the shop, Song Yi was slightly surprised to see that the lights were on inside, and there were lanterns hanging outside the door. He knocked on the door with doubt. At this time, there was a slightly vigilant and crisp voice inside, which turned out to be a yellow warbler.

"Who?"

"So it's you... It's me!" Song Yi smiled and heard that it was Huang Ying's voiceless. She didn't expect that she would come to the shop at night.

The door creaked open, and then a pair of white hands pushed the door open on both sides, and then a familiar and elegant smiling face appeared in Song Yi's eyes.

Huang Ying is wearing a light plain shirt, with a plain face without makeup, so the hazy light at this moment actually looks like a good woman.

"Look... What?" Huang Ying blushed. Seeing Song Yi looking straight at her, her eyes dodged, but there was a trace of joy in her heart.

Song Yi came to his senses and said seriously, "Uh-huh... Looking at you in this way, it looks better than usual!"

"Ah... Should I listen to rhetoric or praise? Huang Ying was slightly stunned, with an unconcealed smile on her face.

"It's a compliment!" Song Yi raised his legs and walked into the shop, and then raised his eyes to look at it.

According to Song Yi's instructions, many cubicles have been set up in the shop, about ten, and the entrance is the lobby. The decoration is in the same position as that of ordinary restaurant shopkeepers. The high bar counter, that is, the cashier...

There are several pots of flowers and plants on the cabinet. It seems that Huang Ying just put them up, because Song Yi didn't see these yesterday.

"Hmm... Are you here to put these pots of bonsai at this late hour? Song Yi asked.

"Yes, Qingyan and Fuyao are playing games. I think the shop should open when you leave, so I took the time to come and have a look and move a few pots of flowers and plants in my original yard that have not been ruined by the golden soldiers. It's beautiful..." Huang Ying smiled.

"Well, there is indeed a lot of anger." Song Yi nodded.

Seeing that Song Yi's mood was not high, Huang Ying suddenly realized that he should be in the magistrate's office at this time. Suddenly, she said tentatively, "You... Do you look unhappy? Is there anything wrong with the imperial edict?

Song Yi smiled and said, "The imperial edict did not embarrass me... It's not because I'm unhappy, but I don't like that kind of occasion. There are too many people... There are not many people who seem to really laugh. There are so many eccentric voices that are annoying in my ears, so I went out for a walk..."

Huang Ying wiped the two chairs and tables, and then moved one for Song Yi to sit down. She sat on the other chair and looked at Song Yi with a smile on her chin and said, "Of course, this kind of thing is very common, not to mention that kind of occasion. I've seen so much, what can I do... Isn't life in this world just to force a smile on many reluctant occasions? At least you can laugh... If you really can't even laugh, you should be desperate!"

After listening to Huang Ying's words, Song Yi looked at her with a slight surprise, and then said with a wry smile, "So, what I want is a power to break free from freedom, and an unrestrained leisurely life..."

"It sounds good..." Huang Ying smiled and regarded this sentence as Song Yi's feeling. When she looked at Song Yi's time, she saw Song Yi frowning and thinking about something.

"Since the imperial edict did not embarrass you, are you ready to go to the south of the Yangtze River before New Year's Eve?" Huang Ying tightened her heart and asked this question that she was reluctant to think about.

"Hmm... King Kang brought the will of the capital, and many things will be settled. I agreed with Lord Zhizhou about some things. In the next few days, I should leave..." Song Yi replied, seeing the loss in Huang Ying's eyes, and his heart was slightly unbearable.

"Then remember to care about here... If you don't come, it will be closed here. It's none of my business if you lose money!" Huang Ying said jokingly, but she couldn't laugh in her heart.

Song Yi smiled and didn't say anything, but it made Huang Ying even more frustrated. In fact, Huang Ying also knew that when Song Yi went to the south of the Yangtze River, he would probably have little time to return to Bianzhou. Not to mention the long way, no one could say anything about Jiangnan. Maybe he went to Jiangnan and fell in love with other women and forgot himself here forever. It's also possible...

Thinking of these things, Huang Ying felt that her heart seemed to be insurmountable as if she had planted a magic barrier.

"Let's go, let's go back together!" Song Yi got up and said.

"Uh-huh!" Hearing this sentence, Huang Ying suddenly warmed her heart and threw away all her worries and stood up.

When I opened the door, I saw wisps of silver threads falling under the imprint of the lantern, and the coolness came to my face...

"It's raining..." The yellow warbler muttered.

Song Yi frowned and looked back. Seeing that there was no umbrella in the shop, he looked back at Huang Ying with a sad face. He immediately smiled and began to undress...

Huang Ying looked at him puzzledly, and after a while, she suddenly realized it.

On this day, this night, in this rain, Huang Ying felt the romance and warmth that really belonged to her alone!

In the hazy night, the drizzle is hazy, and the plain-dressed yellow warbler snuggles tightly on a warm chest, and a wide scholarly robe covers the top of their heads, covering their bodies, slowly drifting forward in the rain, just like a blooming lotus...

She wants to be closer, closer... Until Song Yi stretched out his hand and hugged her soft waist, and pressed her thin body tightly to her warm body... Her face is as bright as a flower at this moment.

Further behind, a graceful figure holding an umbrella looked at the moving lotus in the rain from the hazy street, and its face was full of complex colors!