Emperor Chapter 21 Flower Banquet Invitation

Thirty years of Dingzong, the tenth day of the first lunar month, late at night.

Ke Chengyang, the left capital of the Supervision Institute, led 12 subordinates and 5,000 forest troops to search the whole imperial city. The almost carpet-like crazy search continued until the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds in the morning. During the search, a total of 52 fine works lurking in the imperial city were arrested. Of course, the people did not know that what was captured was a detailed work sent by other countries, because soon after Emperor Xia ordered people to post the imperial list and announce to the world that Qinghe princesses were assassinated, and the assassins were the remnants of the country.

However, this move has attracted the anger of the people of Cang. Anyone with a little brain can clearly see that this is a play directed and performed by Emperor Xia, and the purpose is to kill those who threaten him with sufficient reasons. At the same time, Emperor Xia can understand the details in the imperial city in the name of searching for assassins, and such a smart strategy has to be admirable.

In the Spring Warm Palace, Xia Wuchen, the seventh prince, sat cross-legged on the Persian velvet blanket paid tribute by the State of Jin. The small round table carved with tedious glucose patterns is lit with a furnace of fragrance. Through the dense fog, even time seems to be as silent as solidification. Opposite Xia Wuchen, a young man with slender limbs and martial arts demeanor sat cross-legged. A long silver-white hair casually spread over his shoulders, perhaps because he had just woken up, so his eyes looked a little dull.

"Ouyang Wan, aren't you practicing? How did you fix it in your dream?" Xia Wuchen put down the scroll and a smile slipped through his lips.

"Alas, who asked you to light the broken soul fragrance, which made me fall asleep unconsciously." Ouyang Wan sighed and blamed Xia Wuchen sitting opposite him. Looking around, the light orange light passed through the thin paper window, leaving a little halo in the window lattice, "Is it already evening?"

"Yes, you've been sleeping all afternoon."

"Bad." Ouyang Wan's face showed a chagrin.

"What's the matter, make a fuss?"

"Tonight, Duguyu held a flower banquet in the house and invited the princes and nobles to the banquet. How could I forget this matter? If I don't talk to you, I won't be late."

"What are you going to join in the fun of this Duguyu holding a flower banquet? Don't you already have that actor called Ruo Chan? Why do you want to provoke the unruly and capricious Duguyu now?" Xia Wuchen got up slowly and brushed his long coat with thin ink and thin clouds.

"Don't mention that cicada to me. The little girl played with the disappearance of the world, and I don't know which rich man ran away with or what's going on."

"I'm afraid you are too frivolous to scare her." Xia Wuchen said.

"Come on, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm leaving." Ouyang Wan opened the door slodly and immediately got into the house with a cold wind.

Xia Wuchen frowned and said, "Get out of here and remember to close the door."

Ouyang Wan turned around, stunned for a moment, and stared at Xia Wuchen slightly cunningly: "Seventh Prince, how about attending today's flower banquet with me?"

Xia Wuchen waved his hand and looked impatient: "Don't mention any flower banquet to me. I'm not interested in attending that kind of boring banquet."

When Liu Ye handed over the faint floral invitation to Ling Yue, two words came to her mind: luxury.

presents the dark blue magnetic blue paper, and the three words 'Duguyu', which is very popular, are ironed out with silver foil. Opening the invitation, the beautiful pen in it is a little soft, but it is not a sense of vigor. According to people's words, compared with this Duguyu, even if it is not beautiful, it should be at least a closed moon and shy flower. However, it remains to be verified whether this word was written by Duguyu.

"Flowing night, what exactly does this flower banquet mean?"

"The so-called flower banquet is a banquet where princes and nobles gather together to be vassal and elegant, while the women to be married take the opportunity to choose their beloved."

"Huh? How to say it's like a blind date." Ling Yue smiled and said, "But I don't know this one called Duguyu. Why did she invite me to the flower banquet?"

"Don't underestimate this kind of flower banquet, but most of the people who attend the flower banquet are either rich or noble, which is also a good time to make friends with powerful people to cultivate forces. This is the imperial city, which is not more important than other places. Anyway, you are now nominally the Qinghe princess of Emperor Xia. Naturally, they will want to take advantage of this flower banquet to see you, the princess who made Li Jing slightly angry to death.

"What's so special about attending this flower banquet? For example, what clothes should I wear and do I need to bring some gifts? Also, can you take you there too?"

"There are no rules for this. Just try to dress up as beautifully as possible, but..."

"But what?"

Liu Ye said worriedly: "According to the rules of the flower banquet, the named person must perform a program. I wonder what program you want to perform if you are ordered? You don't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This is a big problem.

Hearing Liu Ye say this, Ling Yue also had a hard time. In that world, piano, chess, oil painting, sketch, Latin dance, whatever you pull out are professional, but these things don't work in this era. But Lingyue felt unwilling not to go to the flower banquet. She is calm and capable in the workplace and absolutely does not allow herself to miss this opportunity to make contacts.

"Never mind, Liu Ye, come with me to the flower party."

"Good." Flowing at night.

"Ha ha, is the girl going to the flower banquet?" While talking, Grandpa Hai came in slowly, still holding the cigarette rod in his hand.

"Yes, why do you want to go, old man?"

"That kind of place is not something I can go to, old man. Before I go there, I have something for you."

"Eh? What's the good thing?" Ling Yue is curious about what good things can be given to her by such an old man.

"Wait a minute." Grandpa Hai turned around, and the afterglow of the sunset dyed his gray back dark orange, and Ling Yue was a little sad.

After a cup of tea, when Grandpa Hai came back again, he held a bright mahogany box in his hand. Ling Yue felt that the wooden box was very familiar and unconsciously walked over. When she saw the three words "Baoqing Pavilion" carved with a thin gold body above the wooden box, she only felt something flashing in her mind. For a long time, she finally remembered that when she was a child, she often saw her mother holding a box, but her mother held it was much smaller than the one in the old man's hand, but without exception. On the top of the box, there are three words "Baoqing Pavilion" carved with a thin gold body.

"What does this Baoqing Pavilion mean?" Ling Yue raised her head and eagerly wanted to know the meaning of these three words.

In that world and this world, the three words Baoqing Pavilion coincide, which shows that these three words must have a special meaning. Ling Yue thought so. Of course, she did not know at this time that the cause and effect of the whole story was also caused by the three words Baoqing Pavilion.