Chapter 159 Unswerving Beauty

Pan's house, in the inner courtyard, Pan Ying was talking about family life with his mother, but he kept leaning out. Seeing his daughter like this, Pan Wenshi couldn't help smiling and asking the reason.

Pan Ying blushed and said nothing, but the joy that came from the eyebrows. As an experienced person, how could Pan Wen not think about what she was?

"You girl, such a crazy smile, do you miss Xiao Langjun? After all, I like that man. Say it and let my mother know.

"Mother, you make fun of your daughter again..."

Pan Ying answered shyly. His awkward appearance was extremely lovable, which made Pan Wenshi reach out and poke her on the head a few times. "You stupid girl, you still sell things to your mother. Your father went to the north, and your mother will decide the affairs in the house. If you are a good family, your mother can also nod and settle the marriage."

"Real?"

Hearing this, Pan Ying raised her head eagerly and saw Pan Wen's smile on her face. She hurriedly lowered her head and squeezed the corners of her clothes. "My daughter has only seen him a few times, but do you know? His poems are touching.

How can you get a person to write 'People don't get up, the general's white hair and tears' is so dedicated to repaying the country, but in the end it can't be sad?

Later, he changed, 'the shadow is slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk's a calm state of mind, and there is more 'out of the mud but not staining, washing green lotus but not demon' is lonely and arrogant..."

He said intermittently. Pan Ying's face was full of the happiness of the little woman. Pan Wenshi had been listening with a smile. When she finished speaking, he said, "Zhi'er said it's the new top champion?"

He nodded shyly again, and his voice was inaudible. "At first, my daughter just felt that she couldn't see through him, but she was just a little curious, but now..."

"My mother also heard that this champion is a good-in-law, and it's no wonder that Zhen'er is thinking about him."

Being teased by Pan Wenshi, Pan Ying immediately flew on her cheeks, "Mother, you're here again..."

The mother and daughter were talking. At the door, a small head poked out, but it was Pan Ying's maid.

Seeing the little maid dodging, and looking at the absent-minded Pan Ying, Pan Wenshi couldn't help shaking his head and wrying bitterly, "The girl can't help it. You girl, your heart is no longer here. Why do you stay here?"

After spitting out his tongue, Pan Ying bent down and hurried out.

"Liu Er, how's it going?"

Grabbing the little maid's sleeve, Pan Ying quickly asked. The latter smiled and said, "Here, miss, the eldest son invited the champion. At this moment, he is holding a banquet in the pavilion in the house."

"He's coming!"

Pan Ying's heart suddenly jumped up and hurried out. After being happy, she quickly reached out and straightened her clothes. "Liu Er, do you think I look?"

Seeing that the young lady showed a rare panicked look, the little maid couldn't help laughing secretly, "Very good. Liu Er thinks that the young lady is the most beautiful in the world, and the champion can't move."

"You girl, you know how to talk!"

After saying that, he straightened his long hair and then continued to move forward.

The breeze is sparkling, and the water lilies in the pond have not yet spit out flowers, but with the meaning of freshness, under the water lilies, a few small fish poke their heads out from time to time and spit out bubbles happily.

"It's the joy of fish to travel leisurely."

Drinking a glass of Chinese wine, Li Zhi couldn't help sighing. Although Pan Mei was born as a general, the house was extremely pure and elegant. How could she not have a little emotion?

"Ha ha, brother Yuan Pei, the fish is happy because of the water. We have good wine in hand, and we should be happy for it today!"

Pan Ji raised his glass and smiled. Han Guo Hua and others naturally raised their glasses and responded, "Brother Wen Feng said very well. In this situation, you should have a drink."

Yang Yanzhao also raised his glass and drank with the crowd, but there was still a trace between his eyebrows. Until now, he did not understand why Pan Ji took the initiative to make friends with him?

Is it the reason for Zhao Dezhao?

Being in the imperial city, I had to think more, but after careful consideration, I felt that it was inappropriate. Since it was clear that night, how could Zhao Dezhao do such a eye-catching thing?

While thinking about it, a trace of fragrance came from the tip of her nose. She raised her head, but saw a girl who had several faces. Today, she was still a red dress gently shaken in the wind, reflecting her white face that could be broken, but she was also a beautiful woman.

"The slave family has met you."

Gently saluted, and Pan Ji said, "Let you laugh. This is a sister-in-law. She is usually a talented person. I think he came recklessly after listening to what the servants in the house said."

Pan Ji's modest words attracted Pan Ying's shy bow, while Li Zhi and others saw the beautiful woman and pretended to be a decent gentleman and hurriedly shook it, saying that it was okay.

Another slight salute. Pan Ying walked to the left empty seat of Pan Ji. Liu Er had already brought the wooden chair and cup.

She leaned over and sat down. Next to her, she was the person she was thinking of, and her heart jumped a little faster.

Yang Yanzhao, who was bowing his head, suddenly felt a fragrance and raised his hand, but saw Pan Ying holding a wine glass to him. "A few days ago, Mr. Yang came out to save him. The slave family hasn't said thank you yet. Let's express my gratitude with this glass of water wine."

After saying that, after drinking a glass of wine, Li Zhi and several people frowned, as if they wanted to know what had happened between them.

After drinking the wine, Yang Yanzhao still explained, "The girl is serious. Yang Jing doesn't dare to be greedy. It was the hero of the army who saved the girl."

"Brother Yanzhao, you don't have to be humble. Pan Wenfeng, Li Zhuangshi of the Xiangjun, has come to thank you. Only Brother Yanzhao was not feeling well a few days ago. It's not convenient for me to disturb you. At present, Zhen'er's toast and thank you is also deserved."

After Pan Ying blushed and sat down, Li Zhi hurriedly asked the reason for the matter. Yang Yanzhao felt that there was nothing to say, but Pan Ying was shy and unwilling to open his mouth. Seeing this, Pan Ji told him with a smile.

"So that's it. Brother Yan Zhao can always spread the good things of this hero to save the beauty, but I can only forget it..."

The sour joke made Yang Yanzhao shake his head and smiled bitterly, and at this time, laughter also came from the distance, "I said how can I see the magpie in front of the hall today? It turns out that I can meet all the talented people!"

Turning around, it turned out to be Zhao Dezhao in casual clothes.

Yang Yanzhao's eyebrows dispersed, and the shyness and joy on Pan Ying's face disappeared. Even Li Zhi and others were a little awe-inspiring.

Because they still remember what Yang Yanzhao said, from ancient times to the present, it is rare for the emperor's relatives to enjoy their life. Therefore, if possible, it is better to stay away from it as far away from it...

"I've seen the prince!"

"Don't be polite," Zhao Dezhao shook his sleeves gently, then turned around and said to Pan Ji with a straight face, "Oh, Wenfeng, you actually drink and write poems with the six gentlemen here, but you don't let me know. It's really abominable!"

After a long time of intercourse, Pan Ji also understood what Zhao Dezhao said, which was just a joke, so he answered calmly, "The prince was angry. I and Yan Zhao and I just met by chance. The words were a little bit speculative, so I brazenly invited him to the house to have a chat."

Irre noting Pan Ji, Zhao Dezhao stepped forward and asked Pan Ying softly, "Zun'er, how are these two days?"

"Everything is fine with the slave family, which makes the prince worried."

It's just two or three words, but who here can't see the meaning? Even Wen Zhongshu looked up at Yang Yanzhao, who was sitting quietly.

The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless, but is this beauty a curse or a blessing for Yan Zhao's brother?

After seeing the ceremony, Zhao Dezhao smiled and let everyone sit down again. Pan Ji gave up the main position, and a group of people continued to talk about scriptures. However, perhaps influenced by Yang Yanzhao, even Li Zhi was no longer open-spoken. The atmosphere was harmonious, but there was no lively.

Pan Ji naturally noticed it, but Zhao Dezhao's sudden visit was unexpected. He could only raise his glass frequently and hope that Pan Ying would feel satisfied and stop pestering him all day long.

Putting down the finished cup, Pan Ji glanced at Pan Ying and saw that she ignored Zhao Dezhao, but from time she looked up at Yang Yanzhao and couldn't help sighing secretly.

Maybe you shouldn't listen to Zhen'er's words today.

Zhao Dezhao still had a smile on his face, but Pan Ji knew that he was angry. The hand that was holding the glass put into the sleeve under the wine table.

There is no need to guess too much. Pan Ji, who knows the other party very well, knows that those slender hands must have been clenched into fists, but for many years of humiliation, so that he can keep his face unchanged.

But those close to him understood that Zhao Dezhao was unhappy.

It was more than half an hour. Yang Yanzhao took the lead in looking up at the sky and bent down to Zhao Dezhao. "Your Majesty, it's almost time. I'll go back first. Thank you for Brother Wenfeng's banquet."

After several greetings, the guest left. Pan Ying waited until she couldn't see Yang Yanzhao's figure before she took her reluctant eyes back.

"Ji'er..."

Zhao Dezhao was about to open his mouth, but Pan Ying bowed and saluted, "Your Majesty, the slave family was a little tired, so he went back to his room to rest."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the backyard. He walked a little light and seemed to have happy things in his heart. How could he be a little tired?

"Wen Feng, have you known it for a long time?"

After Pan Ying left, Zhao Dezhao's face was a little cold. He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice. Pan Ji on one side sighed and did not deny, "Your Majesty, Zhener has liked to dance and play with ink since she was a child. Now there is a talented person in front of her, and it is also human nature to admire him.

Pan Wenfeng hopes that the prince will not blame her. One day, Zhener will find that the prince is the one who sincerely takes her.

Zhao Dezhao didn't say anything. For a long time, he turned around and walked straight out, leaving Pan Ji to sigh again and whisper, "What a bad fate..."

In the princess's mansion, Chai Qingyun's face was frosty. He reached out and waved down the dressing bronze mirror on the table. The green beads on one side hurried forward to comfort him, "Little lord, don't hurt your body."

"Pearl, do you think the little lady of the Pan family also likes him?"

"This..."

Lvzhu stammered her words and didn't know how to answer. As soon as the little master came back from the Yanwang Mansion, he happened to see the Yan Wang alone drinking, which had reached the point of drunkenness.

When will the gentle King of Yan be so drunk?

When the little master helped him into the room to rest, he was so angry. Although Lvzhu didn't know why, how could he not understand now?

Little master, she is eating.

Seeing that Lv Zhu didn't speak, Chai Qingyun's jade fist hammered a few times on the table, and then got up, "Pear, bring pen and ink. I want to write a letter to Brother Fang!"