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She suddenly misses these happy times. Maybe he is not only for her happiness, but also for him...

She bit her lip and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how to say it.

In a dilemma, there was suddenly a lot of music outside.

The long eyebrows trembled, and the eyes opened slowly, and smiled charmingly at her: "The good show has begun!"

Is it a good play he starred in or depends on other people's good plays, or both?

Then he put on the most gorgeous clothes and wrapped the peacock cloak around her shoulder.

"Yun Cai, would you like to play a play with me?" Extremely low: "Only once..."

She was shocked... He mentioned too much "once" along the way... No, it seems that this is the second time, but why does she think...

And why do you get scared every time you think of this "once"?

Without waiting for her to think too much, the door opened and the music poured in like a tide. Under the car, Hu Lun and others were welcoming them respectfully.

Qian Yumo shook the light all over his body and got out of the car like a worshipped god, which attracted all the attention in an eye.

Luo Wen'er was about to follow, but suddenly he stopped and brushed Hu Lun's hand that he wanted to help. Instead, he turned around and stretched out his hand to her...

He was elegant, smiled slightly, and the stars in his eyes shattered, and he only looked at her for a moment.

She seemed to be hypnotized and couldn't help putting her hand in his palm.

When touching that little coolness, I suddenly had an idea in my mind... Is this moment a play? Is it true?

There were boos around because of the improper act of the state. Try to see that woman, although she is wrapped in a luxurious peacock, her hairdress is obviously a maid of honor. Of course, she has a little grade, but how can she let the state master get out of the car? Qian Yumo is really getting more and more outrageous. She is just a maid of honor. Why did she spoil her to the sky?

I lost my identity!

I lost my identity!

In fact, when the boos were everywhere, Luo Wener instantly understood what everyone was thinking and wanted to take back her hand, but his fingertips were held by him in time.

The corners of his lips are warm and soft, and the bottom of his eyes seem to be spoiled and joking, as if to say, don't you want to play this scene with me?

It's a play. Is it really just a play?

Also, she seems to have heard him say... only once...

When he was in a trance, he got out of the car with his hand. As a result, he was distracted by something and almost fell down. It was his arm that naturally supported her...

"Be careful!"

The soft words fell on her ears, but it seemed to be heard by everyone, because she saw more contempt and disdain on everyone's faces.

At this moment, she suddenly felt heartbroken for the man around her.

The music is still magnificent, but there is a faint mess and complexity, which seems to be slack and careless to the visitors.

Luo Wen'er couldn't help but be a little angry.

When she stepped on the red carpet rolling to the distant imperial steps, she wanted to pull back her hand, but he clenched it tightly and pinched it hard, prompting her to pay attention to her emotions.

So she tried her best to stretch her face and followed him step by step towards the imperial step.

She is not as serious as expected. Is she too**? Why does she always feel that the people on both sides seem to be laughing at his faintness?

There is anger rising in my heart.

It was he who held her hand, silently conveyed warmth and comfort, and silently felt her heart.

This long but short red carpet road is the closest road to the hearts of two people.

However, a person came out halfway. He was a small fireman in ochre clothes and came to inform him of an important news: "The emperor is taking a nap and has no time to meet the Lord of Wuya. Please go to the post house to rest first."

Coming from afar, the person who came to meet was such an unpopular eunuch, or with such a tone. Now he stopped halfway and couldn't even enter the hall... Luo Wener only felt the anger in her heart rolling around.

Qian Yumo shook her hand, and his tone was as warm as ever: "If that's the case, I'll go to rest first..."

The little fireman smiled and said polite words, but how he listened with a gentleness, and his eyes fell on the hands of the two people intentionally or unintentionally, and then smiled meaningfully.

Qian Yumo walked back with her, but as soon as she turned around, a group of people gathered around, greeting or joking or making friends.

Luo Wener listened for a long time and found that these are all national masters or important figures in relatively large vassal states. In the past, she only heard that Yuanyu's heavenly dynasty was full of countries, but they were just names that appeared and disappeared. Now she can see them with her own eyes. It's really... dazzling.

Listening to these insincere or scheming words, it is extremely annoying, but thousands of Yumo is easy to answer correctly, which is not only elegant and decent. It also just shows his luxury, waste and incompetence, but also does not leak through the important situation of boundless, like a Taijiquan. Go, reverse the bottom line of others, which can't but make her admire.

Qian Yumo, should I say that you are a good actor or a good country owner?

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Until the third day, a small fireman came to the post hall. Yan Yuanjun Tianzi was going to hold a banquet in Yonghua Palace to wash the wind and dust for the Lord of the Endless Kingdom.

Of course, that's what I mean. If the emperor sets a special banquet for a prince, it's simply a joke. It's nothing more than gathering the princes and kings together to eat, drink and have fun with the help of the banquet.

However, the joke was still spread in the post hall, so Qian Yumo immediately became the target of public criticism. The second month of the pilgrimage of the emperor has long passed. Some princes have returned to their home, leaving them waiting to see the bustle or benefit, or engage in alliances in private. Therefore, many people are still stranded in the post office. At this moment, they have filed out, seen Qian Yumo, mocked them, and tend to flatter them, all because he was late. He can still be entertained by the emperor, but these important figures can only serve him as a foil.

Luo Wener felt that if she was Qian Yumo, she could not live this hypocritical life for a day, but Qian Yumo still responded to the past one by one. He was neither humble nor arrogant, but also showed the demeanor of a great country. From time to time, she also showed her innocence and let the other party take precautions, which simply took these individual tricable guys It's so coaxed.

In the Yonghua Palace, the plan is intertwined and luxurious.

The emperor sits high on the throne, and the twelve jades hanging under the crown cover his face, and the pale temples can still be seen. He seemed to have drunk a little, crooked on the armrest, holding a golden cup, and kept shouting that the distinguished guests were drinking together.

VIPs are all on both sides under the jade steps, and they are arranged in several rows according to the status of the participants. Naturally, the great powers are at the forefront. Every country has a case, and the wine and delicacies are fragrant.

Qianyu's elegant demeanor has not diminished. He received the wine of the emperor and respected the princes and kings. His lips smiled and his eyes were shining. Although the leaders of various countries were extraordinary and each had their own advantages, he was the only one who was dazzling, attracting the ladies of those lords of the country. The beauty who danced in the field glanced at them one after another, and their eyes were charming. Affectionate.

Even the maids of honor who are drinking are willing to come here, with slender fingers like orchids and crisp breasts like snow, always swaying in front of Qian Yumo intentionally or unintentionally.

Luo Wener lowered her eyes and retreated, but was caught by Qian Yumo and held in the palm of her hand.

Although the important people from all sides have changed their cups, no one has ignored the movement here. Seeing this, he immediately changed his eyes, smiled, and then someone opened his mouth.

Luo Wener can't remember which lord he is talking about. He must not be one of the five vassal states.

This gathering of princes and the banquet of the emperor is nothing more than a banquet attended by high-level figures. Just like the New Year's Eve of Liquan Hall, the major families are sitting upright and seem solemn, while the little nobles under the wings are fighting back and there. In fact, the fighting is nothing more than the face and power of the family.

And whose pawn is the prince who opened his mouth this time, and let's see whose expression is more comfortable after his voice.

"Although the Lord of Wuya is late again this time, the emperor specially set up a banquet for you and asked me to wait to accompany him. It's really face, haha..."

Only one sentence can be said to be a pun, which not only shows that Yuanjun Tianzi glanced at Qian Yumo, which aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, but also reduced everyone's identity and put Qian Yumo on the cusp of the storm. If you contact the three days of being snold by Yuanjun Tianzi because of being late, there will be more layers of mocking Qian Yumo and praising Yuanjun Tianzi. A lot of meanings are really unusual.

Everyone laughed, and then Luo Wener saw Beihua, the lord of the State of Hui, slightly exposed.

Doesn't he know what the gold and silver threads on his body are exchanged for? However, I heard that Huiguo's last year was not good because of the continuous rain, if...

She couldn't help looking at Qian Yumo... She felt strange when she saw Huiguo transporting a large amount of cotton to Wuya. According to Qian Yumo's temperament, I'm afraid he had already started to make some "ghost ideas"?

"Haha, even if I'm late, I'm afraid I'll miss the table one day..." The lord of another small country got on the stubble: "But I can't get along with this year's bustle!"

The corners of Luo Wen'er's eyes jumped... What does absence mean? Isn't it about looking at the emperor for nothing? What exactly is this person's intention?

Qian Yumo has been holding her hand. Through the change of strength and temperature, she could guess what he was thinking. He told her not to be impatient. These jumping clowns are just happy mouths, and there is no need to fight with them. And if you are not angry, it is them who should be angry.

Really, someone couldn't calm down: "Lord Wuya, what treasure did you bring to make the emperor happy this time? I remember that you made great efforts to get the right to hold the Fighting Fragrance Conference last year. Why, why don't you bring the beauty you love now, but..."

The eyes shaved Luo Wener back and forth: "This is also good. It's yours..."

Qian Yumo raised his eyes, although he was still smiling, but Moyu-like eyes seemed to condense into black ice that could absorb human energy, which made the man silent in an hour.