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Volume 1 The Divine Condor Chapter 167 Before the Banquet

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    Chapter 167 Before the Banquet

    The night banquet at Prince Rui¡¯s Mansion is tonight. Xiao Yuesheng agreed readily at noon. Although he regrets it now, he can¡¯t break the promise.

    This afternoon passed quite peacefully. Sanjie Shen, Guan Panpan, Gu Lengqin, Cui Xueyu and Xie Xiaolan sat behind their father and daughter, reading with relish the novel Xiao Yuesheng wrote when he was bored.

    The level of novels in the society at that time only stayed at the level of legendary novels. Almost all of them were talented people and beautiful women, and they were all the same. People who wrote novels would be dismissed as not doing their job properly. The four books and five classics, poems, songs, and travel notes were the orthodox ones.

    Xiao Yuesheng naturally doesn't care about other people's eyes. When he is very bored, there is nothing to see. He really misses the entertainment in the future society, reading books and passing the time, so he entertains himself and shows it to himself.

    He had a lot of time, and he wrote books very casually and eloquently, but he wrote a lot. Most of the girls in Guanlan Villa were as excited as reading science fiction novels in later generations.

    Third Sister Shen and the others watched attentively, occasionally whispering, and soft laughter sounded from time to time, but Xiao Yuesheng could feel the glances they cast behind him from time to time.

    It is a habit for Xie Xiaolan to read and play the piano at the same time. The sound of the piano is tinkling, and the emotions contained in the piano change with her mood. Sometimes it is soothing, sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle like the spring breeze, sometimes like an iron horse, like an iron lute or a bronze drum.  The sound of the instrument is ever-changing, and his piano skills have truly reached a state of perfection. Playing the instrument at will will always make a piece of music.

    Guan Panpan ordered the girl Huan'er who had followed him to bring the teapot, stove and charcoal to the pavilion and cook tea for them at the railing opposite Xiao Yuesheng.

    The gentle breeze blowing from the surface of the pool blew past Xiao Yuesheng and Yang Ruo, father and daughter, and blew away the smoke from the burning charcoal. Only the faint fragrance of tea lingered in the pavilion, lingering, mixing with the fragrance of each of them.  There was an indescribable smell, the small pavilion was shrouded in fragrance, and Xiao Yuesheng was a little tipsy inside.

    The fishing with Yang Ruonan eventually evolved into the two using fish hooks as weapons and secretly competing, not to see who could catch more, but to prevent the other from catching.

    The fishing lines on the two poles are close to each other, and the black iron fish hooks below are very close. When they feel that there is a fish approaching on the other side's hook, they drive it away.

    From the outside, the fishing lines of the two men were moving constantly, as if there were always fish biting the hook. They fished all afternoon, but no fish was caught.

    Finally, when the sun set and the pool surface was full of glow, the two of them fought evenly, with no winner or loser. Xiao Yuesheng looked as usual, but Yang Ruonan was panting heavily, her cheeks were flushed, and she had been working hard all afternoon.  , although her inner strength is very deep, she can't bear it and it's a bit difficult.

    Later, she didn't even have the strength to serve tea, but she refused to admit defeat and persevered. She didn't want to imitate crickets. If her godfather caught the opportunity, he would keep shouting that it's not like that.  If I were to start over, I don¡¯t know how many times I would scream!

    Seeing Yang Ruonan's exhausted look, Xiao Yuesheng couldn't help but laugh. He had no sympathy, but took pleasure in others' misfortune. Yang Ruonan gave his godfather a hard look. Now, he no longer had the strength to speak.

    "The place here is too small and not enjoyable. Let's go fishing on the sea someday!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand vigorously and said boldly. He thought of Peach Blossom Island, which is a fishing place, and you should be able to catch turtles.

    Yang Ruonan, who was paralyzed on the wisteria soft chair, immediately had his eyes brightened. Although he was so tired that it was difficult to speak, he still nodded vigorously.

    The sun was shining brightly during the day, as if spring was about to arrive. At night, the true nature of winter was revealed. The slight night wind brought a chill, like a gentle lancet, as thin as a cicada's wing, blowing on the face.  , there is slight pain.

    In Prince Rui's mansion, the lights are brightly lit, and red lanterns are hung everywhere. The front and courtyard of the mansion are spotless. Under the reddish light of the lanterns, the red-lacquered door looks brand new and bright, as if it is newly painted. Dozens of gold nails on the door are shining.  With golden light, the majesty of the palace is fully displayed.

    And the four strong soldiers standing under the two red lanterns were full of energy, standing with their swords in hand. The light of their armors and the burning light in their eyes were awe-inspiring.  The moment he was caught in the gaze of the four guards, he became a little shorter. He was so frightened and terrified that he didn't dare to get close.

    At this time, the moon was over the treetops, and the air was freezing. Among the four elite soldiers, there was a man who was pacing back and forth in front of the house. His brocade gown was shining under the lantern.

    This person has a simple face and a thin figure. He is Zhao Zimei, the chief steward of Prince Rui's Mansion. At this time, he has completely lost his usual majesty and looks anxious. He walks back and forth, sometimes looking at the long street paved with bluestones. On both sides of the long street  They are all lanterns, illuminating them clearly. People coming and going can see clearly at a glance. It is too cold outside at this time and no one can be seen.Shadow, only the sound of boots could be heard, and the sound of Butler Zhao pacing vigorously was particularly loud in the silent street.

    In Prince Rui¡¯s Mansion, in the quiet garden, Mr. Liu, the teacher of the Prince¡¯s Mansion, sat down on a low couch to do his exercises. His eyelids decorated with long eyelashes were slightly opened, and there seemed to be clear light flowing in his eyes. His expression was peaceful, like a Guanyin master.

    She let out a slow breath, and a faint gleam of light seemed to flash across her jade-carved face and disappear.

    Just at this moment, "Pipei" knocked on the door twice. The sound was slight and slow, and you could hear the cautiousness of the person knocking on the door.

    Mr. Liu got off the couch, straightened out the moon-white silk gown, and stroked it gently with his jade palms. The wrinkles made during meditation were stroked by his jade palms, and they were smooth as new.

    Mr. Liu picked up the bead curtain, came to the outer door, and opened the door. Standing at the door was a young girl in plain palace clothes, with a thin layer of powder on her snow-white face. She was graceful in her fragility. She was exactly  Princess Lianrou, who has recovered from a serious illness, breathes white hot breath, and her small nose is reddish, showing a hint of beauty.

    "Rou'er, come in!"

    "What are you doing, sir?" Princess Lianrou walked in with a light figure, like a soft wind supporting the wind. She closed the door to prevent the cold air from outside the room from entering. She bent down and took off her small embroidered shoes, wearing them.  White socks, stepping onto the plain white carpet in the house, asked in a soft voice.

    "You came just after finishing evening classes." Mr. Liu flicked his clothes, sat cross-legged on the couch, pointed at the moon-white embroidered pier beside the sandalwood table opposite the couch, and motioned for Lian Rou to sit down.

    "Oh, then I must have disturbed you sir!" Princess Lianrou apologized. Since she recovered, she has also become interested in martial arts and knows that people should not be disturbed when practicing.

    "It's okay, it's okay." Mr. Liu waved his jade hands, looked at Lian Rou who was sitting upright with his clear eyes, a faint smile appeared on his cold melon seed face, raised his dark eyebrows that grew slanting into his temples, and said with a smile: "  Rou'er must have put a lot of effort into dressing up!"

    "How can there be¡ª¡ª!!" Lianrou's snow-white cheeks turned red, and two red clouds suddenly climbed up her cheeks. She had always been weak. She had only left the house a few times since she was a child, and rarely saw her alive.  People are easily shy. Once Mr. Liu revealed what was on his mind, he immediately couldn't hide his shame. His clear eyes flashed back and forth, but he didn't dare to look directly.

    Mr. Liu's face slowly darkened, and he regained his coolness. He looked at her for a long time, then sighed deeply, shook his head, hesitated to speak, and finally said meaningfully: "You have to be careful¡ª¡ª!"  Deep in the cold eyes, there is a hint of worry in the love.

    "What's wrong?" Princess Lianrou was a little confused and looked at Mr. Liu with soft eyes.

    Without her sister, Princess Lian Jing, her face looked so beautiful and peaceful, with a faint blush at this time, as beautiful as a peach blossom in bloom.

    "It's nothing." Mr. Liu shook his head, the solemnity on Yu's face disappeared, and he asked with a faint smile: "Isn't Mr. Zixu here yet?"

    "No!" Lian Rou seemed to sigh, with a hint of resentment. She glanced at the window, with a slight anxiety on her soft face, and sighed: "Maybe he won't come!"

    "No, it won't happen!" Mr. Liu shook his head, his tone was affirmative, and his two slender white jade hands made a few gestures that were like Buddhist mudra. His fingers were as white as green onions. He was so fast that there was an afterimage, extremely  Like a white lotus blooming on the chest, it is extremely graceful.

    Princess Lianrou looked at Mr. Liu's actions with some envy, thinking about how long she would be able to do this if she also learned martial arts.

    "Rou'er really wants to learn martial arts?" Mr. Liu's two jade hands slowly slowed down, lowered to the Dantian, and pinched the Great Fearless Art in his hands. The true energy in his body had been straightened out. When he saw Lian Rou's eyes, he could guess her thoughts.  , asked in a calm voice.

    "Well, seeing that my husband has never been sick and disaster-free, Lian Rou is so envious!" Lian Rou nodded gently, with emotion in her tone, and a self-pitying smile: "When I was lying on the bed, Lian Rou thought, what if  If you can live again, you must practice martial arts well like Mr. and be able to be free from all diseases!"

    "Alas!  No one can escape the eight sufferings of life. Even though I have martial arts, it is still difficult for me to escape the suffering of birth, old age, illness and death. Rou'er should not put too much hope in martial arts!"

    Mr. Liu smiled faintly and looked at Lianrou with longing in his eyes, his heart full of pity.

    Lian Rou has been tortured by a terminal illness for more than ten years. When she sees other women happily enjoying health, she must be unwilling and in pain. Now that she has regained a new life, she is probably beyond grateful!

    "Mr. Liu, sister, Mr. Zixu will be here soon! Come out quickly!" A crisp voice sounded outside the window, full of joy and vitality. It was Princess Lianjing who was shouting and urging outside.
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