Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 161
Taohuawu, the capital city, is located in the western suburbs, backed by Yanshan Mountain.

Every spring, the peach trees all over the mountains bloom coquettishly, and the pink petals are just like the lips of a girl, soft and fragrant.

The banquet was held later this year, and the Ministry of Industry somehow managed to make the petals on the peach tree continue to bloom beautifully.

The tender and tender concubine red is inserted on the mountain, like a beautiful flower tin buried in a hair bun of black silk.

With the winding Qingshui River, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a fantasy fairyland.

The Peach Blossom Poetry Banquet is a fun place for ladies and gentlemen to play and play.

Daughters are better than talent and sentiment, sons are more romantic than Wen Tao.

Every year at the Peach Blossom Banquet, the fourth prince Yingqi is the host of the banquet, and this year is no exception.

When the sun is shining, Taohuawu is already crowded with people.

The carriages lined up in front of the vermilion rivet door like a swimming dragon.

Who would dare not give the face of the Fourth Prince?
In a secluded small courtyard in Taohuawu, one can faintly hear the sound of blushing and beating heart.

The door of the room was ajar, and on the bed, a man and a woman were intertwined.

"Your Highness, I can't take it anymore." The woman raised her head high, with a slightly painful expression.

Ying Qi smiled softly to comfort him, "Be patient, and the hall will be tied up soon."

On the couch, the woman's snow-white back was covered in blood.

If you get closer, you can see the dense needle holes, like a beehive, which is very scary.

The man's white fingers were pinching an embroidery needle, and there was a strange and excited light in his beautiful peach eyes.

Like an embroidered flower, he shuttled like a butterfly on the snowy back with a needle.

The crimson color trickled down the bed to the floor.

The woman couldn't stand such torture and passed out.

It took a long time for Ying Qi to stop, he looked at the "beautiful scenery" in front of him comfortably, and licked his lips excitedly.

"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine" he murmured to himself, seeming to be choked up and sobbing, and also seemed to chuckle lightly in a trance.

After the blood on the snowy back slowly dried up, Ying Qi got down from the couch, washed his hands and changed his clothes calmly.

"If you are still alive, tell Master Zhang to take his daughter as a concubine. If you die, find a tree and bury it."

After a break, the man stepped out of the yard, and walked towards the front yard gracefully, as if he had lost the crazy and crazy look just now.

Not long after he went out, a man in black robe fell on the roof beam.

His back was so scrawny that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this beautiful lady, she has been tied into a sieve." The man's voice was hoarse, like a knife sawing wood.

The front yard of Taohuawu is full of guests.

People in twos and threes accompanied them in and out, either admiring the flowers, or chatting about which girl fell in love with whose young master, and there were new styles of good things in the shops in the capital.

When Yingyan and Wang Ruofou came in together, many noble ladies were stunned.

These two people don't have much contact with each other on weekdays, how did they get together?

There are fewer curious people, but more compliments.

"The Princess is here to attend this peach blossom banquet, what else can we do?"

"No, no one in Beijing knows that the princess is so talented, and we are all here to be green leaves."

"Last year at the Peach Blossom Poetry Banquet, the princess won the first prize. I think it will be like this again this year!"

The noble ladies surrounded Yingyan, all of them fawning on their faces, for fear that the flattery would be too late.

Yingyan wore a lotus root pink cross-neck skirt today, and she took off her white dress. This elegant and refined dress set off her elegance and gentleness.

I saw her brows relaxed, and after hearing all these flattering words, there was not much change on her face, "The ladies are flattering, my princess often writes poems just to express her feelings from her heart, where is there any talent?"

She is so modest, but it makes many boys around her feel good.

"The princess is full of knowledge, why should I be humble."

"That's right, this girl has both looks and looks, she deserves to be the number one talented woman in Beijing."

Many handsome gentlemen secretly looked at Ying Yan, whose ethereal demeanor made people yearn to worship.

Ying Yan pursed her lips and remained silent, but her heart was filled with joy.

That little bitch of the Lu family has repeatedly teased herself, and today she came to this peach blossom feast to see how she humiliated her in front of everyone.

Thinking of this, a hint of sternness flashed across the gentle almond eyes.

Wang Ruofou stood aside, and said with a smile, "I heard that the lady of the Lu family is also a wonderful person who understands poetry and painting. After a while, she might be able to overwhelm the princess."

She was joking like this, but some people didn't buy it.

"That lady of the Lu family, besides having a beautiful skin, it's really hard to say whether she has enough knowledge to compose poetry." The one who refuted was Prince Fu Shijia's son - Shi Yi.

Historians can be regarded as the heyday of learning in Beijing.

Many books in the Hanlin Academy were compiled and edited, and historians helped restore them to completion.

For the appreciation of poetry and books, historians can be said to be second to none.

Therefore, many people echoed Shi Yi's words.

He had seen that lady of the Lu family before at the spring banquet, and when she looked at it from a distance, it made her bones crumble.

But he hates such a charming and charming woman the most. Even if he likes his body, his heart that thinks he is pure and pure is not willing to admit it.

Men, they don't agree.

He said that he likes elegant women with plain makeup, but if a charming girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

Just look, he is ready to pounce on the enchantress like a wolf like a tiger.

Delicate and gentle, who doesn't like it, who doesn't love it?
Therefore, a fake nobility is not as good as a real villain.

In Taohuawu, all the ladies and gentlemen seem to have made up their minds, and they all think that the lady of the Lu family is just a vase-like figure.

In terms of talent and learning, Princess Yingyan is even better.

"What are you talking about? Let the hall be happy too." Ying Qi walked over from nowhere, and asked with a smile on his red lips.

Everyone looked at him, and couldn't help but be dazzled by that glamorous color.

Although His Royal Highness is a man, his appearance is too feminine and handsome.

There are rumors among the folks that His Royal Highness's birth mother is from Jin Qi.

Wang Ruofu was thinking of making trouble, when he heard a message from a servant outside the door saying, "Madam of the Su family, the lady of the Lu family is here."

This is really a coincidence, just now everyone was talking about the lady of the Lu family, but now they are here.

In front of the red-painted door with rivets, the carriage stopped slowly.

Su Wanwan directly opened the curtain and jumped down first. Seeing many people outside the door, she was taken aback for a moment, and then realized, these people with feelings are here to bully her fourth mother, right?

Look at the eyes of each of them watching the excitement, and give them a whip to be honest.

Su Wanwan thought angrily, and involuntarily touched the nine-section Langya whip on her waist.

The curtains of the car floated, revealing the thin veil first.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of jade hands dyed with Kodan stretched out.

The gentlemen present felt short of breath and wanted those little hands to caress them gently.

Heart itching, grinding people.

When the dress was fully exposed in front of everyone, the charming beauty also stood still.

The begonia-colored dress complemented Lu Siniang's beauty, not to mention the peach blossom fairy, even the peach blossom fairy was not as good as the person in front of her.

The bright little face is like Fang Fei drunk, hazy and somewhat unreal beauty, and the graceful willow waist, which is not full of grip, is as soft as the wind blowing in the air.

Seeing the crowd staring at him in a daze, Lu Ziyu couldn't help but chuckle.

She walked lightly, just like a blue cloud coming out of Xiu, walking out of the lotus platform.

"Yo, Si Niang is so ostentatious, to let so many noble girls and sons wait for her?"

The voice is soft and delicate.

Shi Yi only felt hot all over, staring blankly at the beauty in front of him, couldn't bear to turn his eyes away.

Except for him, who among the gentlemen present can avoid this shimmering posture.
　4.4 Remembrance of every living being tortured by the new crown

　　
　
(End of this chapter)