Xie Zhao and Yu Anan were stunned for a moment, then shook their heads and laughed.
...Don't tell me, Han Changsheng's self-summary is really spot-on and very lifelike.
Today he was wearing a dark blue cloud top with a narrow waist and a long hem. He was elegant, handsome, and full of nobility, but... from the back, he really looked like a swallowtail butterfly in full bloom.
Calculating that time was almost up, they stopped talking and boarded the carriage that had been waiting for them at the gate of the Jiumen Admiral's Mansion, and then set off towards Princess Pingyang's Mansion in the south of the city.
Li Suining did not go with them because he had to practice swordsmanship during the day - but in Han Changsheng's words, it was probably just an excuse for Master Li to practice swordsmanship, and he was probably afraid of Princess Pingyang, so he was not happy. Go and see this eye.
Come to think of it, he usually avoids this fox-like and charming Eldest Princess whenever he can, so how could he go to the Eldest Princess's house to embarrass himself at this stall and let the noble disciples of Zhaoge look at him for nothing? A joke?
Mr. Li is very proud.
Perhaps because there were many carriages with the same destination as theirs, the road was unsurprisingly very crowded. The carriages they were riding in stopped and walked and swayed on the street until they stopped near the Princess Pingyang Mansion. When he was on the street, Xie Zhao's face was already pale and green, and he looked vaguely like vomiting.
Fortunately, the carriage finally reached its destination at the critical moment and stopped steadily on the long street in front of Princess Pingyang's mansion.
——This place is still some distance away from the gate of the Princess's Mansion, but the coachman can no longer drive the carriage any closer, because the road ahead has already been blocked by sedans and carriages of today's guests from the Princess's Mansion.
Han Changsheng was the first to push open the carriage door.
He looked at the crowded scene in front of him with bright eyes, and exclaimed: "How can this Princess Pingyang actually invite so many people to come to the banquet?"
This surprised him quite a bit.
Ling You followed closely behind. He looked sideways outside the carriage, and then explained lightly:
"This is actually normal. After all, her Autumn Moon Festival was held using the gimmick of 'making friends through martial arts'. Nowadays, everyone in the world is martial, especially the dignitaries of various dynasties, who are even more attracted to martial arts masters.
Although the peerless masters did not dare to think of recruiting them as their disciples, if they could recruit one or two first-rate and second-rate masters in the world through this grand gathering of "making friends through martial arts", then it would be a worthwhile trip. "
Xie Zhao's lips were a bit white, but she was physically disabled and strong-willed. Even in such a world, she still managed to put on a smile and teased Ling Or in a weak voice:
"Our Ling or is now a top-notch expert in the Saint King Realm. He just doesn't make a move tonight. If he does, those powerful people will definitely be impressed by our young heroic figure, Ling Shaoxia - ugh..."
...Xie Zhao was still very uncomfortable, and after talking about it, he felt nauseated and almost vomited.
Han Changsheng pretended to look at her with a puzzled expression, and secretly provoked:
"Azhao, even if Ling is a little worse than this young master, you won't be so disgusted when you talk about Ling's heroic appearance as a young man that you feel like vomiting... It hurts our Ling You’s heart so much.”
Ling You smiled helplessly.
He ignored Han Changsheng's teasing, but looked at Xie Zhao with some worry and asked:
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? It's strange, too. You're so good at qinggong and your riding skills are top-notch, so why do you still have this weird problem of getting dizzy..."
Xie Zhao waved her hands with difficulty. She took a deep breath as if she was "dying" and said with a slumped head:
"...living things and dead things, how can they be the same..."
Han Changsheng suppressed his laughter and joked: "Why is it different? Isn't it more bumpy to fly around with Qinggong and ride a fast horse?"
Every time Xie Zhao fainted in the carriage, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to have fun.
——It was only then that he could defeat Xie Zhao, the village bully with "black hands and a vicious tongue".
Xie Zhao rolled his eyes helplessly, "Go away, what's the difference between these? One has no roof, and the other has a roof."
She stretched out her finger and threatened him: "... Han Changsheng, I advise you to think about the consequences before you act arrogantly. Don't let me deal with you all at once."
The strange smile on Han Changsheng's face froze. The next moment, he "hummed" and adjusted his "Swallowtail Butterfly" clothes, which was a handsome young man. Then he glanced at Xie Zhao sideways and said, "A good man can't do it." Fighting with girls." He immediately ran out of the carriage in a hurry.
Ling You laughed and shook his head.
"Xie Zhao, come down first. The air above the carriage is stagnant, which will make you even more bored."
Every time Xie Zhao fainted in the carriage, he would definitely be resurrected with full health as long as he left the carriage within half a cup of tea. Therefore, Ling You and Han Changsheng had seen enough and had experience, so they were not particularly worried.
But this was the first time that Yu Anan saw someone actually fainting like this. She frowned worriedly and did not let go all the way.
Xie Zhao nodded feebly and carefully helped Yu Anan get out of the carriage.
Before getting out of the car, she calmly returned her hand and stuffed her black "long stick" under the seat of the carriage. In the dark, no one noticed her movements at all - including sending them to Pingyang Chang. The coachman from the Princess's Palace and the Nine Gates Admiral's Palace.
This is why the so-called great hermit is hidden in the city... The long street outside the Pingyang Princess Palace is full of carriages and sedan chairs from various mansions. Who would care about the most ordinary carriage in the Jiumen Admiral's Palace?
What's more, since all the coachmen are waiting here, no one will blatantly explore other people's carriages in full view of the public.
The few of them stood outside the gate for a while, and Xie Zhao recovered as before.
Once she stops feeling uncomfortable, it will be others' turn to feel uncomfortable.
She straightened her waist and slapped Han Changsheng on the shoulder vigorously.
"——Idiot! What are you doing standing there? Hurry in!"
Han Changsheng couldn't wait for a long time, so he didn't care about his painful shoulder, grinning happily.
"Go, go, go!"
Ling You and Yu An'an shook their heads and smiled, and together with these two living treasures, they handed the invitation to the guard at the door for inspection, and then the four of them stepped into Princess Pingyang's mansion together.
On a special-style sedan chair on the street, a Taoist boy dressed as a Taoist priest looked through the gap in the curtain of the sedan chair and looked at the crowd of people who had just stepped into the Princess Pingyang Mansion, which was vaguely familiar to him. It looks like the back of an immortal.
"...Huh? How is this possible?"
The little Taoist priest shook his head slightly in confusion and muttered to himself blankly.
"I must have seen it wrong."
