"Do you think I look good in this dress?"
Princess Palace.
Qing Ling, who was only wearing a wrap, placed the clothes she wanted to change in front of her and gestured back and forth.
"It looks good. With a princess like this, she looks good in anything she wears."
Nishang on the side is already a little hopeless.
At first, she was still happily making suggestions with her princess.
But this can't stand the tossing back and forth.
Something is too gaudy, something is too vulgar.
For half an hour, Her Royal Highness the Princess had not yet decided which one to wear.
"Oh, we lived too simply before, and now we don't even have any decent clothes."
Qingling was a little disappointed. The girl Huaichun always wanted to show her best side to her sweetheart.
Even if this is the first time I have contact with that person.
"Actually, I still think the first thing the princess wears is the most appropriate."
Nishang murmured weakly to the side. She couldn't stand it anymore. These clothes were sent by the concubines in the palace after Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Marquis of Liao agreed to get married.
Luxurious is luxurious, but it always lacks some girlish vitality.
The ordinary princess uniform from before is the most pleasing to the eye.
"really?"
Qingling also seemed to have grasped the backbone and looked at Nishang.
Nishang nodded extremely seriously: "Seriously!"
"Then change to the first one, I think she looks good too."
Qing Ling didn't want to pick any more. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, if she continued to pick, she wouldn't be able to catch up with the dinner party.
Nishang curled her lips, neatly sorted out the pile of clothes on the floor, and then helped Qing Ling bathe and change clothes.
The main hall of King Zhao.
There was an endless stream of servants coming and going.
The hall is decorated with bright lights.
The chefs are cooking carefully.
Camel humps, deer lips, and bear paws are all part of the dinner menu.
Steam, boil, bake, and steam.
Although there were not many cooking techniques in this era, they were also used in many ways by the hands of many powerful people.
The colorful clouds hung in the sky at dusk, reflecting half of the sky in orange-red.
After Liu Pengzu welcomed Zhang Qi into the palace, he never showed his face in front of Zhang Qi again. It was the same aide who greeted Zhang Qi.
Although Zhaowang Palace is just a royal palace, it is also majestic in terms of size.
As long as the specifications are not overstepped, the craftsmen have already demonstrated their best skills.
On a pavilion, Zhang Qi stood there with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
The orange-red and yellowish light looked so noble on his body.
He stood there quietly, looking from a high position. He had a panoramic view of Handan City in the distance. He could vaguely see pedestrians as big as ants.
The guards stood with their backs to him with their swords on their backs. It was a quiet place, and except for the guards patrolling the palace, there were few people walking around.
"Marquis Liao, it's getting late and the dinner is about to start. Please see if you want to change your clothes."
King Zhao's staff bowed and whispered a reminder behind Zhang Qi.
Looking away from the distance, Zhang Qi turned around and raised his head slightly.
"I am used to marching. A good soldier values speed. I haven't prepared a change of clothes yet. These regular clothes will suffice. However, if there are clothes worthy of me in the Zhao palace, you can go and get them."
"this"
The staff wanted to slap themselves twice. What kind of question was this?
"Hey, please come down with me."
However, since he asked, the staff still responded and humbly led Zhang Qi to change clothes.
The guards naturally followed suit.
In a side hall where distinguished guests were entertained, the staff called several weavers from the palace to measure Zhang Qi's dimensions.
"Just take a bath, Marquis Liao, and the clothes will be delivered soon."
"Um."
Zhang Qi nodded casually, took off his clothes and walked into the bath with the help of several palace maids. The palace maids were wrapped in gauze and used bamboo spoons to pour warm water on Zhang Qi's body.
Water drops fell on the tough muscles, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
The palace ladies were also very charming, but Zhang Qi didn't look at them twice.
This time I came to see my wife, not to have fun.
Besides, the maids in the Zhao Palace are no better than the maids in the Duwei Mansion.
About two moments.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
Tanaka, one of Zhang Qi's guards, also said outside the room.
"Your Majesty, your clothes."
"Um."
"Go get it."
Zhang Qi hummed in the bathtub and slapped a little palace maid on the buttocks, causing a squeak.
After changing his clothes, a white suit set off his long hair that was still slightly moist. The maids gathered in front of him, smoothing his hair and wiping it with dry towels.
It is the beginning of autumn, so the nobles in the palace mostly wear white clothes. However, in the Han Dynasty, red and black were the main colors, so the Y-shaped skirt on the chest was dotted with red and black cloud patterns.
The maids dispersed.
Zhang Qi's figure completely appeared.
If you want to be pretty and filial, this sentence also applies to men.
Just like that sentence.
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
Without the attire of a military general, Zhang Qi looks more like a scholar than a scholar.
A palace maid bowed and took the jade pendant and the small seal from Tian Zhong's hand, then walked quickly to Zhang Qi, knelt down and hung the tasseled jade ornament and the small seal representing the identity of Liao Hou on Zhang Qi's waist. between.
When Zhang Qi walked out of the bathroom, the staff waiting outside the door opened their eyes wide.
Is this still the same person, with such a gentle and elegant temperament?
Then, Zhang Qi raised his head slightly.
It's the same person.
Insolent.
This was the first impression that King Zhao and his staff had when they saw Zhang Qi.
But they figured it out.
Anyone who has a unique status in this world in his twenties can understand some arrogance.
"Marquis Liao, the dinner is about to begin. All the princes and concubines in the palace are already here."
"Um."
Zhang Qi hummed and asked his staff to lead the way.
Tonight's dinner is a kind of family banquet, so King Zhao did not invite the ministers of Zhao State, but asked his concubines and children to accompany him.
After all, Zhang Qi came here to marry the princess.
At this moment, the main hall of King Zhao.
The lights are brightly lit and festooned with festoons.
In addition to the upper level, there are dozens of low tables facing each other all the way to the entrance of the palace.
The princes and princesses were already seated on the lower cushions, but the important seats at the top were still empty.
In the palace, the princes and princesses were chatting quietly, and they were all talking about Zhang Qi.
They also know some of Zhang Qi's deeds.
Therefore, the young masters could not help but be a bit sour in their conversations. Liehou, who was in his twenties, was somewhat inferior to them in terms of status.
Most of the princesses were envious. They were envious that Qing Ling could marry someone they thought was such a young hero, but they were jealous because the person being married was not them.
They have all heard of the wedding etiquette of thousands of people. If someone can be so caring about the person they are marrying, which woman in the world would not be envious and jealous.
"The Marquis of Liao has arrived——!"
A message.
All the princes and princesses in the palace couldn't help but look at the door of the palace.
(End of chapter)
