Even Gu Xingzhou rarely raised the corners of his mouth.
"What a sharp-tongued Princess Feng Li. This prince has learned a lesson." Let me make you proud, and you will look good when this prince marries you.
"This banquet is so lively. I wonder if my owner is honored to have a seat and a glass of wine?" At this moment, the appearance of a man wearing a mask and a green and white brocade robe caused a heated discussion among the people.
"Master Qingzhou! It's Master Qingzhou!" Many women exclaimed.
"That's right, a mask inlaid with gold wire and jade. It has a green and white jade face, surrounded by dragon patterns. Isn't the most obvious feature a boat? A boat, isn't it just a boat?" Someone analyzed it carefully.
Jiang Qingjiu was in disbelief and disappointed.
Are the two really not the same person?
If they are the same person, how can we explain that two people appear at the same time?
It seems that I really got the wrong person.
"The owner of the village has come from afar, and I, Feng Li, will naturally welcome him. Master, please take a seat." Emperor Feng was surprised by the arrival of Mr. Qingzhou, but he quickly recovered.
Although I don’t know the details of Young Master Qingzhou, but if Yusang City can still be safe and sound under the noses of the Three Kingdoms, Young Master Qingzhou cannot be underestimated.
Nan Rongli saw that Feng Li was willing to welcome a city lord who said that a country was not a country, but refused to welcome him, the prince of Nanzhao. He waved his sleeves and immediately shamelessly sat down next to Young Master Qingzhou.
Hum, I insist on attending this banquet. Let’s see who dares to drive me away, Feng Li.
Everyone looked at this scene and twitched their mouths, but said nothing.
Mr. Qingzhou was playing with the wine glass in his hand, looking at Gu Xingzhou and Jiang Qingjiu with his eyes. I saw Jiang Sake drinking one glass after another, as if drinking water.
The man not far away frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
I don’t know if I am regretful or worried.
Mr. Qingzhou couldn't help but sigh, Lao Gu, you also have today!
Your future wife is sad, it depends on you what to do.
Why do I like seeing you like this so much?
You deserve it, who made you hurt your heart.
Then he took a gulp of the wine in the glass. After the palace servants filled up the wine, Master Qingzhou held the wine glass and walked towards the opposite side step by step.
Everyone was looking forward to it. Those who were talking stopped talking, and those who were drinking stopped drinking. They looked curiously at what Mr. Qingzhou was going to do.
When Mr. Qingzhou takes a step, everyone's eyes follow him.
I saw him walking up to Jiang Qingjiu!
Um?
your Highness!
"I wonder if the owner of this village has the honor to offer a drink to Her Royal Highness Princess Feng Li?" Master Qingzhou did not forget to observe what was going on over there with Gu Xingzhou while making the gesture of inviting her.
Seeing Gu Xingzhou's expression of wanting to kill, and with the expression of being about to be stabbed, Mr. Qingzhou said without fear of death, "Master of this village, His Highness the Crown Prince is looking over here, do you want to join us in paying respect to Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
"Yes." After Gu Xingzhou said one word, he looked at Mr. Qingzhou with warning eyes and walked to the opposite side.
Wow, Shura Field.
Two men compete for a woman.
Our princess is so charming.
Well, ours!
Jiang Qingjiu, the heroine who is in the whirlpool of public opinion, knows nothing about this, because although Jiang Qingjiu has the word "wine" in her name, Jiang Qingjiu is actually not powerful at all.
At this moment, Jiang Qingjiu could only feel two figures dangling around.
But the ginger sake drink is okay and not noisy. He just looked at the two of them quietly without speaking.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhu Tao helped Jiang Qingjiu and bowed, apologetically, "Your Highness, the owner of the village, my princess is too drunk to drink, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you two to enjoy it. I hope you will be considerate."
"It's okay." Gu Xingzhou was the first to speak, and he seemed to be worried when he listened carefully.
"It doesn't matter." Mr. Qingzhou responded cheerfully.
After Jiang Qingjiu was supported by Zhu Tao and walked away, he saw that his back was no longer visible. Gu Xingzhou was still staring in that direction.
Mr. Qingzhou waved his hand in front of Gu Xingzhou, "There is no trace of him long ago."
"Since the princess is too drunk, how about a drink between me and His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Gu Xingzhou drank it all in one gulp and returned to his seat without saying a word.
Mr. Qingzhou knew that he was thinking about his sweetheart, so he didn't mind. He drank it in one gulp in the direction of Gu Xingzhou's seat, "Your Highness, please be happy. The owner of this village has made you my friend."
When everyone saw this scene, they expressed their gratitude.
It turns out that Mr. Qingzhou likes men!
It is unbelievable and unbelievable that he is still a man like His Highness the Crown Prince.
But it seems acceptable.
But, what should Her Royal Highness do?
Jiang Qingjiu didn't know that these people had so much imagination. If he knew that these people had such strong imagination, he would definitely be happy and say thank you very much for thinking about me.
You guys are quite nice.
At this time, Jiang Qingjiu was sitting uneasily on the soft sedan chair on the way back to Qinghua Hall.
"Wow." Jiang Qingjiu cried suddenly.
Zhu Tao, who had grown up together with her, was shocked. She remembered that the princess had never cried like this since she grew up.
"Why?"
"Why...not the same person?"
"My feeling is not wrong."
Jiang Qingjiu muttered, and Zhu Tao, who was walking aside, looked confused. What did the princess say?
what why?
What is it not?
What else does it feel like?
These Zhutao didn't know, but Gu Xingzhou, who had been silently following Jiang Qingjiu's soft sedan, knew it all.
Is it important to you to be the same person, Qing'er?
Back at the Qinghua Hall, Zhutao went to put in the water and let Jiang Qingjiu take a good bath.
Zhuyu asked the kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup and watched it being cooked. Zhuyin helped Jiang Qingjiu change into comfortable pajamas, and took the princess's banquet clothes to the laundry room.
Zhuling hugged Jiang Qingjiu who had come down from the sedan chair, put him on the bed, and then went back to watch. At this time, Jiang Qingjiu was already sleeping soundly.
Among the four maids, Zhuling is the best in martial arts and the most unkind.
Zhutao is the talkative among the four, the weakest in martial arts, the best at attacking people and familiar with Fengli's laws.
Zhuyu is good at medicinal diet and understands some basic pharmacology and toxicology.
As the name suggests, Zhuyin people are familiar with music and can also kill people with music.
Among the four maids, Zhutao and Jiang Qingjiu have been the longest serving. The others were the royal secret guards sent by Emperor Feng and Queen to protect Jiang Qingjiu's safety that year.
Jiang Qingjiu named the three of them in turn based on each person's personality characteristics.
At this time, Gu Xingzhou had already changed out of the prince's court clothes and put on a dark brocade robe with a mask unique to Prince Qingzhou.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qingjiu, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes.
"Are you here?" Jiang Qingjiu smiled and opened his eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised. After drinking, Jiang Qingjiu's face was like a peach blossom, his eyebrows were affectionate, his usual cold and dignified aura was no longer, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed drunk but not drunk. The man felt as if he was drunk too.
Jiang Qingjiu reached out and touched the man's broad sleeves and pulled hard. The man moved forward involuntarily and almost fell on Jiang Qingjiu.
Fortunately, the man reacted in time and propped his elbows on the bed.
The two people looked at each other, and Jiang Qingjiu's warm breath spread on the man's face and the skin of his neck, almost spreading to his whole body, and his nose was filled with the smell of alcohol that had not yet dissipated.
Jiang Qingjiu suddenly put his hands on the man's neck, as if he was dissatisfied with being so far away from the man. The distance between this pressed man and Jiang Qingjiu was only an inch.
He frowned, and Jiang Qingjiu began to rub the back of the man's neck with his right hand, as if he wanted to take away this annoying mask.
"who are you?"
