I didn’t even see anyone, just a face-to-face encounter.
The guard injured one of them. Seeing the sword flying in the air, floating strangely, Prince Jing also became serious. The iron ball in his hand rolled faster and faster, gradually turning red.
"Lingbo Fairy Qin Huairou, there are rumors in the world that you are the best heroine in the world. What's the matter? You don't even dare to show your face when you arrive at Prince Jing's Mansion?"
"Prince Jing, you have been entrenched in Hangzhou for many years and caused trouble for many years. Today is the day you die."
The figure in white finally fell from the sky and landed lightly in the palace courtyard.
Looking at this person, there was a burst of exclamation from the scene.
This is too young!
She looked like a girl in her early twenties, as beautiful as a fairy and breathtaking.
But her skill can't be achieved in more than 20 years, and it is even far above the prince!
Prince Jing has been practicing martial arts for fifty years and is a rare martial arts wizard in Daxia.
The four guards all moved closer, and a bit of shock could be seen in their eyes.
Fairy Lingbo has been famous in the world for a long time, and everyone thinks she is just a seventy-year-old mother-in-law.
Fairy is just an honorific title, but I didn't expect that the person who came here was really a fairy.
"The White Lotus Sect really thinks they can kill me?" Prince Jing laughed loudly, "Hahaha, if you had this ability, wouldn't you have come earlier? Why wait until now?"
"Then let's try it today!"
A sword floated beside Fairy Lingbo, and another sword came out of her hand. Her figure flashed, and like white lightning, it rushed towards Prince Jing.
In Prince Jing's palace, a fierce battle began.
…
"Boom!"
The ground shook.
The eldest lady sat in the carriage and opened the curtain: "What's going on?"
"have no idea."
Xiaolian also opened the curtain on the other side.
At dusk, every household on the streets near the West Lake lit lanterns.
There are many more lanterns in the lantern festival tonight.
There were more and more people traveling, and even before they arrived at the market, they could already feel the extraordinary bustle. Every household went out together, and the fights in the distance were drowned in the lively atmosphere on the street.
This is a rare beauty. Some people are guessing lantern riddles on the river bank. Some people are gathering in small groups in front of stalls to try on various items. Some people are holding various snacks and eating them with gusto. Some people have written a good poem somewhere, attracting the whole room. Cheers.
Xiaolian watched it with great interest, but the eldest lady didn't care at all.
On the contrary, she felt very depressed, and her last illness seemed to be showing signs of recurrence.
Thinking that Lin Da and Yu Jiaoer might be hiding somewhere and kissing me, the eldest lady felt a twinge of pain. The key was the opportunity she created for the two of them personally.
Looking back, I feel like I was played like a fool by Lin Wanjie.
The eldest lady thought more and more angrily, and finally arrived at Zuixian Tower in the evening.
The excitement of the largest restaurant in Yangzhou exceeded Madam’s expectation.
After Xiaolian got out of the car, she opened her mouth in shock: "Madam, are there too many people here? We have been here before, and we have never seen so many people!"
"Maybe it's a lantern festival."
The eldest lady frowned and walked inside, with two servants leading the way.
After walking in for a few minutes, I heard someone shouting: "Who would have thought that a man as black and as strong as an ox could write such an eternal masterpiece? If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes and heard it with your own ears, who would have dared to believe it?"
"Is it true? How can it be so magical?"
"Hey, don't you believe it? Mr. Xu Renjie, one of the Three Great Masters of Yangzhou, has testified. How can it be false?"
"Ahem, my Excellency Xu Renjie! I experienced it myself today, and I can't be wrong! That man doesn't know where he came from. He is tall and thick, very scary. He doesn't look like a scholar, but the lady beside him is unparalleled, even more beautiful than the one on the other side of the flower street. The courtesan is even more beautiful!"
Xiaolian was surprised and shouted: "Madam, it's Lin Dahe and the third lady! They are really inside!"
The eldest lady frowned and shook her head: "From what they said, Lin Da and Yu Jiao'er have already left. They must be in Tianxiang Tower by now, right? Come on, let's go to Tianxiang Tower to arrest people."
The eldest lady was uninterested and had nothing to think about, so she turned around and left.
At this time, I heard Xu Renjie say: "Today we use the theme of winter cold and ask everyone present to write a poem about winter. The stunning lady is also a talented woman, and she wrote an affectionate poem to the black man. The poem says - 'I want to travel with you from the North to the South. Enjoy nine cents of snow and one cent of snow all together'.
"Hey! This poem is so good!"
Everyone listening to the story outside Zuixian Tower has been fascinated. This poem is not only well written, but also deeply emotional.
If a girl wrote such a poem to a man, would he be moved to death?
There were also some little girls who burst into tears when they heard this. They clenched their fists on their chests and said foolishly, "Isn't this too romantic?"
"Romantic shit! You don't even think about it, a beautiful lady like a flower, saying this to a rough man, who can bear it? On the spot, the young man beat his chest and stamped his feet, and was about to die of anger!"
The discussion became more intense.
The eldest lady stopped and lowered her head.
"I want to travel with you, from the northern country to the southern continent. Enjoy nine percent of the snow, and one percent of the snow..."
"This is Yu Jiao'er's love letter to Lin Da! They... they are in love with each other!"
For some reason, when the eldest lady heard the love poem written by Yu Jiaoer to Lin Wanjie, she felt like she was stabbed by a thorn in her heart.
Part of my originally angry and angry mood turned into sadness and desolation.
There was a surge of sourness in my heart, and tears fell uncontrollably.
"What kind of mutual love? This is simply a conspiracy!" Xiaolian spat, thinking that she was rejected by Lin Da, and it turned out that there was a better one! My mood also hit rock bottom.
The eldest lady was still in a daze. When she heard Yu Jiaoer's poem, she not only felt sour, but also felt a little inferior.
She thought of the day when Lin Da came home, and how she cared uncontrollably, but was gently rejected by Lin Da, and she still didn't understand why.
Lin Da already understood that the woman he liked had always been Yu Jiaoer.
Although Yu Jiaoer was born in a brothel, she is romantic and talented.
No man can resist such a love poem, but the eldest lady feels that she will never be able to write such a work in her lifetime, nor can she learn one-tenth of the romance of Yu Jiaoer.
No wonder Lin Dahui likes it.
"Madam, shall we go?" Xiaolian asked angrily.
Before the eldest lady could answer, another voice came from behind.
"Everyone thought that rough guy was a reckless man and was not good at writing. Who would have thought that he got up and said he wanted to write a poem for everyone to comment on."
"As soon as he said these words, the whole audience in Zuixian Tower burst into laughter, but then he wrote this eternal famous poem!"
"What kind of poem can be called an eternal masterpiece? I came late and didn't hear it. Can anyone read it again?"
"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
The eldest lady trembled, turned around blankly, and grabbed Xiaolian's hand: "Written by Lin Da?"
