Early the next morning, the sun hung dazzlingly, and the bright sky began to drizzle.
There was a hint of coolness in the spring air, Chuyao stood under the eaves, stretched out his hand to catch the soft drizzle, his palm was slightly moist, the rain fell to the ground through his fingers, and he fainted as soon as he reached the concrete floor. The son disappeared.
"Miss, it's getting cold, let's go inside." Liu Shu stood behind her and persuaded.
Chuyao withdrew his arm, took the brocade handkerchief Liu Shu handed over, wiped the water on his hands, and said in a low voice, "Liu Shu, pack your things and go to Chunyi Building immediately, remember not to disturb Song Yanming .¡±
When Liu Shu heard what she said, she was secretly startled and worried: "Miss, are you worried that something will happen tonight?"
Chuyao didn't answer, she just felt that something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't say anything, Chunyi Building was the hiding place she had prepared early in the morning, just in case.
"Miss, are you leaving?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Liu Shu became more and more worried.
"I can't go. Tonight Song Yanming will have a big banquet for King Ning. I'm afraid he still needs me. If I leave, I will definitely make him suspicious." Chu Yao turned around and entered the room, took off her cloak, and held her lips slightly. She started to comfort Liu Shu and said, "Maybe it's just that I think too much, maybe nothing will happen. In short, you go to Chunyi Building first, and arrange everything first, in case of emergencies."
Liu Shu took her cloak and hung it up, nodded and said: "Yes, I understand."
The sun became brighter, dark clouds gathered to cover the blue sky, the thunder suddenly roared, the drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential rain, and the small pieces of hailstones fell on the eaves.
Hail in March, I'm afraid it will really change the weather.
Simply because the hailstorm only lasted for half a stick of incense, the sky began to clear up, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was as blue as if it had been washed by rain, clean and thorough. The sun was hanging intensely above it, melting the fine ice particles on the ground, and in only half an hour, the temperature rose, and the wet ground was already completely dry.
This sudden change of rain was like a dream, coming and going quickly, leaving nothing behind.
Liu Shu had already packed up her things and left. Chuyao looked at the huge Fushu Pavilion. The koi in the pond was hit by a large ice cube and sank to the bottom of the water dying. The flowers and trees were messy and skewed. Now here is dilapidated do not look.
The chess game on the stone table was shifted by the ice cubes. Walking in front of the table at the beginning of the walk, the washed ground of the jade chess pieces gave off a luster, and a black stone on the edge fell off the board, and the dead game suddenly became clear.
Chu Yao pursed her lips, took out a white piece from the chess niche, and filled in the vacancy of the black piece. The game changed instantly, and the white piece was already a big winner.
? This day was long and short. After the shocking sudden change, the sun slowly sank to the west, and the morning glow dyed the sky red.
A group of silver-armored guards rode brown and black horses into Fengzhou territory. Song Yanming and his family stood outside the gate of the mansion to welcome them. Chuyao was also among them.
The well-trained armored soldiers dismounted one after another and lined up on both sides, while a fiery steed stood in the middle with its head held high and proud steps.
The man on horseback was about twenty years old, dressed in a dark black gold-pattern brocade robe, with a black-gold cap on his head, two sword-shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples, with obsidian-like eyes embedded in them, a straight nose, and lips as sharp as knives, scattered all over his body. Powerful and majestic light.
"Grassmen see King Ning Qiansui." Song Yanming knelt down to greet him, and the crowd behind him also knelt down and shouted.
Xiao Jing came to Fengzhou this time and had his own post house to live in. However, Song Yanming invited the mansion several times to have a banquet, so he entered Fengzhou territory and came to the Song Mansion first.
Xiao Jing glanced at the crowd kneeling on the ground. After getting off the horse, he threw the whip to the guards, walked up to Song Yanming, and said, "There is no need to be polite. Get up." His voice sounded like polished metal. Exuding majesty and nobility.
Song Yanming got up when he heard the words, and everyone behind him also got up. Chuyao kept his eyes half down, and didn't look closely. It is rumored that the most brave man in Yan Kingdom.
"My lord is exhausted from traveling and traveling, and the grassroots prepare a little wine, and I will never forget my lord." Song Yanming made a gesture of invitation obediently.
Xiao Jing didn't say a word. He brushed his sleeve robe behind him and stepped into the Song Mansion. Everyone followed behind him. At this moment, Chu Yao raised his eyes to look at the figure in black. An inviolable powerful breath.
Entering the front hall, the sun had completely disappeared from the hilltop, and all the glazed octagonal lamps were lit up, and the Song Mansion was suddenly brightly lit.
Xiao actually took the main seat, Song Yanming sat sideways, Chuyao did not follow into the front hall, but turned back to Fushu Pavilion.
Singing, dancing and playing music, Xiao Jing's lips were tightly pursed like a knife, and candles flickered in his obsidian-like eyes, making it difficult to understand his emotions.
Song Yanming made a toast with an apologetic smile, and Song Yufeng also tried his best to curry favor. Luo Shuyan didn't attend because the toxins in his body were not cleared, and Rong Shaoyang always went his own way, and Song Yanming couldn't care about anything at this time, so only the Song family accompanied the banquet.
"My king has heard that Song Bao's master swordsmanship is very good, and he specially ordered the caster in the palace to forge a precious sword with black iron." Xiao actually signaled the guards behind him to present the things.
The guard nodded, holding the brocade box, and walked up to Song Yanming. Song Yanming opened the box, took out the long knife, and drew the scabbard.
I saw the blade of the blade was black and glowing coldly, and he tapped the edge of the blade with his fingertips, the sound was clear and clear, Song Yanming was overjoyed, holding the blade and bowing to Xiao Jing: "Thank you, Your Highness, King Ning." , mainly because King Ning did this to show that he valued him. In this way, he would definitely support him as the leader tomorrow.
Xiao Jing didn't say a word, and glanced at the guard behind him, then got up and walked to Song Yanming, the guard followed Xiao Jing respectfully with a tray.
Xiao Jingxu gave Song Yanming a hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "Give the sword to the hero, why should the Lord of Song Dynasty be polite, the court will need you heroes in the future, as long as you don't refuse in the future. "
Song Yanming raised his eyes and said in response: "What is the order of the lord, in the future the grassroots will definitely die."
"Okay, for the sake of Master Song's words, this king will offer a cup to Master Song."
The guard carrying the tray took two steps forward and walked between Xiao Jing and Song Yanming. The maid picked up the jug on the tray and poured two glasses. of water light.
Xiao Jing signaled to Song Yanming to invite first, Song Yanming hesitated, took a wine glass, Xiao Jing took another, touched the glass lightly, and he drank it first.
Song Yanming squinted at King Ning, and then he did it all.
Xiao actually showed his first smile of the night, put down his wine glass, walked towards his seat, and sat down with his clothes lifted: "I heard that Ms. Song San's dance skills are amazing. I wonder if I am lucky enough to appreciate it."
Hearing the words, Song Yanming immediately ordered his servants to invite Chuyao to come over.
Chuyao was dressed in a light feather coat, and stepped into the front hall, all her long hair was tied up, and a red tassel was tied between the black hair, a few strands of hair were scattered at the temples, and she looked at Xiao Jing with her downcast eyes: "The people See King Ning."
Xiao Jing looked at her quietly with obsidian-like eyes, and a slight smile was drawn on his knife-like lips.
The silk and bamboo orchestra played, and the music flowed in the candlelight. Chu Yao raised his head, his body slowly leaned back, and his slender waist bent into a bendable arc.
Suddenly, the sound of the music was loud, Chuyao leaned forward suddenly, raised his water sleeve, and scattered golden fine foil paper in the air, like a gilded drizzle. The gold foil slowly fell from the air and landed on everyone's body. Chuyao raised his water sleeves and quickly spun out a few waves. Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and the glass lamps were all extinguished, falling into darkness.
Chuyao's body exudes a fluorescent color, and in the darkness, she alone can be seen clearly, with a light and graceful dance, and a graceful figure. After a while, the candle lamp was lit again, Chuyao lightly tapped her toes, spun several times quickly, flung her sleeves, and closed her posture after dancing.
A high-five broke the silence, the lines on Xiao Jing's handsome face were slightly soft, and there was a hint of a smile in his obsidian eyes.
At this moment, Song Yanming suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com