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    Chapter 146

    The Prince's Mansion.

    Early this morning, the prince felt very depressed, but he didn't know why he was depressed. He had a fit and cursed the palace servants bloody before he stopped.

    The prince was tired of all the fuss, and finally gave the order: "If you want to listen to Qin, go and call Feilian."

    The palace man immediately took the order. The prince lay half-lying on the chair, closing his eyes slightly. The boredom was still not gone. He attributed this to the court affairs. In recent days, Prince Gong's actions had become more frequent, which made him often unhappy.  .

    Prince Gong Li Jingzhen

    This person was like a thorn in his flesh, making the prince sleepless all the time, and Emperor Xuanhe's elusive heart also made him extremely anxious.

    He didn¡¯t know what Emperor Xuanhe meant, but if this went on, the more disadvantageous it would be to him and the longer it would be delayed, maybe those courtiers who originally supported his succession to the throne would also sway.

    By then, it will become increasingly difficult to win over people¡¯s hearts.

    The prince was thinking, and not long after, there was the sound of gentle footsteps, and a delicate female voice sounded: "I'm here to join you, Your Highness."

    The prince did not open his eyes, but just hummed, indicating that he understood.

    Feilian had been with him for a long time and was an exquisite and clear person. Naturally, she knew that the prince was in a bad mood and it was not appropriate to talk much at this time, so she took the guqin, knelt down and started playing.

    The sound of silk tung gurgling out, so peaceful and distant that one can't help but be intoxicated, chasing the sound of the piano

    The prince closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly to the sound of the piano. Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed, sweeping away the previous entanglement and becoming clearer and clearer, like a clear mountain spring.  Lingering.

    The prince's heart moved, the sound of the piano

    A woman's face suddenly flashed in his mind, with delicate and beautiful features, a cold temperament, yet gentle. When she looked up at the person, her pupils were dark, as if nothing could enter her eyes, even if she was far away.  No matter how close you are, it still conveys a sense of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

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    These two words came to mind inexplicably. The prince opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was frozen there. For a long time, he heard the sound of the piano again. The sound was lingering. The person playing the piano was very skilled. For some reason,  But it made him feel boring.

    The prince sat up straight and suddenly said coldly: "Stop playing."

    The sound of the piano stopped suddenly. Feilian didn't know what she had done wrong. She was extremely frightened and kowtowed quickly: "Your Highness."

    The prince looked displeased and didn't look at her much. He just said: "Get out!"

    Feilian bit her lower lip gently and kowtowed again: "I know."

    After she finished speaking, she exited the hall. The prince was sitting there, his eyes falling on the guqin Feilian had just played. He stood up, held the guqin in his hand, and observed carefully, his fingers gently touching the strings.  Whisking by, it made a slight chirping sound.

    The prince's face showed no emotion or anger, and suddenly he said: "Come here, let Wu Yong come over."

    Wu Yong was the head of the guards of the Prince's Mansion. He came over not long after and knelt down to salute the Prince: "See you, Your Highness."

    The prince was standing next to the desk, holding a pen in his hand and drawing something on the rice paper. When he saw him coming, he didn't react at all. He just said, "Get up."

    "Thank you, Your Highness."

    Wu Yong stood up and stared at the ground, not daring to look around. After a long time, the prince put down his pen and stared at the rice paper in trance.

    A moment later, Wu Yong suddenly heard him ask: "Do you still remember what the woman named Shi Hua looks like?"

    When Wu Yong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, wondering what the prince meant. After a while, he immediately reacted and said: "I will remember what I said to His Highness."

    The prince asked: "Since I remember, what do her eyes look like?"

    Now Wu Yong was dumbfounded. Even if he remembered the appearance of the woman named Shi Hua, how could he tell?

    Eyesdon¡¯t they just look like eyes?

    Of course, Wu Yong did not dare to say this, so he could only reply respectfully and carefully: "Your Highness, my subordinate I don't know what to say."

    The prince said: "Then let's paint."

    He said, raised his chin, and motioned Wu Yong to come to the table. Wu Yong was suddenly bigger than the other two. He was a reckless man, how could he know anything about painting?  Isn't this something only those scholars do?

    Poor Wu Yong, an eight-foot-tall man, who has never had any weapons in his life.Everyone called for the door, and the door opened as expected, allowing the wedding procession to go in. The groom and the master of ceremonies were at the head, followed by relatives and friends, followed by the wedding sedan, the suona was played, firecrackers and firecrackers were blasted, and it was very lively for a while.

    The main door opened, and the middle door opened. Zhu Zhu's laughter came from inside, saying: "I still need to recite poems! If the recitation is good, let's open the door!"

    The servants, women and maids inside all agreed: "Yes, I want to read poetry!"

    This is a wedding custom, and everyone knows it. The master of ceremonies smiled, and Xie Ling handed over another red note. The master of ceremonies took a look at it and read loudly: "I don't know what night it is. I urge the balcony to get closer to the mirror."  , who said that hibiscus grows in water and blooms in a bronze mirror?"

    The Master of Ceremonies read three poems in one breath, and they were all written on the red paper. It showed that Xie Ling had made great preparations beforehand. Yang Ye smiled and said: "It seems that there is no need for us senior brothers to take action."

    He shouted at the door: "People inside, open the door quickly!"

    "Open the door quickly!"

    They refused to open it, and someone shouted with a smile: "Let's play the last song again! I want it to be composed by the groom!"

    Now everyone looked at Xie Ling. Xie Ling was smiling and handsome. He thought for a moment and then said: "The toothpick on the treasure rack presses the painting wheel. The pen bed and inkstone box are carried around. The jade platform has its own reminder."  A sentence about makeup, and a detailed discussion before a banquet of flowers and candles."

    "Okay!" Yan Shangzhi, Qian Rui and others smiled and clapped their hands.

    "Well said!" Yang Ye laughed loudly: "Don't pester me. The groom will read it to the bride when the time comes. He has as many makeup-inducing poems as he wants! Open the door quickly!"

    Amid laughter and cheers, the middle door finally opened, and the wedding team came in with Xie Ling in their arms. Firecrackers and suonas were blasting in unison. During this lively and festive moment, the host of ceremonies on the side sang loudly: "At three o'clock in the Yin hour,  , the auspicious time has arrived!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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