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    The Feng Feng Banquet has nothing to do with Sui Sui.

    The master and servant settled down in a small remote place.

    Suisui asked the post servant for hot water to take a bath and put on clean clothes.

    After a lot of trouble, a banquet was already held in the front yard, and a wave of people's voices and strings of bamboo floated over.

    Sui Sui lay on the couch and dried his hair under the half-moonlight.

    After a day of jolting in the carriage, my head was still dizzy when I was lying down, as if I was pillowing on the waves.

    While Harutiao was combing her hair with a small comb, he persuaded her to recommend herself as a pillow: " I want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. If I don't care about His Majesty, I will rot in my stomach and won't say it. But  The servants all see it, and the lady is obviously interested in His Highness"

    Suisui curled the corners of his mouth silently without explaining.

    She woke up in Huanxuan's tent. When she saw that face for the first time, she was indeed a little embarrassed. No wonder others misunderstood that she fell in love at first sight.

    The chattering voice of Harutiao gradually became distant and merged with the singing and dancing in the distance, making this small place feel deserted and lonely.

    I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but her eyelids slowly became heavy, Harujo¡¯s hands combing her hair moved slower and slower, and her body tilted to one side.

    Just when the master and the servant were both drowsy, there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard.

    Suisui sat up from the couch almost instantly, and fished for it with her left hand at the side of the couch, but found nothing. She was startled, and then she remembered that she was an orphaned Orion girl, and there was no knife beside the couch.

    Within a moment, the person came to the window, knocked on the window and said, "Is Madam Deer here? His Highness has summoned you to serve."

    Harutiao's drowsiness suddenly disappeared. He held up his palms and said with a smile: "Buddha bless you, Amitabha. Finally, the Emperor and Heaven have paid off."

    As he said that, he hurriedly got up and said, "Slave, what kind of bun should I give my lady to do"

    The young chamberlain said impatiently: "Madam, hurry up. It doesn't matter what you wear. Your Highness is still waiting over there."

    She then put on her green cloth shirt, her hair was still a little damp, and she tied it into a bun. Then she pushed the door open and went out. She nodded to the waiter and smiled lightly, revealing a pair of dimples.

    The little chamberlain opened her mouth, but didn't make a sound for a long time. This woman's color was so good. She stood under the moonlight with a bare face, as if she were a fairy descending to earth. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a halo, and her smile was even more  Breathless.

    Although he is a substitute, he looks better than the real one.

    "It's a pity that she has a bad fate and was born into a poor family. There is no need to think about the concubine. Whether she can enter the prince's palace or not is still up for debate.

    "If I serve His Highness well tonight, maybe I can follow him into the mansion," the young chamberlain thought to himself.

    He then came to where King Qi was staying.

    This is the best courtyard in the whole post house, with sparse vegetation and winding corridors. Glazed wind lanterns are lit under the corridors, illuminating the golden and colorful railings.

    Arriving at the dormitory, the chamberlain opened the curtain and said, "Mrs. Deer, please come in."

    "Compared to the bright courtyard, the room was very dark. Only a crane-shaped lamp was lit beside the bed to illuminate a corner.

    There are several couches in the middle of the room, and the figure of a man can be vaguely distinguished, sitting on the couches, thinking about himself.

    Sui Sui drank famous wines all over the world, and his nose was sharp. When he smelled it, he knew it was Jiannan Shaochun. The smell was fragrant, but the alcohol was extremely strong.

    This is drinking to drown my sorrows, Sui Sui has an idea.

    She stepped forward and saluted: "Daughter of the common people pays homage to His Highness."

    Huan Xuanping withdrew the guard, remained silent, and continued to drink by himself, letting her kneel.

    Suisui knelt down until his legs and feet were a little numb, so Huanxuan put down his wine glass and raised his eyelids to look at her: "Have you ever served anyone?"

    There was no trace of drunkenness in the man's voice, but it was lower than usual, like the heavy night.

    Sui Sui shook his head: "No."

    Huanxuan stood up and walked towards the screen: "Come here."

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    Huanxuan raised his hand and took off two pieces of clothes from the clothes rail, turned around and threw them to her, saying coldly: "Go take a shower and change clothes."

    The clothes are fragrant, and an elegant and slightly sweet fragrance blows towards your face.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The silk satin is smooth and cold to the touch.

    "Your Highness, the daughter of the common people has already taken a bath." She said in stumbling Mandarin.

    Huanxuan¡¯s voice was even colder and he said every word: ¡°Bath, change clothes, can¡¯t you understand?¡±

    "Yes." Suisui lowered his head, carried his clothes and went to the clean room.

    The fragrant soup and toiletries have been prepared in the clean room. Feel free to explore.?I wandered around the military camp, marching and fighting, and I didn't care about being particular about it. Over time, I gave up all that.

    Harutiao sighed: "I used to be more casual, but things are different now. My wife has won His Highness's favor. From now on, I have to serve you, so I can't make any mistakes"

    "You're worrying too much," Suisui said with a smile, "I'm afraid His Highness won't ask me to go."

    Harutiao was shocked: "What is your highness dissatisfied with?"

    Suisui came back so early. She had been murmuring in her heart before, but she couldn't hide it from her face and asked. Now she started talking, just in time to ask clearly.

    I thought about it casually and said truthfully: "I'm probably not satisfied with anything."

    Although she and Ruan Yuewei are cousins, their personalities are completely opposite. It can be said that they have nothing in common except for their faces.

    Harutiao was anxious: "How could it be possible? How did you serve me?"

    Sui Sui didn¡¯t want to discuss the matter of bed with a young lady in the middle of the night. Besides, nothing worth discussing happened.

    "It didn't work out," Sui Sui said concisely and concisely, "He dislikes me."

    She said this simply and openly, with no trace of shame on her face, as if she was saying that she choked while eating.

    Harutiao refused to believe it: "Madam, please talk to me carefully."

    Suisui knew that if she didn't confess, the girl would never let her go to bed, so she could only tell her how King Qi made her bathe and change clothes, and how he suddenly turned against her and kicked her out.

    Harutiao was still hesitant: "Is it because the lady doesn't know how to serve others and has annoyed the nobleman?" Or maybe she behaves vulgarly and offends the nobleman.

    Sui Sui rubbed his eyelids: "Sister Harutiao, I'm sleepy. Let's talk about anything tomorrow morning." After that, he yawned and fell down on the couch wrapped in quilt.

    Harujo couldn't stop her from sleeping, so he could only turn off the lights and lie down on the couch next to her bed.

    With her thoughts on her mind, she had an uneasy sleep. Half asleep and half awake, she heard the rustling sound, and then the door leaf creaked softly.

    Harutiao wanted to see what was going on, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes. He struggled to open his eyelids and vaguely saw a figure pushing open the door and walking out.

    What she was doing in the middle of the night, she thought vaguely, turned over, and fell asleep again.

    The moonlight in the courtyard is like daylight.

    Sui Sui sat on the railing of the corridor, leaning against the pillar, bending one leg, pulling out the stopper of the wine skin, and raising his head to take a sip from time to time.

    The night was too long, the wine bag was empty, and she was not even a little tipsy.

    The music and singing in the front yard had not stopped yet, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo floated over. By her ears, she could no longer hear the lyrics clearly, and the tune was also blurry.

    She hummed along boredly, and unknowingly it became a tune of its own, but it was the Qin song "Gesheng".

    "Summer day, winter night. After a hundred years, return to its home," she hummed softly, tapping her fingers on her knees. "Winter night, summer day. After a hundred years, return to its home."  Its room¡­¡±

    The soft and hoarse singing voice is scattered in the night wind, continuous, like a piece of light yarn riding on the wind, as if it can reach the horizon.

    The singing stopped suddenly because she suddenly remembered who taught her this song.

    The shadow of the moon in his eyes gradually became blurry, as if separated by a layer of water.

    She raised her hand and rubbed it, only to realize that they were tears.

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    "Gesheng": a mourning poem in "Guo Feng¡¤Tang Feng".

    Ge grows in Mengchu and spreads wildly.  If Yumei dies, who will help?  Alone?

    Ge Sheng's spines, vines in the domain.  If Yumei dies, who will help?  Rest alone?

    The corner pillow is charming and the brocade quilt is rotten.  If Yumei dies, who will help?  Dudan?

    Summer days, winter nights.  After a hundred years of age, he will return to his residence.

    Winter nights, summer days.  After a hundred years of age, he returned to his room.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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