Lingxi's face was also shocked, she didn't expect Chu Lingxun to be here.
Chu Juechen looked at him with a faint smile and asked, "The Seventh Emperor Brother is not at the banquet, what are you doing here?"
” The corners of Chu's lips replied indifferently: "I was fascinated by the singing and dancing at the banquet, and suddenly I saw a little mouse, and it also drilled under my feet, when I was in the northwest, I hated this kind of mouse the most, so I followed all the way to kill this little mouse, so as not to disturb everyone Yaxing." ” Chu Jiechen said with a smile: "Brother Seven Emperors is really idle, this kind of thing, can't you let your subordinates do it?"
” Chu looked indifferent: "Those minions are clumsy, I'm afraid they won't do well." ” Lingxi was on the side at this time, feeling that he might be a superfluous person, so he wanted to hurry away, so he saluted perfunctorily: "The two princes talked slowly again, and Lingxi retired first." ” "Lingxi ---" Chu Jiechen looked at her and turned around and left, just wanted to chase it, Chu said again: "Ninth brother, I heard that Lin Zhiyuan, the Heavenly Master of Xingtian Prison, is missing, and my father asked the ninth brother to search for his traces, I don't know if the ninth brother has found any clues." ” Chu Juechen turned around with some doubts: "The Seventh Emperor Brother doesn't care about these things on weekdays!"
” Chu was indifferent: "Occasionally, I want to know about it." ” Chu Jiechen looked at him, and always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he, the Seven Emperor Brothers, had never seen each other in the northwest, even if he was in the capital when he was a child, he also followed the old general of the ram to learn the art of war and martial arts all day long, and he could meet him at the state banquet once a year.
So Chu Juechen didn't know much about him, because he didn't understand it, so every time he faced it, he always felt that the unfavored imperial brother in front of him was something he couldn't see. -------------------- Lingxi, who hurriedly returned to the banquet, sat back in Fang Cai's position with a veil, Yan Jinchao was still there at this time, and when he saw her back, he immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How does it feel to go shopping?"
” "Much better."
Lingxi turned his head and raised his glass with tea instead of wine: "I salute the little marquis." ” Yan Jinchao smiled enchantingly, dressed in red, not to mention how charming he was, he poured a glass of wine and touched her teacup, and then drank it with a smile.
After drinking, the little marquis smashed his mouth and sighed: "Er'er wine, share your sorrows." ” Lingxi was holding his chin on the side at this time and looked at the singing and dancing on the field: "The beauty is dancing in front, who is the little marquis worried about?"
” "Do you know the Spirit?"
Yan Jinchao turned his head to look at her at this time: "Two years ago, the biggest dream of this marquis was to get to know the little princess of the Jin Kingdom."
Lingxi tilted his head, smiled slightly in his heart and asked, "Why?"
” "Because of the Lingbo dance, in this world, she is the only one who can dance."
He looked at his wine glass again with confusion in his eyes: "This wine is only sweet when it is called Sangluo." ” Her eyes were slightly stagnant, and she was puzzled: "Why does the little marquis miss the princess of the Jin Kingdom so much?"
” "Because ----," he sighed, "it's a secret." ” For some reason, Lingxi always felt that his eyes were hiding a lot of things at this time, which was not at all like Yan Jinchao on weekdays.
At this time, what Lingxi wanted to know most was who was the boy who told her to go to Sangluo City to find him in the depths of his lost memory?
Although she didn't remember her memory completely, Fang Caiyan's words reminded her that Sangluo City was a place that the royal children only knew about many years ago.
Could it be that the black-clothed young man in his memory is from the royal family?
He said that he studied under Wu Guo Jixiang, so he named Ji Hualiu, so this Ji Hualiu must not be his real name, so what is his real name?
What happened in Bubarren Mountain that year, why did my brother say that Ji Hualiu was dead.
At this moment, there are too many questions in her heart, and she seems to have a string in her heart for that young man, and that thread is tightly pulling each other's hearts, she must know his true identity.
It doesn't matter if the memory is restored or not, even if he is really dead.
She propped her head and kept looking at Yan Jinchao: "Little Marquis, did you just say that only the royal family and nobles knew about the former Sangluo City?"
” Yan Jinchao drank another glass of wine: "Yes, since the relocation of the training ground, Sangluo City has now become a small town where the people live in peace. ” Lingxi continued to ask: "So seven years ago, did the royal princes and nobles who had been in Sangluo City have a little marquis?"
” Yan Jinchao thought for a while, and then smiled: "I have only been to Sangluo City once in my life, and only me and your brother were under the door of the old general of the ram, and there was a cold face and did not speak to the seventh prince, the master took the three of us to Sangluo Chen together, I couldn't stand it for a month and ran back to Shangjing, your brother stayed for a year, and the seventh prince never returned to Shangjing. ” Lingxi looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "The little marquis is delicate and expensive, and that kind of place is naturally not suitable for fighting, killing, and killing." ” Yan Jinchao nodded strongly: "That's right, only a prosperous place like Shangjing is the place where this marquis lives." ” Lingxi smiled: "Little Marquis, do you know this place that is not barren mountains?"
” "Not a barren mountain?"
Yan Jinchao looked at her and shook his head: "What kind of place is this, is it fun?"
” It turns out that I don't know!
Lingxi shook his head: "I just asked casually." ” At this time, Lingxi looked at the person opposite, Chu Liangxun and Chu Jiechen didn't know when they returned to their positions to sit.
At this time, the song and dance retreated, and the queen mother also appeared at the banquet and sat next to the emperor.
At the banquet, a wooden shelf covered with a red cloth appeared, presumably, this is the Danqing painted by Wen Yitong for the Queen Mother!
"I heard that the last time Lord Wen painted Danqing, it was a few years ago for Ji Yue, the princess of the Jin Kingdom."
Lingxi smiled lightly: "I've heard of it too." ” Yan Jinchao sighed at this time: "I haven't seen that danqing, but I heard that the person in the painting is lifelike, as if the little princess is not dead, but lives in that painting." ” Lingxi nodded and looked at him: "The deceased is like Sifu, little Hou Ye, maybe the little princess will become friends with you in the next life, but Hou Ye has been remembering her now, but it is a little undeserved, after all, she is the princess of the dead country." ” "It's good to be friends in the next life."
Yan Jinchao smiled, then stretched out his hand and put his hand on her shoulder, and his tone was teasing: "Alas, why does Master Ben think that you are a little jealous in your tone?"
” Lingxi suddenly smiled, she didn't want anyone to think about herself all day long, especially this amorous little marquis.
"Jealousy, what does it taste like?"
She turned her head and pulled his hand away: "Little Hou Ye, be careful that my brother sees it." ” "Hmph, I really can't touch you, it's a good teacher to go out of the same house, your brother is too unsympathetic."
She chuckled: "It's my brother who is not in the same stream." ” Yan Jinchao pursed his lips and sat down again: "Okay, okay, anyway, no one in the entire Shangjing City has a good look at this marquis." ” At this time, after the emperor gave an order, a eunuch slowly pulled the red cloth silk away.