Chapter 113: The Star Festival Palace Banquet [II]
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Dressed in a light blue-colored Yaluo skirt, this gentle, elegant, and calm woman was the rumored woman who sacrificed herself to save others, heralded to be unparalleled in wisdom and courage. She broke into a cult alone, cured a sudden illness of the saint, solved the murder case in the palace, and was bestowed with a unique gift from the DaZhaog Dynasty.
The strange woman who received the golden medallion of death exemption? It was really unbelievable.
In the face of the people around her who were looking at her, whether they were exploring, doubting, jealous, or admiring her, Zhao Ling never changed her facial expression and accepted it indifferently.
Whether it was greeting her politely, sneering, or deliberately provoking, she responded calmly and politely. Such a graceful and calm lady, like a green lotus that emerged from the mud and was not stained. She stuck to her good temperament in the noisy world, even the always picky chief assistant, Lu Hengshan, nodded and praised her secretly.
Lu Ziqing, who followed behind Lu Hengshan, followed Zhao Ling's slender figure, and felt that his heart was sinking more and more uncontrollably. For a moment, he really wanted to recklessly indulge in his emotions and confide his feelings in her. But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse. Sometimes, he really hated himself for being too rational.
At the entrance of Huagai Palace, Zhao Ling saw Meng Yuan sitting in a wheelchair with a straight back.
Although the crowd was crowded and bustling, Zhao Ling's eyes were only on this cold and arrogant figure. He sat far away in a quiet corner outside the hall, staring at her mildly, his eyes extremely gentle.
It was rare for this guy to wear a moon-white brocade robe tonight, and in the twilight he looked even colder and jade-like.
Was he waiting for her? Meeting his gentle gaze, Zhao Ling had a gentle smile on her face.
Meng Yuan was not like this. In the crowded hall, he caught Zhao Ling's slender and petite figure at a glance.
His Ling'er was always so generous and calm, different from others. Compared with her, the women around her, who were flamboyant and dressed in gold and silver, were simply unbearable.
At this moment, he really wanted to dig out the eyes of those men who secretly coveted her and admired her. Ling'er's beauty could only be admired by him alone, and no one should ever want to covet her.
He really hated the old emperor's self-righteousness. To actually think of inviting Zhao Ling to attend this trick to force him to attend this so-called Tanabata feast was really despicable, shameless and hateful.
"Ling." A deliberately low voice sounded from behind her.
Zhao Ling turned around and saw that it was a man that she hadn't seen for many days.
In today's style, he was dressed in a light blue robe, which sets off his tall, tall and straight as a pine. He looks like his usual tough face and awe-inspiring justice.
"Fengze, long time no see." Zhao Ling greeted him with a nod and smiled.
At the first sight of Feng Ze, she still had a sense of intimacy as if she had seen Yuan Lie, so the smile on her face became a bit thicker.
Feng Ze clenched his fists with both hands, and quietly hid them in the wide sleeve robe, resisting the urge to hold her in his arms, and there was boundless attachment and pain deep in his eyes.
The smiling face in front of him had appeared in his dreams countless times. In those dreams, he could caress her delicate face, fiddle with her long smooth hair, wrap his arms around her, and feel her real body temperature. Those dreams were so beautiful that he really wanted to stay in them forever and never wake up again.
But he knknowew that these were always extravagant hopes for him. Because, this woman, was now out of his reach.
Seeing Feng Ze staring straight at Zhao Ling, Meng Yuan was instantly furious. He raised his hand slightly, and Chang Dong, who was behind him, immediately pushed the wheelchair to where Zhao Ling was.
Since the appearance of the princess, Chang Dong knew that his prince would not be able to sit rigid for long, and he was already ready to push him forward.
Pushing him to Zhao Ling's side, Chang Dong gave her a respectful salute. "I have seen the princess."
"No need to be more polite." Zhao Ling said with a slightly unnatural expression. She turned her head and glared gently at Meng Yuan. When would you be able to control your impulse? She was still the Duke's daughter, not his princess.
Meng Yuan looked at her tenderly, took her hand, and said with a bit of coquettish affection, "Ling'er, let's go in."
He didn't even bother to give a look to the figure whose face instantly became a coven of frowns when he stood aside.
Zhao Ling was a little hesitant. Although the two of them had already been married by the emperor, but they had not done the official marriage ceremonies, and now they were showing their intimacy in the public, wasn't it unethical?
Although Meng Yuan probably never had rules he followed, but after all, she bore the title of the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's mansion and had borrowed the body of the original owner for so long.
She firmly broke her hand free from Meng Yuan's light hold. Seeing Meng Yuan's displeased face, she was about to appease him, but a crisp and arrogant female voice came from a short distance away.
"Oh, when I was thinking about who was dressed so shabby to the banquet, it turned out to be Miss Zhao. Why, miss Zhao? Was this Zhao Guogong's mansion so down and out, that Miss Zhao can't even get some decent clothes?"
The voice was very familiar, Zhao Ling recalled the source a few seconds later, and it seemed that it was the unruly Princess Yaohua.
She sighed helplessly. Sure enough, there was no good banquet, and there would always be a few people who were looking for trouble.
Fortunately, Zhao Jiang entered the hall early after seeing King Xuan appeared just now, otherwise he would have vomited blood on the spot when he heard Princess Yaohua's words.
Slowly, she turned around, and saw Princess Yaohua and Princess Qionghua walking side by side, hand in hand, walking in her direction.
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Dressed in a light blue-colored Yaluo skirt, this gentle, elegant, and calm woman was the rumored woman who sacrificed herself to save others, heralded to be unparalleled in wisdom and courage. She broke into a cult alone, cured a sudden illness of the saint, solved the murder case in the palace, and was bestowed with a unique gift from the DaZhaog Dynasty.
The strange woman who received the golden medallion of death exemption? It was really unbelievable.
In the face of the people around her who were looking at her, whether they were exploring, doubting, jealous, or admiring her, Zhao Ling never changed her facial expression and accepted it indifferently.
Whether it was greeting her politely, sneering, or deliberately provoking, she responded calmly and politely. Such a graceful and calm lady, like a green lotus that emerged from the mud and was not stained. She stuck to her good temperament in the noisy world, even the always picky chief assistant, Lu Hengshan, nodded and praised her secretly.
Lu Ziqing, who followed behind Lu Hengshan, followed Zhao Ling's slender figure, and felt that his heart was sinking more and more uncontrollably. For a moment, he really wanted to recklessly indulge in his emotions and confide his feelings in her. But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse. Sometimes, he really hated himself for being too rational.
At the entrance of Huagai Palace, Zhao Ling saw Meng Yuan sitting in a wheelchair with a straight back.
Although the crowd was crowded and bustling, Zhao Ling's eyes were only on this cold and arrogant figure. He sat far away in a quiet corner outside the hall, staring at her mildly, his eyes extremely gentle.
It was rare for this guy to wear a moon-white brocade robe tonight, and in the twilight he looked even colder and jade-like.
Was he waiting for her? Meeting his gentle gaze, Zhao Ling had a gentle smile on her face.
Meng Yuan was not like this. In the crowded hall, he caught Zhao Ling's slender and petite figure at a glance.
His Ling'er was always so generous and calm, different from others. Compared with her, the women around her, who were flamboyant and dressed in gold and silver, were simply unbearable.
At this moment, he really wanted to dig out the eyes of those men who secretly coveted her and admired her. Ling'er's beauty could only be admired by him alone, and no one should ever want to covet her.
He really hated the old emperor's self-righteousness. To actually think of inviting Zhao Ling to attend this trick to force him to attend this so-called Tanabata feast was really despicable, shameless and hateful.
"Ling." A deliberately low voice sounded from behind her.
Zhao Ling turned around and saw that it was a man that she hadn't seen for many days.
In today's style, he was dressed in a light blue robe, which sets off his tall, tall and straight as a pine. He looks like his usual tough face and awe-inspiring justice.
"Fengze, long time no see." Zhao Ling greeted him with a nod and smiled.
At the first sight of Feng Ze, she still had a sense of intimacy as if she had seen Yuan Lie, so the smile on her face became a bit thicker.
Feng Ze clenched his fists with both hands, and quietly hid them in the wide sleeve robe, resisting the urge to hold her in his arms, and there was boundless attachment and pain deep in his eyes.
The smiling face in front of him had appeared in his dreams countless times. In those dreams, he could caress her delicate face, fiddle with her long smooth hair, wrap his arms around her, and feel her real body temperature. Those dreams were so beautiful that he really wanted to stay in them forever and never wake up again.
But he knknowew that these were always extravagant hopes for him. Because, this woman, was now out of his reach.
Seeing Feng Ze staring straight at Zhao Ling, Meng Yuan was instantly furious. He raised his hand slightly, and Chang Dong, who was behind him, immediately pushed the wheelchair to where Zhao Ling was.
Since the appearance of the princess, Chang Dong knew that his prince would not be able to sit rigid for long, and he was already ready to push him forward.
Pushing him to Zhao Ling's side, Chang Dong gave her a respectful salute. "I have seen the princess."
"No need to be more polite." Zhao Ling said with a slightly unnatural expression. She turned her head and glared gently at Meng Yuan. When would you be able to control your impulse? She was still the Duke's daughter, not his princess.
Meng Yuan looked at her tenderly, took her hand, and said with a bit of coquettish affection, "Ling'er, let's go in."
He didn't even bother to give a look to the figure whose face instantly became a coven of frowns when he stood aside.
Zhao Ling was a little hesitant. Although the two of them had already been married by the emperor, but they had not done the official marriage ceremonies, and now they were showing their intimacy in the public, wasn't it unethical?
Although Meng Yuan probably never had rules he followed, but after all, she bore the title of the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's mansion and had borrowed the body of the original owner for so long.
She firmly broke her hand free from Meng Yuan's light hold. Seeing Meng Yuan's displeased face, she was about to appease him, but a crisp and arrogant female voice came from a short distance away.
"Oh, when I was thinking about who was dressed so shabby to the banquet, it turned out to be Miss Zhao. Why, miss Zhao? Was this Zhao Guogong's mansion so down and out, that Miss Zhao can't even get some decent clothes?"
The voice was very familiar, Zhao Ling recalled the source a few seconds later, and it seemed that it was the unruly Princess Yaohua.
She sighed helplessly. Sure enough, there was no good banquet, and there would always be a few people who were looking for trouble.
Fortunately, Zhao Jiang entered the hall early after seeing King Xuan appeared just now, otherwise he would have vomited blood on the spot when he heard Princess Yaohua's words.
Slowly, she turned around, and saw Princess Yaohua and Princess Qionghua walking side by side, hand in hand, walking in her direction.
Dressed in a light blue-colored Yaluo skirt, this gentle, elegant, and calm woman was the rumored woman who sacrificed herself to save others, heralded to be unparalleled in wisdom and courage. She broke into a cult alone, cured a sudden illness of the saint, solved the murder case in the palace, and was bestowed with a unique gift from the DaZhaog Dynasty. The strange woman who received the golden medallion of death exemption? It was really unbelievable.In the face of the people around her who were looking at her, whether they were exploring, doubting, jealous, or admiring her, Zhao Ling never changed her facial expression and accepted it indifferently. Whether it was greeting her politely, sneering, or deliberately provoking, she responded calmly and politely. Such a graceful and calm lady, like a green lotus that emerged from the mud and was not stained. She stuck to her good temperament in the noisy world, even the always picky chief assistant, Lu Hengshan, nodded and praised her secretly.Lu Ziqing, who followed behind Lu Hengshan, followed Zhao Ling's slender figure, and felt that his heart was sinking more and more uncontrollably. For a moment, he really wanted to recklessly indulge in his emotions and confide his feelings in her. But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse. Sometimes, he really hated himself for being too rational.At the entrance of Huagai Palace, Zhao Ling saw Meng Yuan sitting in a wheelchair with a straight back.Although the crowd was crowded and bustling, Zhao Ling's eyes were only on this cold and arrogant figure. He sat far away in a quiet corner outside the hall, staring at her mildly, his eyes extremely gentle.It was rare for this guy to wear a moon-white brocade robe tonight, and in the twilight he looked even colder and jade-like.Was he waiting for her? Meeting his gentle gaze, Zhao Ling had a gentle smile on her face.Meng Yuan was not like this. In the crowded hall, he caught Zhao Ling's slender and petite figure at a glance.His Ling'er was always so generous and calm, different from others. Compared with her, the women around her, who were flamboyant and dressed in gold and silver, were simply unbearable.At this moment, he really wanted to dig out the eyes of those men who secretly coveted her and admired her. Ling'er's beauty could only be admired by him alone, and no one should ever want to covet her.He really hated the old emperor's self-righteousness. To actually think of inviting Zhao Ling to attend this trick to force him to attend this so-called Tanabata feast was really despicable, shameless and hateful."Ling." A deliberately low voice sounded from behind her.Zhao Ling turned around and saw that it was a man that she hadn't seen for many days.In today's style, he was dressed in a light blue robe, which sets off his tall, tall and straight as a pine. He looks like his usual tough face and awe-inspiring justice."Fengze, long time no see." Zhao Ling greeted him with a nod and smiled.At the first sight of Feng Ze, she still had a sense of intimacy as if she had seen Yuan Lie, so the smile on her face became a bit thicker.Feng Ze clenched his fists with both hands, and quietly hid them in the wide sleeve robe, resisting the urge to hold her in his arms, and there was boundless attachment and pain deep in his eyes.The smiling face in front of him had appeared in his dreams countless times. In those dreams, he could caress her delicate face, fiddle with her long smooth hair, wrap his arms around her, and feel her real body temperature. Those dreams were so beautiful that he really wanted to stay in them forever and never wake up again.But he knknowew that these were always extravagant hopes for him. Because, this woman, was now out of his reach.Seeing Feng Ze staring straight at Zhao Ling, Meng Yuan was instantly furious. He raised his hand slightly, and Chang Dong, who was behind him, immediately pushed the wheelchair to where Zhao Ling was.Since the appearance of the princess, Chang Dong knew that his prince would not be able to sit rigid for long, and he was already ready to push him forward.Pushing him to Zhao Ling's side, Chang Dong gave her a respectful salute. "I have seen the princess.""No need to be more polite." Zhao Ling said with a slightly unnatural expression. She turned her head and glared gently at Meng Yuan. When would you be able to control your impulse? She was still the Duke's daughter, not his princess.Meng Yuan looked at her tenderly, took her hand, and said with a bit of coquettish affection, "Ling'er, let's go in."He didn't even bother to give a look to the figure whose face instantly became a coven of frowns when he stood aside.Zhao Ling was a little hesitant. Although the two of them had already been married by the emperor, but they had not done the official marriage ceremonies, and now they were showing their intimacy in the public, wasn't it unethical? Although Meng Yuan probably never had rules he followed, but after all, she bore the title of the eldest daughter of Zhao Jiang's mansion and had borrowed the body of the original owner for so long.She firmly broke her hand free from Meng Yuan's light hold. Seeing Meng Yuan's displeased face, she was about to appease him, but a crisp and arrogant female voice came from a short distance away."Oh, when I was thinking about who was dressed so shabby to the banquet, it turned out to be Miss Zhao. Why, miss Zhao? Was this Zhao Guogong's mansion so down and out, that Miss Zhao can't even get some decent clothes?"The voice was very familiar, Zhao Ling recalled the source a few seconds later, and it seemed that it was the unruly Princess Yaohua.She sighed helplessly. Sure enough, there was no good banquet, and there would always be a few people who were looking for trouble.Fortunately, Zhao Jiang entered the hall early after seeing King Xuan appeared just now, otherwise he would have vomited blood on the spot when he heard Princess Yaohua's words.Slowly, she turned around, and saw Princess Yaohua and Princess Qionghua walking side by side, hand in hand, walking in her direction.
