Chuo Luo stood aside quietly, watching the two people surrounding the princess.
"OK OK! Let me go, I will leave on my own!" Ting Qing shook her head, her face was hot, and the people on both sides looked at them with strange eyes.
Men's style in the Ming Dynasty was very popular, but they still found it difficult to accept when they saw a man with his sleeves cut off.
Ting Qingyu shook off the two men's hands, turned around, and ran away in the direction of Changbi Palace in depression and panic. The streets were lined with stalls selling food, daily necessities, and entertainment. The vendors were shouting and bustling.
The atmosphere also disturbed Ting Qingyu's hands.
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"Yu'er, will be mine."
Cheyue sneered. Although he also felt the princess's special emotions towards Xiao Wen these days, he still raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Brother Xiao Wen, the matter has not been revealed yet, so don't draw conclusions too early."
Chuo Luo watched with cold eyes. He no longer had any purpose for the princess. He just wanted to stay with the princess and spend the rest of his years quietly. But Che Yue and Xiao Wen were different, so Chuo Luo now had no interest in them.
This beautiful man gave rise to a faint contempt.
With a cold snort, Chuoluo chased the princess.
Xiao Wen's red lips parted slightly, smiled freely, and followed suit.
Cheyue stood there steadily, her brows furrowed into a ball, and small faint snowflakes fell silently, falling into his lonely heart.
*****
Lin family in the east.
Early in the morning, the maids had begun to deliver rich dishes to the imperial garden, where a banquet was being held to entertain a few strange men.
Naturally, Shangguan Chun was the boss. He was dressed in black robes and had deep bags under his eyes, but today he was particularly energetic, as if some happy event had hit his head.
There were all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and the sea on the table. Old man Lin was not at the banquet, but Zhao Hua'er and Xiao'er were sitting quietly beside Shangguan Chun, drinking and chatting with the strange men.
There were three men here. All three men were about thirty years old. Although they were not very fat, their gloomy eyes made people dare not look directly at them. Zhao Huaer carefully poured wine for Shangguan Chun and lowered his head.
Even though he is looking rather haggard and not as youthful as Xiaoer, he still makes people feel affectionate.