"Okay." Xuanyuan Yu agreed loudly, with a smile on his brows and eyes. At this moment, he looked like a high-spirited young man from Mo Shang.
"Drive!" Ling Luo clamped the horse's belly and waved his whip, his brows filled with heroic spirit.
Xuanyuan Yu looked at her with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he calmly urged his horse to follow her.
After riding half a stick of incense, Ling Luo had arrived at the gate of the palace, and Xuanyuan Yu arrived almost immediately after her.
Ling Luo looked displeased: "You lost to me on purpose."
Xuanyuan Yu smiled and said nothing, as if he was bathed in the spring breeze.
Ling Luo hummed softly, turned over and dismounted, and standing in front of him were the majestic palace walls, the formidable gate, and the strict royal guards.
Ling Luo stepped forward and handed the invitation letter to the Queen's Poetry Appreciation Party to the guarding general, and then took Xuanyuan Yu and was allowed to enter.
The imperial palace of Xijiu Kingdom is not very prosperous. The towering gray-black palace walls stretch as far as the eye can see. The palace residents walking back and forth all have their eyebrows lowered and their heads lowered. They dare not look more and close their eyes to listen.
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Walking all the way to the royal harem, there are countless pavilions and buildings, and countless fragrant flowers.
The poetry appreciation party was held in the Imperial Garden, the largest in the harem. Just approaching the edge of the Imperial Garden, Ling Luo heard the sound of silk and bamboo. The sound of the sheng and Xiao was beautiful, and the sound of the orchestra was harmonious.
Ling Luo entered the imperial garden and saw the busy palace people from a distance. The female officials obeyed the king's orders, cleaning the place, laying pavilions, and hosting banquets and wine.
The poetry appreciation party hadn't started yet, and the Queen's phoenix chariot hadn't arrived yet, so Ling Luo arrived early.
Also arriving as early as her were His Royal Highness Prince Qi, whom she hated the most, the lively and clever Princess Xian, Xia Bingye, the rich daughter of the Household Secretary, Yu Zian, the son of the Prime Minister's family, and so on.
There were not many people here who liked her back then, so Ling Luo naturally wouldn't bother talking to them.
However, certain people's voices were so penetrating that they reached her ears accurately.
"Bingye, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?" Chen Moxuan's voice was so soft that it seemed like you could squeeze water out of your mouth.
"Thank you for your concern, His Highness King Qi. Bingye is fine." Xia Bingye held the scroll in her hand, like an iceberg and snow lotus, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away from her.
Ling Luo couldn't help but admire, this girl really deserves to be called "the most beautiful woman". The legendary Chang'e in the Moon and the Fairy of the Nine Heavens are probably nothing more than this.
But it is obvious that this Xia Bingye is a real ice beauty and does not seem to care much for His Highness King Qi.
"Bingye, I got a Tianshan Snow Lotus today. It has a very similar temperament to you. I will send someone to deliver it to your house soon." Chen Moxuan saw the beauty and was naturally very attentive.
Xia Bingye frowned slightly and put down the book in his hand. Although his voice was elegant, it was inherently cold: "No need, Bingye is a cultivator of water element, and Tianshan Snow Lotus is a cultivator of wood element."
His Royal Highness King Qi should keep this treasure for himself as an auxiliary medicinal material when he is promoted."
Chen Moxuan's face froze. After being rejected by the beauty he admired, the expression on his face was very wonderful.
This Xia Bingye is the second among her peers besides His Royal Highness. At the same age of sixteen, she is already an eighth-level Shuiyuan warrior.
Although she has a beautiful appearance, she is aloof and arrogant, and her eyes can only accommodate those who are stronger than herself. Qi Wang Chen Moxuan, from beginning to end, never entered her eyes.