In the private room on the second floor of the teahouse on the right side of the street, a young girl stood leaning against the window, her beautiful eyes fixed on Xu Jing's body.
Fortunately, Xu Jing saw her at a glance even though there was a distance of tens of meters.
The army kept moving forward. Xu Jing was getting closer and closer on his horse, and his face became clearer.
Zhao Xiyan's heart was surging and she couldn't help but wave to Xu Jing.
Xu Jing also stretched out his hand, waved at her, and called "Sister Yue Ya'er."
The voices of the people on both sides of the street were overwhelming, and this call was quickly drowned out. Xu Jing could not stop and could only keep turning his head to look at her, their eyes tightly intertwined in the air.
It wasn't until Xu Jing's figure was gone and could no longer be seen that Zhao Xiyan sighed and looked back.
Accompanying Zhao Xiyan were Zhao Suxin and Zhao Queyu.
Zhao Queyu, who is lively and out-of-the-box, is still in love and doesn't know what love means. He jokingly said with a smile: "Look at Sixth Cousin, her eyes are almost glued to the prince. It's a pity that women can't go with the army, otherwise, Sixth Cousin
I will definitely go with the prince."
Zhao Xiyan chuckled lightly and did not deny it.
Zhao Suxin stretched out her hand and pinched Zhao Queyu's fair and tender face: "You, you will be fourteen years old after the new year, and you will grow into a big girl soon. When Yue Ya'er and the Crown Prince get married, it will be your turn to get married.
Already."
Zhao Queyu blinked and said with a smile: "I have thought about it a long time ago! From now on, my future husband will be as talented and knowledgeable as the fifth brother-in-law, and as handsome as the sixth brother-in-law."
Zhao Xiyan smiled and glared at her: "What do you call me Sixth Brother-in-law now?"
"It's a matter of time!" Zhao Queyu said carelessly and openly: "Will you marry someone else?"
Zhao Xiyan laughed, stretched out her hand and pinched the other side of Zhao Queyu's face. Zhao Queyu didn't pinch until he screamed: "Hey, hey, hey, my face is almost crushed by you. Even if I am naturally beautiful and everyone loves you, don't
You pinch me all day long!"
Zhao Xiyan and Zhao Suxin laughed together.
With the lively and lovely Zhao Queyu around, it was always so lively. Zhao Xiyan's little sadness about separation quietly dissipated.
The door of the private room was opened a crack, and their laughter floated out.
At this time, another door also opened. A pair of boys and girls with similar eyebrows came out. The boy had a slightly darker complexion and was tall and handsome. The girl had a graceful figure and was quite beautiful.
Hearing the familiar voice, the girl suddenly stopped and looked over with a frown.
When the young man saw this, he immediately whispered: "Third sister, let's sneak out quietly to see our father off. Now it's time to go back. Don't make trouble."
The girl snorted from her nose and glared at the boy: "If you want to go back, just go back. You don't have to worry about what I do."
The boy and the girl were twins, brother and sister, only an hour apart. How could they leave their sister alone like this, so they had to stop together.
The girl raised her chin and shouted toward the door: "Zhao Xiyan!"
Naturally, the young man had heard this name and was a little surprised.
The chatter and laughter in the private room suddenly stopped.
After a while, the door was opened. A fair and pretty maid frowned, looked at the young girl, and then shouted: "Xu San!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall soldiers guarding the first floor jumped up, and a dozen young soldiers came over one after another, quickly surrounding a pair of young men and women.
…
This young man's name is Murong Ke. This girl is Murong Yan.
When General Murong led his troops on an expedition, the brother and sister sneaked out quietly to see their father off. Coincidentally, they happened to be in the same teahouse with the Zhao Xiyan sisters.
In fact, this is the most famous teahouse next to Imperial Street. It has an excellent location and is also the only way for the army to travel.
Seeing that he was surrounded by a dozen highly skilled soldiers who were eyeing him, Murong Ke, who had practiced martial arts for many years, reflexively drew out the sword from his waist.
Murong Yan's skills are not worth mentioning, but her arrogance is extremely arrogant: "Get out of here!"
Xu San had never been timid when facing Murong Shen, let alone the brothers Murong Ke and Murong Yan in front of him. His figure was as stable as a mountain and did not move.
Murong Ke frowned and was about to speak when he saw the door of the private room opened.
The girl in front is wearing a purple skirt, with black hair and snow-skinned skin. She has a beautiful appearance and elegant manners.
Obviously, this is the girl Zhao Liu who fascinated her brother.
The woman on the left is slightly older, beautiful in appearance, and elegant in manners. She should be the fifth daughter of the Zhao family who has already married.
The girl on the right is only fourteen or fifteen years old. She is wearing a green dress, has bright eyes and bright teeth, and is playful and cute.
This girl in green must be the daughter of Zhao Yuanren, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and the seventh girl of the Zhao family.
Zhao Queyu looked at Murong Ke and Murong Yan, then smiled in a low voice and said to Zhao Xiyan: "I have heard about the twin brothers and sisters of the Murong family for a long time, and we have just met them today. Their appearance is really similar! However, this second young master Murong is more
Murong Yan looks more pleasing to the eye."
Murong Yan was so angry that her pretty face turned red, and she said angrily: "You know who we are, why don't you ask them to step back quickly?"
For some reason, Murong Ke's handsome face was a little red. He quickly put the sword into its sheath and whispered: "Third sister, you were rude first. You called Miss Zhao Liu by her maiden name in public. It's better to call Zhao Liu by her maiden name."
Why don’t you, girl, accompany me!”
Murong Yan: "..."
Murong Yan was so angry that she stretched out her hand to twist her brother's arm: "You are not facing me, but you are facing outsiders. Or am I not your second brother?"
Murong Ke gasped in pain and did not dodge. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Xiyan: "Miss Zhao Liu, the third sister was reckless and rude today. I will apologize on her behalf. Please forgive me, Miss Zhao Liu."
Zhao Xiyan glanced at the young and heroic Murong Young Master and said calmly: "Miss Murong and I have no old grudges, but Miss Murong keeps picking fights. I don't know why?"
In her previous life, she was a concubine in the palace, and Empress Dowager Murong was very difficult and mean in every possible way. Murong Ke, who was named King of Chu, often visited the palace, so she was naturally familiar with him.
With an elder brother like Murong Shen who was outstanding, domineering and arbitrary, Murong Ke's temperament was much softer. Even though he could not be granted vassal status and was under house arrest in the capital, Murong Ke never complained and still respected Murong Shen.
Zhao Xiyan didn't have any bad feelings towards Murong Ke, of course, she didn't have a good impression either.
Murong Ke, who was young and very thin-skinned, immediately blushed in embarrassment when Zhao Xiyan questioned him face to face.
Murong Yan was still twisting Murong Ke's arm, and was very angry: "Who asked you to apologize on my behalf! I didn't do anything wrong!"
Murong Ke's handsome face was so painful that he almost distorted it, but he didn't get angry at all. He even coaxed his sister in a good voice: "Third sister, please stop making trouble. We will apologize and go back."
Zhao Queyu couldn't stand Murong Yan's bad behavior, so he couldn't help but snorted: "You're in trouble!"
