Everyone heard Princess Jiuque's criticism of Sang and Huai, and couldn't help but look at Qing Ge with disdain.
Di Wuxie took out the golden fan and shook it a few times, pretending to be chic and elegant, "Auntie Huang, this is wrong. People who can enter the royal family are all destined to be in the royal family. The royal family is not any more noble than others.
Why should we be divided into three, six or nine levels when we are born?"
"Don't use the emperor's tricks to fool me." Princess Jiuque said coldly, her eyes swept over Qingge. At that moment, Qingge's hair stood on end, and her heart fell into the ice cellar.
Once Qingge senses danger, her spine will arch like a wild beast, dormant, alert, and her eyes sharp.
If the princess comes here with bad intentions, he must have some agenda.
Qing Gexu narrowed her eyes and remained calm.
In this gorgeous imperial city, under the control of the emperor, it seems that all living beings are equal and must be kind, but in fact, this is a place where people can eat people without spitting out their bones. Standing on the highest moral ground, they will judge you and strip you of your skin and cramps.
There is no absolute justice and fairness in the world. Laws and regulations are prepared for the weak. The strong are not afraid of all laws and regulations.
The rules and regulations of laws and regulations restrict the weak, and they are also called to protect the weak.
Qingge let out a breath and turned to look at Di Wuxie who was smiling crazily.
Di Wuxie gave her a fan.
Di Wuxie knew that she was Yue Ji.
Di Wuxie...what exactly does he want to do?
While Di Wuxie drank wine, he listened attentively to the music played by the piano player. The sound of mountains and flowing water seemed to come from nature, gentle to his ears, and it was beautiful and clear.
Di Wuxie placed his fingers on the table and clapped rhythmically, then shook his head, "This luthier's lifelong achievements have come to an end. He can no longer break through his own limits. It doesn't matter if he doesn't listen to this music, the wine is good."
Qingge nodded, "The music is good, but the piano player is not qualified enough, so it's enough to deceive some laymen."
The soft singing stopped suddenly, and he suddenly turned around to find Di Wuxie holding the side of his face with his long fingers, looking at her dreamily.
"You are very much like a person, an old friend." Di Wuxie seemed to have fallen into some kind of obsession. He put down the wine glass and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Qingge's cheek. A cold light flashed in Qingge's eyes, and he stepped back subconsciously. She gave
Di Wuxie poured a full glass of wine and handed the glass to Di Wuxie, "Which old friend?"
Di Wuxie smiled, his face was gentle, and his whole person was gentle.
His eyes were empty, and his deep eyes seemed to see far away.
The beauty in memory overlaps with Qingge's cheek, half real and half false, like clouds and mist.
Di Wuxie was so fascinated by it that he looked in a trance.
His eyes were very gentle, but he didn't reject the song.
Qingge frowned and moved her position.
Di Wuxie smiled lightly and said: "Miss Ye, apart from her, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. However, you two have one thing in common."
"What are the similarities?"
"They are all married men."
Qingge: "..." She couldn't get along with this Emperor Wuxie, and her power would definitely be broken in just three sentences.
"It would be great if the Qin Shen could come to join in the fun. The Qin Shen Ye Qingcheng is also one of your four stars." Di Wuxie said.
Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the fragrant snacks on the table, saying nothing.
What is Ji Yue doing at this time?
He has arrived in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. He wants to avoid the pursuit of the Demon Queen and the interrogation of the guardians of the nine realms. Is he hungry? Has he eaten?
The song is full of melancholy.
She remembered the aventurine, but there was a force in her body that was splitting the aventurine's memory.
What happened on Longfeng Mountain is like a dream.
Mo Xie closed the old tavern, left the capital, and traveled far away to practice.
Ye Qingcheng is already a well-known harp god in the realm of gods. She travels around the world with her master carrying a stringless Fuxi harp.
Will she still remember the infatuated and pitiful Beihuang, the emperor of the Beiyue Dynasty?
Has Ye Jingjing grown taller? Where has Fuxi gone? Will he be in the heaven of gods?
When Ye Qingtian and his grandfather were together, wouldn't it be that they would bicker and have fun day and night?
Suddenly, Qing Ge missed everything about Four Stars, especially those early days, when they were fighting against white lotus flowers, bullying the scumbags, being in love with Ji Yuelang, and drinking with Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng under the tree.
Very drunk.
There is the sound of long music all around, the sound of falling is heard, and the little pearls and jade fall on the plate.
A group of dignitaries admired the dancer's posture, the piano player's music, and what the people around them were discussing.
The girls were talking about which embroiderer was better at her craftsmanship and who got the exquisite and beautiful sword.
The young men were excited and enthusiastic, discussing the interesting things they encountered during their training, who had hunted the World of Warcraft and obtained the Warcraft Crystal Core, and they all showed off their achievements. No one was convinced by the other.
Qingge felt endless loneliness in the bustling Jinhua Palace.
She walked alone in the world, carrying a Mingwang sword on her back and a jug of wine in her hand. Since she left her hometown, she has traveled all over the world. Where there is wine, there is a hometown.
Qingge lowered her eyes, feeling sad and hurt all over her body.
Di Wuxie turned to look at her, his eyes moving, and deep in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes was a complexity that others couldn't understand.
He raised his hand and hooked his hair behind Qingge's ear, saying: "You are still the same as before, a respectable king, but also sentimental. You are ruthless and murderous, but you also care about the common people and the country and the people.
"
Qingge came back to her senses and shook off Di Wuxie's hand.
"First Prince, if you don't respect yourself anymore, it would be better not to say another word between you and me from now on." Qingge said coldly.
She didn't know Di Wuxie's intentions.
Di Wuxie gave a bitter smile and took his hand back, "Sorry, I forgot, you are not her."
Qing Ge lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Di Yungui sat across from him and quietly watched the situation at Qingge's table. Not only him, Princess Jiuque, Di Changru and others were all looking over.
The dignitaries of the empire did not understand why Di Wuxie, the grand prince of Kyushu, insisted on clinging to a pregnant woman.
Di Yungui came over with a wine glass, "Brother Emperor, Brother Emperor, here's a toast to you."
"No, I only drink with beauties." Di Wuxie said arrogantly.
Di Yun returned with his eyes darkened, "Brother Huang only sees beauties and not younger brothers?"
"There are countless imperial brothers, but this one is the only interesting beauty." Di Wuxie poured wine for Qing Ge, "In the imperial capital, hundreds of flowers are blooming, and I love this one the most."
"She is not your flower." Di Yun couldn't help it after all.
"Is that yours? Emperor brother." Di Wuxie asked meaningfully.
"Of course it's not mine either." Di Yun returned.
After receiving Di Yungui's affirmative answer, both Cai Lingfeng and Xu Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
"In that case, why should the emperor be so concerned? Others may misunderstand your relationship with Miss Ye and think you are nervous, fearing that the emperor will take off your tweed." Di Wuxie was aggressive.
"Insolent!" Princess Jiuque slapped her palm on the table again, "Xiaojiu, Wuxie, how can you still have the manners of a prince? You are so red-faced fighting over a wild flower, you really lose the face of the royal family!"