The atmosphere in the Changting Pavilion was like being besieged on all sides. Everyone did not dare to look directly at Xuanyuan Qi. They suddenly felt thrilling and their livers and gallbladders trembled!
Only one person is happy and contented.
Chu Yue held a book in her hands and wore a red dress that was as gorgeous as the morning sun.
Not long after, the steward of the palace came over and said, "Everyone, the silk and bamboo instruments, the music and the fine wine are all ready. Please come to Zuixian Pavilion."
Zuixian Pavilion, an open-air courtyard to the east of the palace, is decorated with emeralds and filled with stars at night, and the cool ground is made of coral. Under the coral, hundreds of jars of aged wine are buried.
The four seasons of the year are like spring. Every day and night, as long as you step on Zuixian Pavilion, the aroma of mellow spirits will overflow.
Hence: Drunk Immortal.
"Miss Ayue, please——"
Among the guests in the hall, Xuanyuan Qi was the only one who looked at Chu Yue with new eyes and was so polite.
Chu Yue Luoluo generously put away the "Five Paths of War" and stood up slowly.
The two of them walked outside the pavilion and entered Zuixian Pavilion.
Xia Ruyan turned her head and her eyes fell on the little fox.
It was a lazy and noble little fox, full of aura.
Perhaps he was tired, so he covered his mouth with his little paws and yawned.
Especially a pair of jewel-like purple eyes reminded Xia Ruyan of that highness, and she couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful fox."
"Sister, do you like it?" Xia Siqiong asked: "If you like it, I will grab it for you."
Xia Ruyan shook her head, "That's not good. Even if you like it, it belongs to Miss Ye. Qiong'er, don't mess around."
"If you like it, it's yours." Xia Siqiong smiled, eyes full of determination to win.
"Qiong'er, I'm worried about you. It's okay for you to behave randomly on weekdays. Today you also saw that the eldest prince is so protective of her..."
"What are you afraid of?" Xia Siqiong sneered coldly.
Xia Ruyan moved her lips and looked at this sister helplessly.
Ever since she was a child, Xia Siqiong had given way to her.
"Qiong'er, how can you be so nice..." Xia Ruyan's eyes were red, and she held Xia Siqiong's hand with emotion.
"Sister, in the whole world, no one will love you more and treat you better than me, not even that Highness!" Xia Siqiong held Xia Ruyan's hand and walked into Zuixian Pavilion together.
In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, and its afterglow illuminated half of Chang'an City.
Drunken Fairy Pavilion.
The sound of silk and bamboo, the interplay of toasts and cups.
The violinist played the piano while the beauties swayed their soft waists and danced on the coral ground.
The Seventh Emperor's Uncle and City Lord Tan sat at the main seats and toasted to the guests from all directions.
Compared with the underground market, City Lord Tan can be said to be very proud, with a red face and a bright smile.
Chu Yue and Shen Qingfeng were sitting at the same glazed table. When she lowered her head, she found that the little fox's body was hot, as if he was sick.
But she used Shen Nong's power to explore it, and there were no injuries inside or outside the little fox's body.
The little fox narrowed his eyes in pain and said, "Ah Chu, this one hurts so much."
Chu Yue was slightly stunned and asked softly: "Why?"
The little fox struggled to smile, "If it's been sealed for too long, it will hurt when the time comes."
"What can I help you with?" Looking at the little fox like this, Chu Yue's heart ached a little.
"You are right here, by my side. You don't have to do anything. You are my best antidote." said the little fox.
He, every seal period in the past was very short, and he would try his best to lift the seal.
But this time, in order to stay with A Chu, he not only failed to resist the ancient curse, but even took the initiative to seal himself.
In addition, Xiaobao was injured and lost more than ten years of cultivation in his treatment, which caused the pain of the seal to come faster.
Chu Yue raised her hand filled with Shen Nong's power and gently stroked the little fox's back.
On the other side, Xue Cheng drank to his heart's content and shouted unruly: "Master Tan, it's time for us to meet Young Master Beici."
While talking, a little boy appeared among the crowd.
"Master Xue Xiaohou, are you looking for me?"
The boy's voice is as beautiful as the weeping dew of a hibiscus or the clear spring in the mountains.
When he appeared, the entire Zuixian Pavilion seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white frost, and a cold chill flowed in the air.
The boy is not old, but his features are as handsome as the moon, and he is wearing a well-fitting black robe.
"Come here, give me a seat for the young city lord." The Seventh Emperor's uncle drank tea and said in an orderly manner.