In the imperial garden, there are blooming flowers.
In addition to those young talents, there are countless girls competing with the flowers.
Even though everyone knew the purpose of the flower-viewing banquet this time, it would be too monotonous just to include those young people. Therefore, many boudoir ladies were invited to accompany them.
But no matter how delicate and beautiful these daughters are, they can't compare to Fu Qingxi, who is dressed in pure white and looks like a fairy.
Fu Qingyi stands among the crowd, standing out like a flock of chickens, conspicuous and stunning.
"Your Highness," a pretty girl walked up to Fu Qingxi and asked in a flattering manner, "I have a question to ask the princess."
Fu Qingqi nodded gently with a pure smile, "Okay, if you have any questions, just ask me."
The girl was happy in her heart, with a smile on her pretty face. "My lord, I heard rumors from the outside world that the princess was the reincarnation of the Nine Emperors. Just now, the spirit beast was so close to you, so we are very curious. Princess, have you been there before?"
The Mausoleum of the Nine Emperors may have something to do with the Nine Emperors."
Fu Qingyi's smile did not diminish. "You said it was just a rumor. How credible are the rumors? I am just Fu Qingyi now, and I don't want to live under anyone's name."
The girl's eyes rolled around in circles.
Now she is just Fu Qingxi
She was only talking about now.
That is to say
She might have been the Nine Emperors in the past
"The princess is always so humble, without any airs."
"Our Haitian Kingdom is different from other countries. Those spiritual beasts can survive in the kingdom because of the princess's magnanimity, which has led to the current situation. The princess's kindness is unparalleled."
"That's right, that's right. What's different about the princess is that she is always so gentle to us. She never gives a good look to the men who are chasing her. Unlike those girls outside who are pitiful in front of men.
She looks like a white lotus, not like a princess who never cares about other people's opinions."
In the imperial garden, the voices of those people talking about each other floated into my ears on the wind.
Fu Qingyi picked up the tea handed over by the maid and took a sip of it. She stopped talking. She was as calm as the breeze, floating like a fairy, like a white lotus left alone in the world, pure and innocent, and the smoke of the world could not stain her.
Pure beauty.
She raised her eyes and saw Hong Mao being carried in on a stretcher by a group of guards. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
Sure enough, Murong Yang came to this flower viewing feast.
He was so ill that he still came to participate. She had heard that he was poisoned and thought he might not be able to come today. It seemed that she had underestimated Murong Yang's persistence.
These men are always the same.
They are all greedy for the power behind her and want to become the consort of the Haitian Kingdom.
But
What she wants to find in this life is a man who has nothing to do with power or appearance and only loves her as a person.
If she couldn't find such a person, she would rather never marry than give up.
Murong Yang's face was very ugly. He was just bitten by the snake, but the snake was still venomous.
Forget it, what's even more miserable is that even though he has hurt the city like this, my father still allows him to come to this flower viewing party.
He really wanted to go home, have a good sleep, and not care about anything else.
"Sir, we are following the general's order to send you here. We will take you back later when it is over."