Kuai Chuanzhi takes the study to wander

Chapter 11 The Princess of the Palace 11
He sat on the bed, with a rage between his brows, "Let her escape again."

The irritability in his heart made him eager to calm down with blood, "Come here, call the concubine to sleep."

This night was a nightmare for the concubines in the harem. The sisters who were talking about poetry and painting one second became corpses the next, but no one dared to resist.

The oppression in the palace continued to the court hall on the second day.

Emperor Wei Yuan looked at Nan Chao gloomily, "Brother Chao slept well last night." He smiled, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he stared at Nan Chao closely.

Nan Chao's expression was calm, he raised his hands when he heard the words, lowered his eyes and said in a respectful tone, "Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, I slept very peacefully last night."

The corner of Emperor Wei Yuan's mouth pulled out a strange arc, "Really, that's good, I haven't seen my younger brother for many years, and I have become alienated from me."

The Southern Dynasty's answer was watertight, "Your Majesty is a king, how can a courtier be ignorant of etiquette."

Even a fool could see that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them. All the ministers complained from the bottom of their hearts and could only lower their sense of existence without saying a word.

"Hehehehe, well, what a person who knows etiquette, brother Chao is indeed a person who understands etiquette," he almost read out the last few words through gritted teeth.

Chao Hui dispersed, Nan Chao walked out of the palace unhurriedly, with an extremely indifferent expression.

On the other hand, Emperor Wei Yuan smashed up a group of palace people again, and then managed to stop his anger, "Nanchao, Nanyan, Prince Yong's Mansion, I want you to have no bones left." His eyes were extremely distorted and resentful.

In Prince Yong's Mansion, Nanyan destroyed the letter, "It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival." She murmured in a low voice, her brows darkened.

Emperor Wei Yuan wanted her to die, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also a good name, and a banquet at that time is a must.

She caressed her temples, her eyes darkened, and it was really difficult to confront a lunatic.

In the Baihua Pavilion, Nong Le burned the letter paper. After the Mid-Autumn Festival feast, she stepped out of the bedroom, looking for someone to introduce.

In the Baihua Pavilion, a group of dandies are playing and having fun, surrounded by a few women sitting or lying down, each with a slim figure, the music of the piano is curling, singing and dancing.

The one who attracted the most attention was the one sitting in the middle, dressed in brocade clothes, looking like a pretty girl, with a look of laziness between her brows.

He was spinning a wine glass in his hand, the folding fan was thrown aside, but there was no woman by his side.

A dandy got drunk and asked in a daze, "Isn't Second Young Master happy?"

This person is the second son of Li Xiang's family, Li Shubai, a well-known son in Beijing, who wrote a good poem, and has been in and out of the place of fireworks all year round, but he is not exposed to dust.

Li Shubai's long eyebrows raised lightly, "I don't like vulgar fans, I still don't like it," he picked up a glass of wine with his slender fingers and drank it into his throat.

He got up and threw the wine glass, "Okay, it's extremely boring, I won't play anymore." He brows a little impatiently.

The rest of the dandy's wine instantly sobered up, "Young Master and Second Young Master, I heard that the oiran of Baihua Pavilion is stunningly beautiful, Second Young Master, don't you want to take a look?"

"The top card of the Baihua Pavilion only showed up once on the Qixi Festival, and the buddies from the capital are so fascinated." One of the dudes looked intoxicated.

Li Shubai's peachy eyes narrowed slightly, and he kicked it unceremoniously, "Say."

The dude didn't dare to get angry when he was kicked, so he quickly said with a flattering smile, "The oiran is having fun, and he won the first prize in several big brothel elections on the Qixi Festival, which is why Baihua Pavilion is full of prizes now. No one else can see it. The second son wants to see it. Is it possible?" She can still refuse to see."

Li Shubai lacked interest. In the past, he had never seen any of the oirans who were elected during the Qixi Festival. Although they were indeed more exciting than ordinary girls, they were boring if they were seen.

But today's truth is boring, and the anger in his heart can't be dispelled, "Then go and have a look." The tone is somewhat impatient.

Several dandies immediately embraced him and wanted to go out, one of them called the old bustard, "Our second son wants to see the girl who is funny, so we haven't invited her yet."

The old bustard's smile remained unchanged, "Young Master wants to see you, so I naturally dare not refuse to obey, but this fun girl is not something that can be decided in the Nujia Pavilion." She said in a somewhat awkward tone.

Li Shubai's expression turned cold, "It seems that this Baihua Pavilion suddenly became famous and didn't understand some rules."

The old bustard hurriedly begged for mercy, "Second son, it's the slave family who refuses to let her go. This naughty girl really doesn't belong in the slave family's pavilion, and the slave family has no choice."

Li Shubai flicked his sleeves lightly, "This is a rare thing. The oiran who came out of your pavilion said that you can't control it. Maybe it's because I have a good temper and dare not kill you." After speaking, his red lips twitched Started up, the murderous intent was revealed.

The old bustard knelt down, "Second son, please spare the second son's life. Miss Nongle came here from Yangzhou, and her original intention was to discuss musical skills with the girl in the building. It was because of my thoughts that I tricked girl Nongle into participating. Now, girl Nongle is here. It’s not in the Baihua Pavilion for a long time.”

Li Shubai casually picked up a porcelain plate, smashed it on the head of the old bustard, "Tell me, where is the man?" There is no need to stay.

The old bustard had blood splattered on his head, perhaps sensing the intent to kill, he spoke out Nongle's address like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

When he came out of Baihua Pavilion, the dandies didn't dare to provoke him, so Li Shubai said, "Let's go, I want to see how hard it is to find."

Several people looked at each other, it seemed that this fun girl was about to die.

Among them, a few dandies who had seen Nong Le, felt sorry for the beauty who was about to die, but followed her without slowing down.

In Yangliu Lane, Nong Le played with the pipa in his hand. Whether he could participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival feast depended on whether Li Shubai could take the bait.

For Li Shubai, Nanyan sent a brochure, all of which were Li Shubai's favorites. The most important thing was that when he was young, he had a beloved person who was beaten to death by the prime minister's wife because of his humble background.

She didn't ask Nan Yan how she knew about it. The princess of Prince Yong's Mansion would naturally find out if she wanted to, and that woman's pipa skill was superb.

However, Nanyan found a woman who is good at pipa skills, and Nongle started to lay the groundwork when the person sent it, and Nanchao sent someone to teach her personally, so I am not afraid that he will not take the bait.

As for the woman in that memory, maybe she wasn't perfect, but in Li Shubai's eyes, she was the most perfect when she died when the two were in love.

The woman standing next to Nongle is wearing a long blue dress, with willow-leaf eyebrows in a bun, a pair of eyes full of spring water, full and ruddy lips with a natural smile, a graceful figure, and a snow-white complexion.

Xiuling is soft, like a willow branch, not a beautiful woman, but it makes people feel at ease.

Qingping, a person who also had a grudge against the Li family, Nong Le didn't ask her about her life experience, but only asked one sentence, but she was willing, knowing that she was indeed not forced, so she accepted it.

(End of this chapter)