Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 265.

"Do you think I look good in this dress?"

Princess Hall.

Qing Ling was only wearing her wrapped clothes, and she put the clothes she was about to change in front of her, gesticulating back and forth.

"Looks good, looks like a princess, she looks good in anything she wears."

The neon clothes on the side have become hopeless.

In the beginning, she could happily advise her own princess.

But this can't stand the tossing back and forth,

Something is too gorgeous, something is too vulgar.

For half an hour, Her Royal Highness has not decided which one to wear.

"Oh, it's because we used to live too simply, and now we don't even have decent clothes."

Qingling was a little bit lost, the young girl Huaichun always wanted to show her best side to her sweetheart.

Even if this is the first contact with that person.

"Actually, I still think the first one the princess wears is the most suitable."

Nishang murmured weakly at the side, and she couldn't stand it anymore. These clothes were sent by the concubines in the harem after the marriage between Her Royal Highness and Marquis Liao.

Luxurious is luxurious, but it always lacks some girlish vigor.

Or the ordinary princess uniform before is the most pleasing to the eye.

"really?"

Qingling also seemed to have grasped the backbone, and looked at Nishang.

Nishang nodded very seriously: "Really!"

"Then change to the first one, I think she looks good too."

Qing Ling didn't want to pick any more. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, if she continued to pick, the dinner would be late.

Nishang curled her lips, tidied up the pile of clothes on the ground, and then waited for Qingling to take a shower and change clothes.

King Zhao's main hall.

There was an endless stream of servants coming and going.

The lights that decorate the hall are bright.

The chefs are cooking carefully.

What kind of hump, deer lip, and bear paw are all one of the dishes of the dinner.

Steamed, boiled, baked, fried.

Although there are not many cooking techniques in this era, they have been played with various tricks under the hands of many powerful people.

The colorful clouds at dusk hang in the sky, and half of the sky is covered with orange and red.

After Liu Pengzu welcomed Zhang Qi into the palace, he never showed his face in front of Zhang Qi again. It was the previous staff member who greeted Zhang Qi.

Although the Zhao Palace is only a royal palace, it is also majestic in terms of specifications.

As long as the specifications are not overstepped, the craftsmen have already demonstrated their best skills.

On a terrace and rain pavilion, Zhang Qi stood there with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

The orange-red and yellowish light shone on him so noblely.

He just stood there quietly, looking into the distance, he could have a panoramic view of the city of Handan in the distance, and vaguely, he could still see those pedestrians who were as big as ants.

The guards with swords on their backs turned their backs to him, and the place was quiet, except for the guards patrolling the palace, few people came and walked around.

"Marquis Liao, it's getting late, and the dinner party is about to start, see if you want to change your clothes."

King Zhao's staff bowed and whispered a reminder behind Zhang Qi.

Looking back from a distance, Zhang Qi turned around and raised his head slightly.

"This Marquis is used to marching. Good soldiers are expensive and fast. I haven't prepared a change of clothes yet. I can just wear ordinary clothes. However, if the Zhao Palace has clothes that are worthy of this Marquis, you can go and get them."

"This"

The staff wished they could slap themselves twice, what did they ask.

"Hey, please come down with me."

But since he asked, the staff still complied, and humbly led Zhang Qi to change clothes.

And the guards naturally followed suit.

In a side hall for honored guests, the staff called several weavers from the palace to measure Zhang Qi's size.

"Marquis Liao can just take a bath, and the clothes will be delivered soon."

"Ah."

Zhang Qi nodded casually, took off his clothes under the service of several maids, and walked into the bath. The maids were dressed in light gauze, and poured warm water on Zhang Qi's body with bamboo spoons for scooping water.

Drops of water fell on the tough muscles, like pearls dropped on a jade plate.

And the court ladies are also charming, but Zhang Qi didn't look at them more.

This time I came to find my wife, not to find sex.

Besides, the maids of King Zhao's Palace are no better than the maids of his Duwei's Mansion.

About two minutes.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

And Tanaka, one of Zhang Qi's guards, also said outside the room.

"Your Majesty, your clothes."

"Ah."

"Go get it."

Zhang Qi hummed in the bath, and slapped a little palace lady's buttocks, causing a coquettish sound.

After changing his clothes, a white dress set off his long hair with a little moisture, and the maids gathered around him, smoothing out the hair and wiping it with dry towels.

It is the beginning of autumn, so most of the nobles in the palace wear white clothes, but red and black are the main colors of the Han Dynasty, so the Y-shaped skirt on the chest is dotted with red and black cloud patterns.

The ladies of the palace dispersed.

Zhang Qi's figure fully appeared.

If you want to be pretty and filial, this sentence is also applicable to men.

Just like that sentence.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

With the general's attire gone, Zhang Qi looks more like a literati than a literati.

A court lady bowed and took the jade pendant and seal from Tian Zhong's hand, then walked quickly to Zhang Qi, knelt down and hung the tasseled jade ornament and the seal representing Liaohou's identity on Zhang Qi's waist.

When Zhang Qi walked out of the bathroom, the staff waiting outside the door opened their eyes wide.

Is this still the same person, with such a gentle temperament.
Afterwards, Zhang Qi raised his head slightly again.

It's the same person, that's right.

Impossible.

This was the first impression of King Zhao and his staff when they saw Zhang Qi.

But they also figured it out.

Anyone in their twenties has a unique status in this world, a little arrogance is understandable.

"Marquis Liao, the banquet is about to begin, and all the princes and concubines in the palace have already arrived."

"Ah."

Zhang Qin gave a hum, and asked his staff to lead the way,

Tonight's dinner is a kind of family banquet, so King Zhao did not invite the ministers of Zhao State, but let his concubines and children accompany him.

After all, no matter what, Zhang Qi came this time to marry the princess.

At this moment, King Zhao is in the main hall.

Brightly lit and festooned.

In addition to the upper ranks, there are dozens of low tables facing each other all the way to the gate of the hall.

Princes and princesses have already been seated on the lower cushions, but the important seats above are still empty.

In the hall, the princes and princesses were talking in low voices, all of them were talking about Zhang Qi.

They also know something about Zhang Qi's deeds.

Therefore, the young masters' conversations were unavoidably a little sour. Lie Hou, who was in his twenties, could not compare to them in terms of status.

And the princesses are also mostly envious and jealous, envious that Qingling can marry such a young hero, but jealous is that the person being married is not herself.

They have all heard about the ceremonies of wedding ceremony for tens of thousands of people. Who in the world would not be envious and jealous of someone who is so devoted to the person he is marrying.

"The Marquis of Liao arrived—!"

A pass.

All the princes and princesses in the hall couldn't help looking at the door of the hall.

(End of this chapter)