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Chapter 63 Autumn Moon Banquet
Xie Zhao and Yu An'an were taken aback for a moment, then shook their heads and laughed the next moment.

Don't tell me, Han Changsheng's self-summarization is really in place, very vivid.

Today he was wearing a dark blue cloud top with a narrow waist and a long hem. He was elegant, handsome, and full of nobility, but from the back it did look like a swallowtail butterfly in full bloom.

After calculating, the time was almost up, so they stopped talking and boarded the carriage that had been waiting for them for a long time at the gate of the Jiumen Admiral's Mansion, and then set off for the Pingyang Princess Mansion in the south of the city.

Li Suining didn't go with them because he needed to practice swords during the day—but in Han Changsheng's words, it was probably just an excuse for Mr. Li's practice of swords, probably because he was afraid of Princess Pingyang, so he didn't want to go with them. To find this eye.

Come to think of it, he usually avoids this fox-like and charming Eldest Princess whenever he can, so how could he go to the Eldest Princess's house to embarrass himself at this stall and let the noble disciples of Zhaoge look at him for nothing? A joke?

Mr. Li is very proud.

Perhaps because there were many carriages with the same destination as theirs, the road was unsurprisingly very crowded. The carriages they were riding in stopped and walked and swayed on the street until they stopped near the Princess Pingyang Mansion. When he was on the street, Xie Zhao's face was already pale and blue, and he felt a little nauseous from that look.

Fortunately, the carriage finally reached its destination in an emergency, and it stopped firmly on the long street in front of the Princess Pingyang's Mansion.

——There is still a distance from the gate of the Princess's Mansion, but the coachman can no longer drive the carriage any closer, because the road ahead has already been blocked by the sedan chairs and carriages of today's guests from the Princess's Mansion.

Han Changsheng was the first to push open the carriage door.

He looked at the crowded scene in front of him with bright eyes, and exclaimed: "How can this Princess Pingyang actually invite so many people to come to the banquet?"

He was quite surprised by this.

Ling or followed closely behind. He looked out of the carriage with his face sideways, and then explained lightly:

"This is actually normal. After all, her Autumn Moon Festival was held using the gimmick of 'making friends through martial arts'. Nowadays, everyone in the world is martial, especially the dignitaries of various dynasties, who are even more attracted to martial arts masters.

Although the peerless masters dare not think about being recruited, if they can recruit one or two first-rate and second-rate masters in the Jianghu through this grand event of "meeting friends through martial arts", then it will be a worthwhile trip. "

Xie Zhao's lips were a bit white, but she was physically disabled and strong-willed. Even in such a world, she still managed to put on a smile and teased Ling Or in a weak voice:
"Our Ling or is now a first-class expert in the Saint King Realm. It's fine if he doesn't make a move tonight. If he makes a move, those dignitaries will be overwhelmed by our Ling Shaoxia's youthful heroism——"

Xie Zhao was still very uncomfortable, and he was so nauseated that he almost vomited.

Han Changsheng pretended to look at her with a puzzled expression, and secretly provoked:
"Azhao, even if Ling'er is a little bit worse than this young master, but you won't be so sick when you talk about Ling's young heroism. You, you are too hurt us Ling or heart."

Ling or smiled helplessly.

He ignored Han Changsheng's ridicule, but looked at Xie Zhao with a little worry, and asked:

"Is it still very uncomfortable? It's strange too. Obviously your lightness kung fu is so good, and your riding skills are also top-notch. How can you still have this strange problem of carriage sickness?"

Xie Zhao waved her hand with difficulty, she took a deep breath as if she was "dying", and said with her head drooping:

". Living things and dead things, how can they be the same?"

Han Changsheng suppressed his laughter and joked: "Why is it different? Isn't it more bumpy to fly around with Qinggong and ride a fast horse?"

Every time Xie Zhao fainted in the carriage, it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for him to have fun.

——It was only then that he could defeat Xie Zhao, the village bully with "black hands and a vicious tongue".

Xie Zhao rolled his eyes weakly, "Go away, what's the difference? One has no roof and the other has a roof."

She stretched out a false finger and threatened him: "Han Changsheng, I advise you to think about the consequences before you go crazy, and don't let me deal with you in a while."

The weird smile on Han Changsheng's face froze, and the next moment, he "hummed" and straightened his handsome "swallowtail butterfly" clothes, then squinted at Xie Zhao with his eyes, and said, "A good man is not good!" Fighting with women", and immediately ran out of the carriage in a hurry.

Ling You laughed and shook his head.

"Xie Zhao, come down first. The air above the carriage is stagnant, which will make you even more bored."

Every time Xie Zhao fainted in the carriage, he would definitely be resurrected with full health as long as he left the carriage within half a cup of tea. Therefore, Ling You and Han Changsheng had seen enough and had experience, so they were not particularly worried.

However, it was the first time Yu An'an saw someone who was so dizzy in a carriage. She frowned worriedly and didn't let go all the way.

Xie Zhao nodded feebly and carefully helped Yu Anan get out of the carriage.

Before getting out of the car, she counterattacked calmly and stuffed her black "long stick" under the seat of the carriage. The lights were so dark that no one else noticed her actions at all—including sending them to Pingyang Changsha. The coachman of the Nine-door Admiral's Mansion from the Princess Mansion.

This is the reason for the so-called hermitage in the city. The long street outside the Prince's Mansion in Pingyang is full of carriages and sedan chairs from various prefectures. Who would care about the most ordinary carriage in the Jiumen Admiral's Mansion?

What's more, since all the coachmen are waiting here, no one will blatantly explore other people's carriages in full view of the public.

The few of them stood outside the gate for a while, and Xie Zhao had already recovered.

Once she stops feeling uncomfortable, it will be others' turn to feel uncomfortable.

She straightened her waist and slapped Han Changsheng on the shoulder vigorously.

"—Idiot! What are you doing in a daze? Get in quickly!"

Han Changsheng couldn't wait for a long time, so he didn't care about his painful shoulder, grinning happily.

"Let's go!"

Ling Ju and Yu An'an shook their heads and smiled, followed the two treasures and handed the invitation to the guard at the door for inspection, and then the four of them stepped into the Palace of the Princess Pingyang together.

On a sedan chair with a special style on the side of the street, a Taoist boy dressed as a Taoist stared blankly through the gap in the curtain of the sedan chair, looking at the vaguely familiar road in the crowd who had just stepped into the Palace of the Princess Pingyang. It looks like the back of an immortal.

".Huh? How is this possible?"

The little Taoist shook his head slightly in confusion, talking to himself in a daze.

"I must have seen it wrong."

(End of this chapter)