Princess Feng Qinghua is a rich man

Chapter 17 Garden Feast (1)
In the imperial garden of the Daling Palace, there are tangles of lutes and zithers, and graceful dances.There were many young men sitting in the men's seat, some of whom were princes or sons of aristocratic families. Those who had a cheerful personality would talk and laugh loudly with others, while those who were indifferent would sit quietly beside them, sipping fine wine in their cups, and occasionally raised their hands. They looked twice at the dancers on the dance floor, while others just turned their gazes to the female seats, talking to others in a low voice about which house's lady is more dazzling today.

Compared with the unscrupulous ones at the men's side, the women's side is quieter. Even if they talk to people they know well, they only have a smile on their faces and their voices are very low.

This is the rule of the aristocratic family, every lady should look like a lady.

Among these quiet and respectful ladies, there is also Mu Huaqi at this time.

Ting Yuan looked at his master, who rested his chin on his hands, and put almost his entire body weight on the low table, and kept moaning and sighing, very confused.

What could make such a calm person like the master become so sad?She really wants to know.

Yes, Mu Huaqi has been sighing ever since he came to the Imperial Garden after meeting that Liuyun Jinnan.That person won't expose her in public, will he?Although she didn't really care about it, she still didn't want to lose face, at least not in front of so many people.

Furthermore, she was not only thinking about King Xiu's gold, but also about the hot spring in King Xiu's mansion.

"Hey..." sighed again.

Mu Huapian, who was sitting next to her, also realized what was wrong with her at this time, and asked with concern: "Second sister, what's wrong?"

She turned her head and gave her a faint smile: "It's okay, I just think the banquet held in the palace is very grand. I have never seen such a scene before, and I sigh." In fact, she didn't tell a lie, this kind of scene is indeed very grand. .

Such a banquet should cost a lot of money.

"So that's how it is." Mu Huapian smiled lightly, and didn't say anything more, because at this time there was an extra man in the men's table, Wang Hao, son of the Wang family.

Seeing that Mu Huapian's whole mind was on Wang Hao, Mu Huaqi just shook her head helplessly. Is it true that liking someone is so indifferent?She said she couldn't understand.

The banquet was divided into two sides according to the highest position, and they were all low tables, and everyone sat on the ground according to their own low tables.Naturally, the banquet in the palace would not allow people to sit on the floor, the red carpet plus slightly soft cushions, even if they sat for hours, they would not feel tired.

Men's seats are on the left, women's seats are on the right.Most of the harem concubines were present, and they were all seated on the upper right, and a few princes also came to the men's table, and now they are all crowned kings.

The old emperor has six sons, the first prince is the prince Ling Jiaheng, the second prince Gu Wang Ling Jiagu, the third prince Chu Wang Ling Jiachu, the fourth prince Chen Ling Jiachen, the fifth prince Cai Wang Ling Jiacai, and the sixth prince Bai Wang Ling Jiabo.There are many princesses, the most favored is the eleventh princess Ling Jiachun, titled Chunhua Princess, and now she is fifteen.

Now, in the men's table opposite, all the princes have arrived except for the fifth Caiwang and the sixth Baiwang.

Looking at those heaven's favored sons, Mu Huaqi cast her eyes on the red dress in front, that was the crown prince Ling Jiaheng.

I saw him sitting alone on his seat, playing with the wine bottle with his right hand, and knocking on the table with his left hand, a little carelessly, with a warm smile on his face, as if he was in the quiet mountains and fields, surrounded by all the hustle and bustle of the outside world. None of them have any influence on him, and even, if it weren't for his flamboyant red dress, others might think that he doesn't exist.

After just looking at him, Mu Huaqi knew that he was not suitable for this kind of life, or it should be said that he himself didn't like this kind of life.

(End of this chapter)