Sick Prince Rescue Plan

This banquet is not a trifle, no matter how good Jun Yuwan's relationship with Xiao Jinshao is, he can't sit together in this kind of occasion.

According to the title of Marquis Anle, Jun Yuwan sat a little behind Xiao Jinshao, but he was not far away, and he could see it when he tilted his head.

After she sat down, she looked around casually.

The colored silk hangs high, the flowers compete for beauty, and the fine wines exude a heavy and pure fragrance.

In a short while, officials came in groups.

When these people saw Xiao Jinshao, they hurriedly went to salute and greet them, but after seeing Xiao Jinshao's face, they whispered directly in their hearts.

Didn’t you say that your Royal Highness has seen you recently? Why is it still ill?

Although they didn't say it directly, they still inadvertently leaked something in their eyes. Xiao Jinshao was cold in his heart and there was no good expression on his face.

But everyone only thought that he was unwell, so his complexion was not good, so he dared not say anything after the salute, and returned to his place one after another.

Jun Yuwan looked at her coldly, disdainful in her heart.

Before it officially started, she was a little bored.

"Two hundred and five, when will it be the protagonist's turn to play?"

255 was poked while lying down, and said mechanically: "The host just waits patiently."

Jun Yuwan rolled her eyes in her heart, knowing that this guy is unreliable!

When she was bored, she picked up the wine glass on the table, looked at the light, and suddenly a poem flashed in her mind, and she subconsciously read it out in a low voice: "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink Pipa, immediately remind you. "

As a result, she swept away and found someone standing beside her motionless.

Slowly raising his eyes, the person's voice rang: "An Le Hou is very talented."

The voice was low and sweet, with a hint of joking.

Looking at the python robe on the visitor, Jun Yuwan frowned, still a prince?

"Two hundred and five, who is this?"

Two hundred and five looked at the fast flashing data panel and said, "This is Xiaoyao King, Xiao You."

"Xiaoyao King? Why haven't anyone mentioned it before?"

Looking at the costumes, this is clearly a prince. When my elder brother was doing science, he didn't say that there was such a young prince in the royal family! You are in your early twenties, right?

Two hundred and five: "Host, don't worry, I will check the information first, and I will tell you later."

Jun Yuwan responded in her heart, got up and bowed in an upright manner, and smiled and said, "The minister has just arrived, and I don't know the title of the prince, so please invite the prince Haihan."

Xiaoyao Wang smiled and gave a false help: "I am the youngest son of the first emperor, Xiaoyao Wang, everyone calls me Xiao Huangshu.

Jun Yuwan straightened up and said, "I have seen the little emperor."

Xiaoyao Wang smiled slightly, and his charming foxes narrowed their eyes, looking rather romantic.

"Did you make those two poems just now by An Lehou?"

Jun Yuwan shook her head, "No, I made Xiaohuangshu laugh. That was what the minister had seen from the ancient books. He thought the wording and artistic conception was wonderful, so I wrote it down. Just now I saw this Liuli wine cup with a unique shape, suddenly suddenly I remembered."

Xiaoyao King nodded, "I see."

After he said this, there was nothing else, which seemed rather regrettable.

Jun Yuwan smiled and said, "Little emperor uncle walks slowly."

Xiao You walked around and glanced back at her.

When Jun Yuwan looked over, he lowered his eyes and sat down in his seat, An Lehou, the youngest son of King Annan? Quite interesting.