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This happened last year. On the Liushang Banquet, the distant cousin of the ninth prince Zheng Pei came.

February was the time when the imperial examinations were released. This distant cousin who had a high opinion of himself had just failed and felt resentful, so he came to the banquet to make a fuss. Seeing that everyone here was unhappy, he somehow touched the businessman and kept sarcasticating his "principality".

The Great Zhou commerce was prosperous, but the status of merchants was low, and his infamous reputation was really unpleasant. Zheng Zhuo felt uncomfortable when he thought of his mother who was a merchant. Lu Shiqing wrote a poem without saying a word and secretly sent it to him, asking him to go directly. Then Zheng Zhuo became famous at a banquet.

But can he tell the truth? No, no. Wouldn't it be clear that he and Zheng Zhuo are "intimate"? Until necessary, he was still unwilling to tell Yuan Cixian the secret secret of the court that was too shameful to avoid her from knowing too much. After all, the same is true for Yuan Yizhi.

Lu Shiqing couldn't say anything about his suffering, and he felt melancholy, and said calmly: "There are talents in the world that come out in the world. How can seniors cut off the path of young people? Naturally, they have to be humble."

Yuan Cixian looked at him with a little disgust: "What kind of young people are not young people? The sixth prince is the same age as you, but he is more than half a year older than you if he is serious."

He blurted out and asked, "How do you know his birthday?"

Yuan Cixian choked. Of course, it was because she had checked Zheng Zhuo.

But can she tell Lu Shiqing? No, at least not now. The message given by the dream is messy, and because hearing is false, many people in the market cannot take the speculations seriously, and her views on Zheng Zhuo are always shaking. It is related to the entire family. Before fully understanding the court, she cannot explain the involvement between the Yuan family and him at will. Even if this person is Lu Shiqing.

She covered up her guilt and lied: "You told me."

Lu Shiqing obviously didn't believe it.

Yuan Cixian said seriously: "Really, the time you came back south was so burned. The sixth prince's name was actually called in the dream." She pretended to think about it, "Yes, you call him 'Azhu'!"

"..." This is really what Lu Shiqing called Zheng Zhuo in private. He was skeptical for a moment and did not refute it immediately.

Yuan Cixian took the opportunity to bite back: "You have never called me like this, I'm unhappy."

"I..." Lu Shiqing opened his mouth and said something nonsense, "I'm afraid I'm calling 'Anzhu'. When I was a child, I raised a lotus bird and called this."

Yuan Cixian couldn't help but widen her eyes. Since she was a bird she raised when she was a child, she must have died long ago, so she even made him miss it until now?

She sagged her mouth: "Male or female?" After asking, she suddenly realized, "Can it be a lotus bird spirit with a very high Taoist practice that can transform into a human form? You put her at home, hold it in the palm of your hand, and ask her to peck at the food on your palm, so she named her 'Anzhu'?"

"..." What was in her head.

Lu Shiqing was about to dispel her nonsense, but suddenly heard Zhao Shu exclaiming outside the curtain of the car and turned to the curtain and said, "This story is interesting! I think, I think... Oh, one day, the hibiscus spirit was taken away by the eagle and eaten, and it became the white moonlight in the eyes of the man and the cinnabar mole in his heart..."

Yuan Cixian nodded in agreement and continued to edit: "Later, when the hibiscus bird spirit saw you in such pain, he was reincarnated as a human being. When he grew up, he came to you to repay his kindness."

She said and hugged Lu Shiqing's arm, staring at him without a moment, and was about to say emotionally, "Now she has become your fiancée", but was suddenly interrupted by him expressionlessly: "Xicheng Tea House is hiring a storyteller, want to go?"

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Yuan Cixian secretly complained all the way. When she arrived at the prince's mansion, she heard that the Liushang Banquet had started for a long time. It was because she and Lu Shiqing had delayed the time when they entered the palace. It was nothing wrong, but this kind of elegance was more casual. With the invitation, no matter how late they were, they were just too good-looking. When they arrived at the back garden where the banquet was held in the mansion, they inevitably attracted everyone's attention.

In early February, the Jingzhe has passed and the weather is getting warmer. This flowing wine feast is in the open air and is set up next to the Qu River dug out of the back garden. A row of long tables are placed beside the stream, with tea cups and wine cups and fresh fruits on the table. Young talents sit on the ground by the table. They are originally talking and laughing, but when they see Yuan Cixian, they are all quiet.

It looks like the sixteenth or seventh girl's hair is combed with a pair of light golden beads between her hair, and her long skirt is covered with her head. She is not only outstanding in color, but also graceful in her figure. She has a few steps and her every move, her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and mouth are as beautiful as the painting, making people unable to see.

When I noticed Lu Shiqing again, my eyes felt a little envious.

Lu Shiqing didn't care how jealous they were, and noticed that he was shooting from all directions, his eyes were like wolves and tigers, and his face sank. He forgot to prepare a veil for Yuan Cixian.

He bit his back teeth and slightly sided his body, blocking the densest area of ​​tigers and wolfs.

After all, there are a few women invited here. A few of them were implicit and even wore curtains to cover their faces. Yuan Cixian didn't realize that her fiancé looked at her. She nodded slightly with Zheng Zhuo, who was looking at the two of them at the top of the head, and followed Lu Shiqing to a vacant long desk. In the middle of the way, he heard a young man who had just met the poem and laughed loudly, "Just Brother Li asked, where did Mr. Tan Xie sleep? Look, aren't this Mr. Lu and the Lord of Lancang coming?"

This is using Pan Yue and Xie Daoyun of the Jin Dynasty as a metaphor to please the two of them. Many of them here were slightly absent.

The story of Yuan Cixian's pursuit of Lu Shiqing was compiled into seventeen, and eight versions of the romantic relationship were circulated in the streets and alleys. Most of the people present had heard of one or two. Although the atmosphere of the Great Zhou Dynasty was open, the women's behavior of pestering and beating was never recognized by the public, so Yuan Cixian's reputation was not very good.

Because Lu Shiqing had not had time to change his official uniform, most of the people here recognized him, but because he had never seen Yuan Cixian, he did not know that this was the legendary Lancang County Lord, but he thought that Lu Shiqing really belonged to him. Now that he heard the truth, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt in his heart.

I'm afraid this county lord is following me when I am pestering you.

Yuan Cixian naturally noticed the stiffness of the atmosphere, but she didn't mind it. After adjusting her skirt, she planned to sit down beside the long table. Unexpectedly, Lu Shiqing suddenly pressed the back of her hand and signaled her not to move. Then she bent down and stretched out her hand to smooth the mat under her seat, and then said, "Sit."

Everyone on all sides took a silent breath of air conditioning.

Many of them were officials who had been with Lu Shiqing. Even if they had never had direct contact with him, most of them had heard of his reputation of being arrogant, picky, and bad-faced, so they really didn't expect that such a person would make such a low-profile move for a little girl.

It was said that the Lord of Lancang was pestering Minister Lu?

Yuan Cixian was also slightly stunned. She sat down with a "Oh" and saw Lu Shiqing pouring her a cup of tea.

She now understands what he means.

Lu Shiqing didn't want everyone to see her like that, so he would rather be criticized.

She felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, a little sweet and a little sour. When she saw him, she took a fruit and handed it over, probably to repay her.

Lu Shiqing laughed for a moment and just took it over, he suddenly heard Zheng Zhuo's voice saying: "Mr. Lu brought his beauty here today, but he was trying to tell us that he would come to your house for a banquet soon?"

The marriage agreement between Yuan Cixian and Lu Shiqing was low-key and had not been spread outside yet, so everyone had just reacted that way. Zheng Zhuo asked more questions, and was also helping Yuan Cixian to correct his name.

Lu Shiqing cooperated tacitly and said, "Your Highness is so anxious to make the marriage public for Lu, but it is actually a suspicion of asking for wine."

Of course, everyone had the vision to see it. In a daze, they hurriedly congratulated Lu Shiqing on his face, and then said words to praise Yuan Cixian.

Regardless of the true feelings and false intentions, Yuan Cixian felt quite comfortable when he heard it. When the interrupted Liushang Banquet continued, he quietly came to Lu Shiqing's ear and said, "Lu Shiqing, I seem to like you a little more."

Lu Shiqing turned his head to look at her and blinked: "Just a little?"

She raised her chin and signaled him to show off, then reached out to point out a few dishes of food on the table: "Pick me a walnut and I will like you a little more."

Lu Shiqing sneered and returned to his usual attitude: "Don't peel it, love it or not."

The sound of water flowing from all sides. In the Quxi River, a silver-horned cup followed by a swaying down. When Yuan Cixian saw that the wine cup was still far away from her and Lu Shiqing, she curled her lips and reached out to take a walnut. She went to eat it by herself. When she peeled the walnut meat, she was about to lower her head to eat it when she suddenly heard a voice saying, "The little girl is not good at poetry, so she drinks three cups by herself."

The sound is a bit familiar, but it doesn't look like the sound she's ever heard.

She suddenly looked up and looked in the sound and saw a girl covered in white hat and lowered her head to pour wine because she was selected by the wine cup in the Quxi River.

Seeing her gaze, Lu Shiqing turned his head and asked, "What?"

She frowned, thought about it secretly, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I feel a little like someone. Maybe I've heard it awkwardly."

It was said nothing, but at the next Liushang Banquet, Yuan Cixian glanced at the girl from time to time, and she didn't take it back completely until she saw her get up and leave the table. But coincidentally, shortly after she left, a maid bowed her head to Zheng Zhuo's ear and said something, and then Zheng Zhuo also left the table.

Yuan Cixian's doubts became stronger and stronger. After enduring for a while, she stood up.

Lu Shiqing glanced at her: "What are you doing?"

She lowered her voice and said, "I'm going to the toilet, do you care too?"

Of course, Lu Shiqing couldn't control it. Even if he guessed why she left, he had to stop holding on for the time being.

Yuan Cixian had previously paid attention to the direction of the girl and Zheng Zhuo leaving and groped all the way on the grounds of going to the toilet. Fortunately, the two of them did not go around and were just under the corridor not far ahead.

When she saw the person, she stopped suddenly, quietly disappeared around the corner, and poked her eyes to watch.

The girl knelt at Zheng Zhuo's feet, pulled the corner of his clothes, raised his head and spoke, looking a little excited, looking at her posture as if she was begging for mercy or crying.

But Yuan Cixian was far away and could not hear clearly what she said.

Zheng Zhuo stood still silently, not avoiding it but was indifferent. After a long time, he took a step back, avoided the girl's hand, and looked at the direction where Yuan Cixian was.

Yuan Cixian shrank her head back, but she knew in her heart that Zheng Zhuo must have discovered her. In fact, she did not hope to really peep successfully, after all, this is someone else's territory. She was just convinced that her reason was enough to ask Zheng Zhuo not to care about her, so she dared to come here.

She waited secretly around the corner, and heard the footsteps of the two people leaving. After a while, she saw a maid coming, and came to her and handed her a piece of tissue: "Mr. Princess, your highness, please go back to the table first, so as not to be suspicious. He said, what you want to know is in this note."

Yuan Cixian said "Thank you" to her, turned around and walked back to the back garden, and twisted the note in her hand, and saw a line of small words on it: "Tomorrow, Yanxingmen."
Chapter completed!