She was sitting alone on the couch, with her sister's seat next to her, but Dugu Mingyue was not in the seat. When Dugu Mingzhu saw Li Qingan nodding to her with a smile, she was happy and slipped over quietly and sat next to him.

"Just just now, my sister said you are here too, and I'm still going to find you! I didn't expect you to sit in front of me."

Li Qingan liked this little girl too. He smiled and said, "Why didn't you wear blood and make-up today?"

"I thought, but my grandfather was not allowed to use that kind of makeup in such a formal occasion."

Dugu Mingzhu pouted her mouth, "He said either, don't come!"

Li Qingan nodded and smiled, "Actually, it looks pretty good to dress like this, at least I know what you look like."

Dugu Mingzhu raised her voice unhappily, "Hey! You are too exaggerating! Did you know what I look like today?"

"Haha! Just kidding you, by the way, where is your sister?"

"She's going to be self-indulgent."

Dugu Mingzhu's rosy little mouth pouted in the distance, "Didn't you see that?"

Li Qing'an looked up and saw about thirty steps away, five or six girls surrounded a young and heroic man, the young man he had just seen by the wooden bridge. He was talking about something with the girls with great enthusiasm.

But Dugu Mingyue was not among the girls. She sat on an empty couch ten feet away and chatted with another girl as if nothing had happened.

"Who is that young man? Your sister seems to be interested in him."

"So you can see it too, hey!" Dugu Mingzhu sighed and said, "My sister likes him, but he doesn't like my sister very much. The fallen flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless."

"Tell me first, who is he?"

"He! He is the eldest grandson of the current emperor, the eldest son of His Royal Highness, and the King of Guangping Li Chu."

"So it was him." Li Qing'an nodded. He knew that this person was Li Yu, the later Emperor Daizong of Tang Dynasty.

"He doesn't like your sister, so who do he like?" Li Qingan asked curiously again.

"Who knows?" Dugu Mingzhu curled her lips and said, "It's useless for him to like anyone. The old emperor asked him to marry anyone. Even if he married a mother Yasha, it would be his life."

Dugu Mingzhu was quite dissatisfied with the King of Guangping in her tone. It was no wonder that her sister fell in love with this little prince at the Qujiang Poetry Conference a year ago and missed her unrequited love for a year, but the King of Guangping seemed to not understand her sister's thoughts. It would be better to marry Li Qing'an.

Thinking of this, she secretly looked at Li Qing'an and compared him with Li Chu secretly. The two were not very different in age. Li Qing'an was a few years older, but their temperaments were completely different. Li Qing'an was mature and hard, with a unique charm. Especially the scar on his face made him full of a manly atmosphere, giving people a feeling that he could rely on.

Li Chu is gentle and elegant, with a pretty face, and is well-educated and has a sense of grace and nobility in his every move, but these are his masks, and no one knows his true side.

If Dugu Mingzhu had chosen, she would rather let her sister marry Li Qing'an. At least this person is quite interesting, but her sister likes the literary King Guangping.

Dugu Mingzhu sighed. She could let her sister listen to her in anything, but she could do nothing about this.

At this moment, an eunuch walked quickly to Li Qing'an and whispered: "My wife invites General Li to go there."

"Okay!" Li Qing'an stood up and smiled at Mingzhu: "I'll come when I go."

"It's strange, what did Yang Huahua ask him for?" Dugu Mingzhu looked at Li Qing'an's back and said to herself.

Li Qing'an went out from the side door, followed the eunuch through several doors, and came to a big house. The eunuch respectfully reported: "Madam, General Li is here."

The door opened, Yang Huahua walked out of the inside with a giggle. She was the birthday star today, dressed in a particularly gorgeous manner. She wore a palace skirt made of gorgeous Shu brocade, and was surrounded by a gauze, which was several feet away. She was still as usual, sweeping Emei. Although she had no makeup, she was born with beauty. With Yongrong's gorgeous clothes, she looked even more graceful and charming, with a fairy-like jade bone.

"Qiro, I thought you weren't here today!"

"My third sister is on her birthday, how can I not come?"

Li Qingan looked at Yang Huahua and smiled and said, "Pretty is like a peach in the spring, and pure and pure chrysanthemums in the autumn. It is indeed pure and elegant, with a unique beauty."

"Really? Don't coax me!"

The poplar flower was so full of praise that she turned her back slightly, pointing to an emerald bead flower hairpin on her hair bun and smiled: "How is it, is it good?"

This jade beaded hairpin was the birthday gift given to her by Li Qing'an. She specially inserted it on her hair for Li Qing'an to see it.

"I thought you didn't like the gifts I gave! First, I made a statement that the thousand guan was given to me by Gong Gao, and I don't have that much money."

"I know!"

Yang Huahua said in a coquettish voice: "If it was your money, I wouldn't want it. As long as you come to have a meal and give me this bead flower, I will be satisfied."

"Come on! Come with me, I will give you something."

Yang Huahua smiled charmingly, took Li Qing'an and walked into the room. Feeling Yang Huahua's soft and boneless jade hand, Li Qing'an's heart suddenly pounded.

The outer room was empty, with a few wooden couches, but Yang Huahua directly brought him into the inner room.

‘Squeak!’ Yang Huahua closed the door and smiled mysteriously: “Look, do you think anyone like it?”

Li Qing'an's eyes were attracted. The room was like a weapon showroom, with dozens of weapons standing by the walls, most of which were exquisitely crafted, and obviously they were all made by famous masters.

"This was discovered by chance when I cleaned up the basement of the warehouse half a month ago. It was probably the legacy of Princess Taiping. They said it was Princess Taiping's treasure. I felt that these broken copper and iron took up space and were ready to throw them away. But it was a pity to throw them away. It is said that some of them are very valuable. I plan to sell them to the emperor. If you have any one you like, just take them away."

At this time, Li Qing'an walked to a bow. It was a long bow that was almost as tall as him. It was black all over and hung on the snow-white wall, emitting a faint mysterious luster.

Yang Huahua smiled proudly behind her. She knew that Li Qing'an would pay attention to the bow, so she specially asked the famous craftsman to renovate and debug.

Li Qing'an took off the giant bow and put it in his hand to measure it carefully. The bow was heavy, and the back of the bow was black and shiny. It was painted with various rituals of court archery. The fine brushwork was obviously from the hands of famous masters. There were two white seal characters engraved in the middle of the bow, "Shooting Gold".

Li Qingan laughed out loud, and the name was indeed very powerful.

Li Qingan took out a jade lever, put it on his thumb, held the bow back with his left hand, and gently pulled the string with his right hand, which was also a seven-stone bow, but the strength was stronger than his Beast Bow, and the feel was excellent. He changed to a left hand to pull the bow, and put a few empty strings on each side, and the string sounded buzzing. Li Qingan fell in love with this long bow at once, and the name was also good.

He turned around and smiled, "Sister Three, I want this bow."

"I will send someone to your residence. Shirago, I'm glad you can accept it with pleasure."

Yang Huahua took out a leather bow bag and handed it to Li Qing'an. Just as Li Qing'an took the bow bag, Yang Huahua suddenly held Li Qing'an's hand.

"Qiro!"

She put her hands on his shoulders and looked at him with deep and passionate eyes, as if she was looking at a treasure, she was carefully scrutinizing the young and heroic officer. When she first met him outside the city, she was moved. She seemed to have returned to her girlhood, and she felt a shy happiness in her heart, which made her fascinated. She liked the man in front of her. At this moment, she felt that the best treasure she had obtained today could not be compared with him.

At this moment, the bell sounded from afar. It was time for the banquet to start. Yang Huahua quickly sorted out her clouds and gave him a charming look and said, "Qilang, the banquet is started, we have to leave."

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