PFC Chapter 353: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (23)
Chapter 353: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (23)
When he woke up, there was the familiar bed curtain above his head, and it was his Nian Yige.
Xiao Yu was no longer in the room, and no one knew where Luqiao and Cuiwei had gone.
He propped himself up and found that he did not feel any discomfort, but instead felt refreshed.
“Is donating blood really good for your health?”
Checking both arms, there were no signs of injury.
He opened the curtain, quickly put on his boots and ran to the mirror.
When he lifted up his collar, his neck was also clean.
Maybe he was just too good at it, and the protagonist admired him so much that he took his blood and healed him?
The people are quite nice.
Ye Zhao grinned at the person in the mirror.
The person in the mirror also grinned at him.
Realizing that he was a little silly, he slapped his face and returned to his serious expression.
The night slowly falls, dotted with stars.
Ye Zhao led everyone in the Marquis' Mansion and stood at the door waiting.
Everywhere you look, there is a red carpet.
The lanterns on both sides make the road look like a dream.
Men, women, young and old who passed by all stopped to look at it.
Some were even more exaggerated, picking flowers from the roadside and throwing them at Ye Zhao.
"My Lord, look here, look here."
"Oh, my Lord, I fainted."
"My Lord, are you still short of servants in your house?"
"And me, is there anyone in your house who can break a huge stone?"
For a moment, colorful flowers hit Ye Zhao all over, making him dazzled.
I don't know who started it, but the scene became chaotic for a while, and it seemed like it was getting out of control.
The guards quickly stood in front of him, and other servants dispersed the crowd.
Seeing that the flowers on the ground had no roots, stems, or thorns, and even the leaves had been carefully removed, Luqiao and Cuiwei felt relieved.
Every time the prince comes out, he is like this, really enthusiastic.
The sound of horse hooves rang out.
Two rows of teams came side by side, followed by an extremely noble carriage. The guards on both sides were dressed in palace clothes and had swords on their waists.
The car body is made of ebony and inlaid with gold, silver and jade. The glass lamps on the four corners emit a dim light as they sway.
Behind the carriage was a long line of people transporting more than a dozen large boxes.
The carriage stopped in front of the Hou Mansion.
Everyone present bowed down in worship.
The servant quickly put down the step stool.
The prince, dressed in a bright yellow robe and with a belt around his waist, walked down calmly among the guards.
Ye Zhao bowed, but Lan Yingshuang stopped him.
"There's no need to be so distant between you and me."
Then he looked at everyone and said, "Stand up."
Everyone is grateful.
Lan Yingshuang high-fived, and the team behind took down a dozen boxes.
Open them in sequence.
It is filled with gold, silver, jewelry, rare treasures.
"These are what my father asked me to send to you."
Without even glancing at the things, Ye Zhao simply said, "Why did the Emperor give me these?"
"There is a family dinner being held in the palace today. Father is deeply saddened to think that you can't come." Lan Yingshuang answered him with a dark look in her eyes.
Ye Zhao made a "please" gesture, "Prince, please come in."
Lan Yingshuang wondered why his attitude towards his father had changed 180 degrees, but she also knew that he couldn't get the reason.
Enter the mansion with him.
The living room for entertaining guests was spotless, and the round table was filled with delicious food.
The two sat down and had a drink.
The food is over five flavors, and the wine is over three rounds.
Ye Zhao saw that the time was right and dismissed the unnecessary people.
"Cousin, I have a wonderful person in my house today. He plays the zither very well. I asked him to play a piece for me. Would you like to give me some comments?"
He almost lost his balance while pouring wine for Lan Yingshuang.
Lan Yingshuang quickly supported him, her heart pounding with fear.
"Just sit still, you don't have to pour it for me."
Seeing that his attention was not on Xiao Yu, Ye Zhao repeated, "Cousin, someone in my house has recently gotten... wuwuwu..."
"Okay, okay." Lan Yingshuang fed him a chicken leg and was helpless with him.
Ye Zhao achieved his goal and gestured to Cuiwei.
Cuiwei hurried to call for help.
Soon someone set up the piano table.
Xiao Yu maintained the female appearance she had transformed into in the past, dressed in a green gauze, and walked slowly.
She wore a little makeup, and the hollow bells hanging around her waist rang, exuding fragrance.
As he approached, he bowed with a perfect smile on his face.
Seeing that it was the person she had met once, Lan Yingshuang's expression was subtle.
He subconsciously looked at Ye Zhao, and coincidentally the latter was also looking at him.
Ye Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, "Cousin, listen to Miss Xiao's piano."
The tone was familiar and excited.
Let’s watch the show.
Lan Yingshuang couldn't laugh.
Seeing Ye Zhao winking, Xiao Yu sat down gracefully in front of the piano table.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently placed them on the strings.
The melodious piano music flows like the gurgling stream.
Sometimes cheerful, like the spring breeze in March.
Sometimes urgent, like a biting wind.
Then the melody changed, and it became high-pitched, like thousands of horses galloping, as the two met on the battlefield, swords were drawn, and the fight continued.
When the winner was decided, the piano music became sad and melodious and gradually faded away.
After the song was over, everyone present was mesmerized and it took them a long time to recover.
Leaving the piano table, Xiao Yu came to Ye Zhao and bowed.
"Cousin, how is it?"
Ye Zhao gave him a thumbs up and looked at Lan Yingshuang with a smile.
The curve of Xiao Yu's mouth deepened.
Lan Yingshuang's expression paused slightly, then she smiled as usual, "You have a unique vision, so naturally I can't find any flaws in it."
"That's great." Ye Zhao went along with it, "Cousin, you're an amazing flute player. How about we play together?"
This is what the original story is about. They play the piano and flute together, have a perfect understanding of each other, develop a liking for each other, and become close friends.
Lan Yingshuang's smile faded a little. "I haven't talked to you for a long time. We're not familiar with each other anymore. Let's talk some other time."
I just hope Zhao Zhao has forgotten about this.
"Oh." Ye Zhao was a little confused.
What's going on?
Why doesn't he do it?
You should stand up straight!
No wonder you can only do 1 later. Really, eating tofu is not as good as eating hot tofu.
But we can't let Xiao Yu go.
Having made up his mind, Ye Zhao winked at Xiao Yu, "Miss Xiao, come and sit down."
He pointed to the seat next to Lan Yingshuang.
Xiao Yu sat down next to him.
At this time, Ye Zhao was caught in the middle, feeling caught in a dilemma.
He was a little discouraged.
Did Xiao Yu also take the wrong medicine?
Luqiao came in with some hot wine.
Add for them.
Lan Yingshuang took a sip and said, "Zhao Zhao, news came from the border today. The emperor of the distant dynasty is old, and several of his princes are eyeing his position covetously. Then, out of nowhere, an eighth prince appeared, born to a palace maid, and suddenly became the emperor's favorite."
"What impact will this have on our dynasty?" Ye Zhao watched him put food into his bowl, his brows never relaxed.
So worried.
Why is there no spark or lightning in Lan Yingshuang's eyes when she looks at Xiao Yu?
Doesn’t Xiao Yu always look at everyone with a seductive look?
Why does he become as selfless as a monk when he sees Lan Yingshuang?
Please, don't mess with him.
"There have been occasional frictions at the border between the two countries, but Father and the Emperor of the Far Dynasty have always tacitly agreed not to interfere with each other, thus maintaining the surface of peace."
"Once the person is replaced, I'm afraid there will be a lot more variables." Lan Yingshuang's face was full of worry, "Uncle..."