Chapter 110 Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 46
Qianzhou folded the cotton robe that Beili had given him neatly and placed it on the table.
The hall was filled with expensive porcelain vases and silk decorations, and the curtains above the bed were also very valuable.
The pillars are carved with lifelike tigers, whose eyeballs are plated with gold, making them look like they are ready to pounce at any time.
The maid respectfully took out a golden robe, which was made of three layers of silk inside and out, a white lining and a robe with gold thread patterns. The patterns on the waist belt were intricate and noble.
Qian Zhou looked at the cotton robe that he had soiled, and the maid asked in a low voice:
"Your Highness, does it need to be sent for cleaning?"
Qian Zhou's eyes darkened, "No need."
Anyway, he was going to cause trouble tonight, and he would rush back to Beili after everything was settled.
Nothing related to Xiao Jintian can be missing, and everything must be taken back in the same way as it was brought here.
[System 052: Wow, so excited! You're so fast!]
Qian Zhou: Qian Lingxiao has no intention of letting me go.
Since we can't live in peace, let's fight to the death.
[System 052: Are you still going to the welcoming banquet?]
Qian Zhou: Why not go? If I don't show up, people will think I'm afraid of Qian Lingxiao.
Qian Zhou had been planning since the moment he left Beili. Since Qian Lingxiao dared to threaten him with Beili, he would not have any breathing time.
Arrived in the Central Plains and started immediately.
Qianzhou opened his arms and looked calmly at the palaces and halls in the distance. He felt uncomfortable staying here.
Even when I change my clothes, people are watching me from the eaves.
Qian Zhou was in an especially murderous mood today. The maid tied his belt for him and retreated respectfully behind him.
Another maid stood in front of Qianzhou holding a bronze mirror, with her head slightly lowered. When she looked up, she saw that everyone was in the same posture.
There is not a trace of life in them, they are like puppets that can only serve people.
Qian Zhou narrowed his eyes, put the Shura mask on his waist, and calmly hid a dagger in his sleeve.
As he stepped out of the palace, he saw a black-clad assassin kneeling on the ground with a corpse lying beside him.
It was the assassin who had just been standing on the eaves. He was now dead, with blood slowly flowing from his neck.
"Are all the ambush ready?" Qian Zhou said.
The man replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Um."
The maids in the hall lowered their heads even more, none of them dared to move, and their breathing slowed down.
Qianzhou was wearing golden clothes, with her long hair loose and gold leaf ornaments on her ears.
He hadn't worn such complicated clothes for a long time. The jewelry hanging around his waist and the headband were all made of real gold and silver, and the gold color made his skin look even whiter.
With his looks and figure, the gold-thread waist belt outlines his slender waist, his legs are tight and slender, and his back is straight.
The noble air that emanates from his bones is as inviolable as the tall pines and cold snow.
Qianzhou walked on the road, looking at the hall at the end of the stairs not far away.
He thought that the wintersweet he gave to Xiao Jintian should be in bloom by now. If the journey north to the border went smoothly, Xiao Jintian should be on his way back to the capital by now.
By this calculation, the distance between the two of them is really far. Even if Xiao Jintian rushes to the Central Plains without stopping, it will take at least dozens of days to meet him.
It's really too far.
Qianzhou stepped onto the first step and walked forward step by step.
Qian Lingxiao was waiting for him at the end, facing the sunlight, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly. Next to him stood a woman who was about his age.
She looked at Qian Lingxiao, and Qian Lingxiao's eyes were always on Qian Zhou.
He used his fingernails to apply a little pressure, leaving a red mark on the palm of his hand.
Qian Lingxiao glanced at her calmly, "Fu Wan."
After saying that, he didn't look at her again. He took a step forward to greet Qian Zhou and walked side by side with him to the seat of honor.
Qian Lingxiao's position blocked Jiang Fuwan's sight. Eunuch Fu observed her expression and left her there.
Seeing that all the seats were full, he shook his sleeves and shouted:
"Let's have a feast!"
Qian Zhou arrived later than Qian Lingxiao. Sitting under his seat were not only the prime minister and officials, but also several generals who had followed him to the battle.
Eunuch Fu glanced at the wine jug on Qianzhou's table and rubbed his fingers nervously.
The main seat was empty, and Qian Lingxiao personally poured a glass of wine for Qian Zhou. "Father has been seriously ill recently and is unable to leave the bed. Today, my brother will accompany you."
"Just relax." Qian Lingxiao said.
Qian Zhou took the glass of wine, and Qian Lingxiao sat beside him. To anyone who saw it, it was a harmonious scene of brotherly love and respect.
There was singing and dancing below, but Qianzhou held the glass of wine and did not move.
Qian Lingxiao looked at the golden leaf hair accessories on Qian Zhou's temples, slightly lost in thought. This was what he had bought for Qian Zhou at the Lantern Festival market.
When he was young, Qian Lingxiao liked this younger brother very much. He was different from the others.
After moving to the Prince's Palace, Qian Lingxiao saw Qian Zhou less often and was unhappy for a long time.
In the eyes of his father, Qian Zhou likes to stick to his brother, but in fact, it is Qian Lingxiao who takes the initiative to find him every time.
The love in childhood is always beautiful, but the hearts of people in the palace are complicated after all, and Qian Lingxiao quickly understood this.
Affection alone is not enough.
Qian Zhou didn't drink a sip of wine, but Qian Lingxiao somehow drank one glass after another. He looked at Qian Zhou sideways with indescribable complex emotions in his eyes.
Eunuch Fu's eyes widened when he saw this, "Your Highness, you can't drink like this...it's bad for your health!"
Qian Lingxiao's expression remained unchanged, and all the ministers below looked over here.
There was singing and dancing, the aroma of wine and drinks, and the atmosphere reached a climax.
A minister raised his wine glass and asked with a smile when the prince would let Fu Wan live in the prince's palace. The words were pleasant and people around him responded.
After hearing this, Eunuch Fu's fingers trembled violently. He lowered his head and glanced at Qian Lingxiao's expression out of the corner of his eye.
He lowered his eyes, and his fingers hidden under the table gently touched Qian Zhou's clothes. The smile on Qian Lingxiao's mouth gradually disappeared.
Jiang Fuwan stood up to toast, and someone started to tease Qian Lingxiao, calling him his future husband.
The marriage chosen by the emperor is legitimate.
Why don't you sit next to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?
The ministers who saw the situation clearly did not dare to say anything, and the party members who pretended to be deaf and dumb echoed a few more times. The music continued strangely, and the dancers paused.
Her veil fluttered, her appearance was graceful and charming, and she glanced at Qian Zhou vaguely.
Qianzhou looked at her and nodded slightly when no one noticed.
She lowered her eyes, and the dance formation suddenly changed, the positions became more dispersed, and the red gauze swayed with the movements.
The drum music then picked up its tempo, like a bewitching demonic sound that made the undercurrent even more turbulent.
"Your Highness."
Jiang Fuwan spoke in a soft voice, holding a glass of wine, and stood in front of Qian Lingxiao.
Her eyes swept over Qian Zhou vaguely, and a charming smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Jiang Fuwan is the daughter of General Jiang Xiaoying. She joins forces with two powerful ministers to stand on the side of the prince from beginning to end.
Qian Lingxiao couldn't help but give this face.
Just now I recalled the past with Qian Zhou and drank one glass of wine after another without feeling anything.
But when Jiang Fuwan came to toast him, Qian Lingxiao frowned slightly. He picked up the wine glass and was about to stand up.
A bony hand pressed the rim of the cup, and Qian Zhou said calmly:
"Brother is drunk."
Qian Lingxiao immediately raised his eyes to look at Qian Zhou, his heart pounding.
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