after marrying the prince

Chapter 117 Provoking Discord

As he spoke, he led several people to sit at the banquet prepared in advance, each with a bedding, a small red sandalwood table, on the table were exquisite delicacies like jade, intoxicated with fragrant wine, high-quality pure white jade chopsticks, golden cups and cups .

He clapped his hands, and the slender hands of several beautiful young men sitting in the middle of the gorgeous carpet pressed the strings of the piano, and they started to play in unison, the timbre was pure, elegant, and pleasant to the ear.

The song is over.

Li Ruiyuan said: "Isn't this the guqin "Breeze and Crescent Moon" played by Lan Gongzi at the Qionglin feast that year?"

This piece of music was still created by Xiao Yantian. The master and apprentice stood on the top of the mountain in their spare time, playing the same sound against the wind.

Lou Yunmeng sat next to Li Ruiyuan, her eyes signaled to stop talking, but Li Ruiyuan didn't seem to feel it, and then praised: "It's not bad at all."

As if thinking of something, Li Ruiyuan said: "Even the looks of these young people are similar to Lan..."

Finally noticed something strange, stopped talking, looked at Xiao Yantian again, his face was extremely cold, he lifted the table with his hands, and angrily said: "Bold! How dare you miss my people?!"

Qian Zi's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about Xiao Yantian's identity and anger at all.

Standing up from the main seat, gently shaking a colorful folding fan in his hand, with the lapel open, the purple gauze mopping the floor, stepping barefoot on the clean yellow wooden floor, he lazily got down from the main seat, and said with a smile: "Your People? He's not yours."

Saying that, Qian Zihua came to Lan Xunyu, walked around him, looked him over, and said, "Not bad, but a little skinny."

Then he approached Lan Xunyu, the folding fan in his hand was placed flat on top of Lan Xunyu's head, the edge of the fan bone just reached his chin, the height of the two was a head off, he smiled with satisfaction and said: "Yes."

This rhetoric has to be said to be weird and presumptuous.

Lan Xunyu quickly backed away and walked towards Xiao Yantian.

Qian Zihua's glazed eyes sank.

Li Ruiyuan hurried forward, pulled Qian Zihua over, and said anxiously in a low voice: "Brother Zihua, what are you doing? Young Master Lan belongs to His Majesty... Concubine Yugui, why are you so rude?"

Qian Zihua didn't answer and asked instead: "Why didn't you listen to me, why didn't you back down?"

It turned out that after Li Yan and his son arrived in Kaifeng, Qianzihua sent several letters to persuade him to take the Li family to live in seclusion in the East China Sea. Li Ruiyuan replied: I want to live in a temple.

Qian Zihua's words and actions at this moment are no longer unrestrained, but defiant. Xiao Yantian was so angry that he drew the black iron sword at his waist to kill him. Lan Xunyu then drew water to attack. The master and apprentice cooperated seamlessly. The two swords came out at the same time, stabbing at Qian Zihua.

Qian Zihua squinted his eyes, waved his hand, and the folding fans hung on the walls of the room automatically flew up, stabbing at the two of them like cold knives and arrows.

Lou Yunmeng hurried to Li Ruiyuan's side to protect him.

Li Ruiyuan pushed Lou Yunmeng away, and said angrily to Qian Zihua, "What do you mean?"

Qian Zihua stood aside, and said with a calm smile: "Brother Li, you and I have known each other for several years, and I introduced you as a confidant, so I can speak today's words. If you listen to me, avoid the East China Sea as soon as possible, so as not to exterminate the family."

Lou Yunmeng's complexion changed drastically and he said, "Qianzihua, don't try to sow discord. If you sincerely invite Li Yushi to be your confidant, you won't provoke His Majesty first today, and then deliberately show that you have a good relationship with Mr. Yushi!"

Qian Zihua smiled and said: "Lord, don't worry about other people's affairs, you still worry about yourself. It's been more than ten years, and you haven't even held a hand. I don't think you will be able to kiss even if you are in the coffin." , Hey, poor..."