Out of the main hall.
Jiang Yuechu squinted his eyes.
Longyou Commander...
Who would have thought.
A few months ago, she was the daughter of a criminal who was exiled to the frontier, her life or death uncertain.
Today.
It is already a demon-suppressing Commander.
If you reply Longyou at this time.
Xu Changfeng What will that boy's expression be like when he learns that he has really become Longyou Commander?
"Heh."
Jiang Yuechu couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, thinking in a bit of bad humor.
He shook his head and turned his wrist.
The seal disappeared out of thin air and fell into Sumeru Space.
No rush.
I will definitely go back.
But before going back, Capital City needs to be sorted out in advance.
Even if you can't save the cheap daddy, at least... you have to find a way to meet him.
If I could ask about Chou Yin Mao.
While thinking.
Jiang Yuechu subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky.
"..."
Jiang Yuechu's body stiffened suddenly.
Broken.
Tonight is King Jing's Mansion's banquet.
Wei Mansion.
Wei Qing held up her skirt and paced back and forth at the door.
"Why haven't you replied... are you going to regret it? If you dare to let me go, I will..."
The courtyard door was knocked open by a strong wind.
A figure, carrying the wind and dust all the way, broke in.
"Back."
Jiang Yuechu stopped walking, slightly out of breath.
Wei Qing pounced directly.
"Look what time it is?!"
"Quick, quick, quick!"
There is no explanation at all.
Wei Qing grabbed Jiang Yuechu's arm and dragged him directly into the room.
"What are you doing standing still?!"
"Put on makeup! Change clothes!"
The four or five maids who had been waiting aside swarmed over him, holding clothes and jewelry.
Jiang Yuechu sat stiffly on the embroidery pier.
"Quick! Get that box of Snail Eyeliner that Western Regions pays tribute to!"
"And that one! That rouge, the color is too bright, change it to something lighter!"
Wei Qing's appearance made Jiang Yuechu couldn't help but murmur.
Good guy.
This Commander is worthy of you.
"Can you hurry up?"
Jiang Yuechu sighed and was about to raise his hand to rub the itchy tip of his nose.
The back of the hand was patted unceremoniously by Wei Qing.
"I told you not to move!"
Wei Qing glared at her, "This is a water grinding process. If the painting is crooked, you have to rub it and start over."
Jiang Yuechu had no choice but to put his hand down again.
Let those powder-scented brushes sweep over your face.
Although the maids on the side moved swiftly, they were all holding their breath and concentrating, not even daring to take a breath.
Although the skin looked so fair and delicate up close that no pores could be seen, the coldness inherent in Jiang Yuechu still made their hearts beat.
Especially when Jiang Yuechu occasionally opens his eyes and his cold eyes sweep over.
The maid in charge of combing her hair shook her hand and almost knocked the hairpin out of place.
"Excuse me, my lord!"
The maid turned pale with fright and was about to kneel down with a plop.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly.
I just wanted to reach out and help him.
But Wei Qing held down his shoulders.
"She doesn't eat people, so what are you afraid of?"
"..."
Time passes bit by bit.
The sky outside the window turned completely dark.
The candles in the room were lit one by one, illuminating this small area as bright as day.
Finally.
"Okay!"
With Wei Qing let out a long sigh of relief.
The maids around also stopped what they were doing.
But no one spoke.
Jiang Yuechu is a little uncomfortable with this kind of silence.
She slowly opened her eyes.
As far as the eye can see.
All the maids, who were accustomed to seeing the world, now had their mouths slightly open and their eyes straight.
"What?"
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly, "Screwed up?"
Said.
She turned her head and looked at the bronze mirror beside her.
The figure in the mirror also turned his head.
That moment.
Jiang Yuechu himself was stunned for a moment.
The girl in the mirror is wearing a lavender Sichuan brocade fairy skirt with many layers.
But it doesn't look bloated, and instead makes the figure that was originally wrapped in powerful clothing become more slender and slim.
In the past, her black hair, which was always tied up casually, was now pulled into an extremely complicated and delicate flowing bun.
A few strands of broken hair hang down by the ears, making her look even more lazy.
A red gold embroidered ruby step is inserted diagonally in the hair, trembling slightly with the movement, Streak of Light is overflowing with color.
Of course.
What makes people unable to take their eyes away the most is that face.
She was originally born in a very good condition, but she always had a cold face and her frightening evil aura. People often ignored her appearance and only dared to stay away from her.
But now.
Just the right amount of light makeup neutralizes the too sharp edge between the eyebrows, but retains the unique coldness and aloofness.
Jiang Yuechu came back to his senses and turned around to look.
He saw Wei Qing looking at him blankly, with even a suspicious glint at the corner of his mouth.
"Have you seen enough?"
Jiang Yuechu pulled at the collar uncomfortably.
"Monster... this is the real monster!"
Wei Qing murmured subconsciously.
Then he suddenly came back to his senses and slapped his forehead in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuechu wondered.
"I regret it."
Wei Qing looked distressed, "I shouldn't have let you wear this. When we get to the banquet later, the eyes of those stinky men will probably be glued to you. Then won't I become a foil?"
Jiang Yuechu rolled his eyes.
"Then I won't go?"
"Don't!"
Jiang Yuechu sighed.
Anyway, this is the night.
Be patient and it will pass...
Night falls.
Chang'an City West, Chongren Ward.
This is a place where the royal family and relatives live together, and every inch of land is valuable.
On weekdays, there is an atmosphere of wealth and honor.
Today's King Jing's Mansion is even more decorated with lights and colorful decorations, as bright as day.
The huge vermilion mansion door opened.
There was traffic Ma Long in front of the door, and BMW cars blocked the wide long street.
The stewards of the palace, dressed in brocade robes, with smiles on their faces, were welcoming and escorting them off.
"Ministry of Revenue Shangshu Mansion, Young Master Wang arrived--"
Following the call, one by one a graceful talented man or a charming lady came in one after another.
Inside the banquet hall.
Floating Cup Banquet and King Jing also spent a lot of money for this event.
They actually brought living water into the mansion, and dug out a winding canal in the courtyard paved with white marble.
The water in the canal is clear, with exquisite wine glasses floating on it.
The cup flows with the water, and whoever stops in front of it will drink and compose poetry.
If you can't do it, you will have to drink three drinks as a penalty, and you will have to be laughed at by the people around you.
The head of the canal.
A young man dressed in white and holding a folding fan is the most eye-catching.
This man's face is like a crown jewel, but his eyes are a bit arrogant.
It is the great talent who is now famous as Capital, Su Qingzhou.
It is said that this man was literate at the age of three and composed poetry at the age of five. Now, at just a young age, his poem name has spread throughout most of Great Tang.
"Brother Su!"
A young man in a brocade robe raised his glass with a flattering look on his face.
"I heard that Brother Su has made another great work recently? I wonder if you can open our eyes tonight?"
Su Qingzhou shook the folding fan gently, with a smile on his lips, but his tone was a bit reserved.
"I can't say it's a masterpiece, it's just a graffiti inspired by my feelings."
"If you don't dislike it, after three rounds of drinking, Qing Zhou will show his shame."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from around him.
Sitting not far from Su Qingzhou is a girl wearing a goose-yellow skirt.
His features are picturesque and his temperament is gentle.
She is the daughter of the Imperial Academy offering wine, Xue Wan'er.
In this Chang'an City circle of talented women, if she claims to be second, no one would dare to claim to be first.
Xue Wan'er covered his lips and smiled softly, his eyes moving.
"Young Master Su is too modest. Who doesn't know that Young Master Su is very talented? Tonight, Floating Cup Banquet, I'm afraid it will become Young Master Su's one-man show again."
Su Qingzhou Hearing this, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, but his face remained humble.
"Miss Xue is so complimentary. With Miss Xue here, how can Qingzhou dare to focus on beauty?"
The two of them sang together, which immediately attracted everyone around them to join in.
The whole hall was full of flattery.
In the corner.
Next to a mahogany table.
Gu Changge was alone, holding a wine glass in his hand and looking impatient.
As a direct descendant of Capital City Gu Family, his sister who is Right Demon Suppression Envoy should have been the one to attend to such occasions.
But now, my sister is far away in West Jiangnan Circuit, and she is very busy with that Demon Saint thing.
This job naturally fell to him.
"What kind of bullshit talent..."
Gu Changge muttered, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Mr. Gu?"
Someone next to me came over with a wine glass, trying to get close.
"Get lost."
The man's smile froze and he backed away.
I secretly cursed a vulgar martial artist.
But he didn't dare to really offend this young master Gu Family.
Just then.
There was a sudden commotion at the door.
The originally noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet.
All eyes turned to the entrance invariably.
"Duke Wei Mansion, Miss Wei Qing is here--"