Chapter 67: Spring

Although Guiyun Palace has never admitted that it is the leader of Xuandao, Xuandao people still insist on coming to gather for the first place every year to pay tribute. The spring banquet is the day when Xuandao gathers in Guiyun Palace.

It is called Yangchun Banquet, but the actual banquet was in early summer, because Guiyun Palace is relatively busy in spring.

"I heard that you found the Ruyi Langjun on the shore of Pinghu Lake?" In the Chaofeng Hall, two young girls spoke in a low voice while laying brocade cloth on the table and chairs.

Both of them were wearing black and white silk skirts and a vermilion hairpin on their heads. They were He Ling’s subordinates. He Ling was responsible for the rituals, music, singing and dancing of Guiyun Palace, and the spring banquet. He Ling was organized by He Ling.

"Yes," the girl asked, looked shy, "his mouth is sharp and beautiful, his legs are the longest of those men, and he can stand on the lake and dance..."

"Oh, I was sent to Jiangnan to buy it, but I couldn't catch up with this year's spring play." The girl who spoke first said regretfully.

"You are younger than me, don't worry, there are many men in our tribe."

Qingluo stood behind the pillar, listening to the two girls talking, curling her lips disdainfully. What's the beauty of those long-legged male cranes? They are just low-level birds.

She is a member of the Qing tribe, and the Qing tribe is a descendant of the divine bird Qingluan, which is much nobler than these mortal birds. Only the Qing tribe with noble blood deserves the divine bird Phoenix. From childhood to adulthood, her tribe members told her this, and Qingluo also believed so firmly.

He walked out with his chin raised and looked at the two girls chatting freely. Qingluo said in a stern tone: "I asked you to come to the Phoenix Palace, but I'm not here to chat. When has it been? The dance floor in the center of the hall has not been laid yet. How do we practice tonight?"

The two girls with He Ling were stunned by the lesson that was shocked. When Qingluo turned around, they came to their senses, looked at each other and sneered.

"What's the matter? I'm just a leader. Do you really think that I'm the wife of the palace lord?"

"The Qing tribe people have always been more obedient than the top, thinking that they are the divine bird, Qingluan, and they don't look at the number of hairs on their butts. Even the birds can't change. Qingluan, bah!"

The Qing clan is not the pure Qingluan bloodline, but a mixed species of Qingluan and the human race. There is half of the human race's blood in its body, so it cannot be turned into a bird like other birds in Guiyun Palace.

"That day I said I was the two girls who were favored by men, and they were also from the Qing clan?" Chen Ziqi lay in the quilt and heard Dan Yi talk about the races under Guiyun Palace. As he spoke, he talked about the Qing clan.

"Yeah." Danyi pursed her lips, unwilling to talk about this matter.

But Chen Ziqi didn't plan to let him go, and rubbed over and squeezed on a pillow with Dan Yi, "Then is your mother a member of the Qing tribe?"

"My mother, different from them," Dan Yi said this, with a smile in her eyes, "She is a real green phoenix."

The real Qingluan? Chen Ziqi was confused when he heard it, but one thing he could hear was that only when the phoenix was combined with Qingluan could it be reborn. "Oh, then wouldn't I be angry with your two rooms?"

A smiley face suddenly surged in my heart. It would be fine if I had a man, but I was still a birdman! The road was long and the road was long.

"Yes." Dan Yi looked down at Chen Ziqi and responded lightly.

"Tsk tsk, let me see, sleeping with me every day will cause you to feel bad?" Chen Ziqi curled his lips, reached out with a bad attitude, rubbed his hands a few times through the fabric, and the little Fengyuan quickly raised his head.

Dan Yi groaned, grabbed Chen Ziqi's hands, and met the innocent peach blossom eyes, and suddenly felt itchy. She blinked her fingers and turned off the candlelight, pressed the little bastard under her, and said hoarsely: "Don't your chest hurt anymore?"

The scorching breath squirted between the neck, and Chen Ziqi couldn't help but his heart beat faster, and he coughed lightly and said, "It hurts, my internal injuries have not healed, so you can't hit me."

Dan Yi was so amused that she lay down on her side, held the person in her arms, took a deep breath, "I won't hit you."

"Then, let's touch it..." Chen Ziqi said with a timid attitude. He has never done it since the last time the two of them helped each other. The young man who was ecstatic and eccentric in his marrow missed the feeling at that time.

Dan Yi naturally would not refuse this request. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and slowly untied Chen Ziqi's belt.

The tip of his nose faced the tip of his nose exchanged a scorching breath. With the moonlight, Chen Ziqi stared at the thin lips and looked at them carefully. He wanted to taste the taste, but he still tried hard to restrain himself. After touching, it was said that good brothers helped each other. If he kissed him, he couldn't tell it clearly. He couldn't scare the little chicken.

The quilt became hotter and hotter, but neither of them could bear to leave. The scorching heat gradually dissipated, and the rapid breathing became longer.

This guy is really energetic. He has to stay on Danyi's bed every day in the future to kill him to find a chance to have sex. Chen Ziqi closed his eyes in a daze, drilled into Danyi's arms, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

Dan Yi hugged Chen Ziqi, who was covered in sweat, and lay for a while without saying a word. Until the person in his arms made a small snoring sound, he lowered his head, slowly leaned over, and fell a light kiss on the moist lips.

The next day, Chen Ziqi, who was sleeping in darkness, was dug out of the quilt by Linghe and wiped his face with a hot cloth towel.

Sitting up while yawning, Chen Ziqi rubbed his eyes and found that Dan Yi was dressed neatly.

The colorful wide-sleeved robe is clasped with a ruby-inlaid wristband, and a scarlet wide-sleeved gauze coat is covered with a large piece of phoenix feather embroidered with gold thread. In the action, it is like a fire phoenix spreading its wings and flying, which is strange and majestic.

Chen Ziqi wore a sky blue wide-sleeved robe with a moon-white waist seal with mutton fat jade inlaid around her waist to show her identity as the prince.

"Do you go ahead now? I haven't had breakfast yet..." Chen Ziqi was led out by Dan Yi, rubbing her hungry stomach and said dissatisfied.

"It's already noon." Danyi raised her chin and signaled him to see the sky.

Chen Ziqi looked up and saw the sunlight leaking straight from the cracks of the sycamore leaves. It was quite dazzling. It was indeed getting late. I was playing around last night, which made me too tired and slept this morning.

No more words, followed Danyi to pay homage to the Phoenix Palace honestly.

Today, Xuandao gathered together. Chen Ziqi originally didn't want to participate, but Danyi said that to save Chang E, some Xuandao people needed to cooperate. He had to get familiar with it in advance and followed him.

Xuandao is different from the Sword Alliance and Qi Sect. There is no situation where the big sect controls the small sects, and each sect is independent. Therefore, there are so many leaders who come to attend the Spring Festival.

Everyone has different clothes, including men, women, young and old, and is arranged on both sides of the hall.

"Why is there a table next to the palace master's seat?" The head of Wan Gu Sect asked the leader of the Qianpo Sect beside him.

The leader of the Qianpo Sect is a fat old man. He was secretly putting itchy powder on the cushion next to the table. He was startled by the head of the Wan Gu Sect. His hand shook, and the itchy powder fell into his sleeve. He quickly took out the antidote and sprinkled it into his sleeve, and replied casually: "Maybe it is the position of the palace master's wife."

"The palace master is only sixteen years old, where did he come from the palace?

Master's wife?" The head of Wan Gu Sect frowned in dissatisfaction and slapped the leader of Qianpo Sect.

The leader of the leader who was about to put away the antidote had sprinkled too much. The antidote of the itchy powder was the sour and numbing powder that was incompatible with it. After so much, the arm suddenly became numb. He was so angry that he only gritted his teeth, tried to hold back his anger, smiled and raised his hand, patted the head of the Wan Gu Sect on the shoulder, "You don't understand this, you can put it out before you pass the door."

The head of Wan Gu Sect nodded and wanted to raise his hand to touch his chin, but unexpectedly, the arm that had been patted was paralyzed and could not move at all.

There are many such discussions in the palace master’s temple before he arrived.

Dan Yi succeeded to the throne last year, and these sects have come to visit one after another. They dare not be disrespectful to the newly appointed palace master. However, Xuan Dao has never had any rules and speaks much casually.

"Welcome to the Palace Master!" Lan Jiangxue, who was standing on the high platform, bowed gracefully, and the people below stood up one after another. When they saw the people around Danyi clearly, everyone's breathing stopped for a moment.

The position around the palace master was left to a young man he had never met before.

"Which beauty is this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's the Seventh Prince, the Palace Master." The person who knew the goods saw the jade belt around Chen Ziqi's waist and immediately guessed his identity.

So that's it, everyone exhaled and sat down one after another.

Dan Yi leaned on the throne, glanced at everyone in the audience lightly, raised her hand slowly, and then stood up and sat down one after another.

"Today's spring banquet, I won't talk about good wine, but I'll talk about fine wine." Dan Yi picked up the jade cup in front of him and signaled to everyone.

Everyone in the audience immediately raised their glasses to drink together.

After drinking the wine, the drums and music started. Green Luo, wearing a colorful dress, and six slender dancers, descended from the sky and danced gracefully with the sound of silk and bamboo.

Her soft figure and beautiful face are amazing.

Qingluo proudly heard the sect leader's breathing sound, and proudly curled her lips. She is the woman with the strongest bloodline of Qingluan in the Qing clan, so the clan leader gave her the only chance to join He Ling. She is the most qualified woman to become the wife of the palace master!

Waving his sleeves, covering his face with a gauze belt, and looking at the godlike man on the stage with his beautiful eyes.

The man like a god was staring at the plate of chicken wings in front of him, raising his hand, picking up one, and putting it into Chen Ziqi's bowl.

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