Four Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Feast No Good Feast One
People in Ningzhou city gossip all day long, and for this reason, two storytellers are also popular.
Who made the Dali country rich in products and leisurely and literate in folk customs?
This kind of background is beyond the imagination of the barbarian state.
No matter how much polycrystalline Tianyu Kingdom mines, they will eventually have to make wedding dresses for those hidden sects. How much can they get?
Can spar ore be eaten or worn?
If you have money, you can't spend it, your heart is full, and you are talking about Tianyu Kingdom.
And the people of the Dali country have nothing to do when they are full, and how boring are they if they don't have some entertainment?
Storytellers, opera performers, and especially those who are related to the princes and nobles of our Dali Kingdom, are truly stunning.
Especially that "Bao Qingtian", which was played today is to behead the prince. Bao Qingtian said, "The emperor breaks the law and shares the same crime with the common people."
This concept is fashionable and powerful.
It was something that the people of the Dali Kingdom, even ordinary spiritualists, dared not imagine.
I was uttered by someone today, and I suddenly felt stunned.
Yes, Bao Qingtian can behead the prince for the common people, our Dali national style is elegant, and we can also claim this right!
If our own prince is not beheaded, then shall we behead the prince of Tianyu Kingdom?
reason?
Didn't the last book say that she defiled the Ninth Princess of our Dali Kingdom? Is this justified?
The princesses of our Dali Kingdom are not just playing casually. After playing, do you want to marry back and be a concubine? Want to be beautiful? Might as well cut it off.
The poor brothers Yuwen Xilie and Yuwen Ximing originally wanted to go to the Royal Academy to do things, but they found that they were trapped in the post house, unable to move an inch.
Fortunately, they still have the support of Nangong Chu behind them.
The invitation letter from Nangong Chu was delivered at the right time, inviting nobles from various families in the Dali Kingdom to attend the birthday of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The location is in the royal back garden.
Such a grand event, to put it bluntly, is another blind date feast.
Both men and women of the right age will participate, so there will always be so many pairs of eyes.
Anyway, every time this kind of thing happens, the unmarried young men and women of the Dali country, even the servants and maids, are all dressed up.
On Feng Xingying's table, there is also such an invitation.
To go, or not to go?
Before Feng Xingying could think about it, she saw Nangong Zhuo wearing an extravagant and heroic figure in front of her:
"Sister, I'm here to pick you up."
"Zhuo'er is so handsome, is it spring?" Feng Xingying teased.
"Where is it?" Being teased by Feng Xingying, Nangong Zhuo's face, which had not yet fully grown, had a blush that was really cute.
Feng Xingying couldn't help but reached out and pinched Nangong Zhuo's little face:
"Hahaha. Brother Zhuo is still shy."
As soon as she squeezed, Nangong Zhuo's face turned even redder, until the base of his ears, awkwardly avoiding Feng Xingying's claws.
Looking at Nangong Zhuo, who was dressed in full clothes, Feng Xingying suddenly had an inspiration:
"Okay, I'll go with you. Yunxiang, Eleven, you two accompany me."
I haven't seen the cold king Qin Molin in the past few days, and Feng Xingying felt a little uneasy in his heart.
What happened that day, calm down, Feng Xingying knew that she was also at fault, but she was too straight-tempered and would not be euphemistic. Qin Molin is the same.
The consequence of the communication between the two iron rods is that they hurt each other.
But they are clearly thinking of each other and for the good of each other.
Feng Xingying also wanted to find an opportunity to openly talk to Qin Molin again, but unfortunately, the stingy Prince Leng seems to have forgotten her.
Since he didn't come to her, Feng Xingying also became stubborn.
These two people, really, are on each other's backs.