Chapter 274

Chapter 274

There are twelve kings in the Liu Kingdom, and they have their palaces outside the imperial city.

King Feng will regularly arrange for a prince to live there... In fact, it is equivalent to the meaning of proton.

These princes and princesses played with the princes and princesses since they were young. In fact, they were more fond of the princes and princesses, so the client had an illusion that these people were "good" people.

From a distance, Long Yuan hurried over with an anxious and concerned expression on his face, his eyes fell on Qingu's right cheek, and a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

Even though he had heard about what happened in the palace two days before coming here... In fact, he was still a little worried at first: Since it is something the emperor has already decided, can she, a princess, change it?

Unexpectedly, in the next two days, there was no imperial decree for him to go out.

Long Yuan also heard others say that Princess Ruoxi's face was disfigured, it was a long cut made by her hairpin when she was blackmailing her father and queen mother, it was very ferocious.

He was already mentally prepared, but he didn't expect to see the scar so eye-catching and shocking.

The whole scar stretches from above the right eyebrow, across the eyes, across the cheeks, and all the way to the back of the ear.

Appearing purple, the distorted strips of flesh pulled and twisted the surrounding skin, making the entire face look distorted.

The disgust and resistance on Long Yuan's face were instantly suppressed, and then he said extremely nervously: "Xi'er, I heard that you fell down, how are you doing now? Are you all right?"

There was such a commotion on the day the client died that the whole imperial city was in a commotion. It has been three days since the incident, and he just came now and asked such innocuous words.

What is "it's all right", can't he see the wound on his face?

What a hypocrisy.

Qingu hurriedly covered his right face, with mist in his eyes, and said timidly:

"Brother Long Yuan, I... the imperial doctor said that my face might... never recover in my lifetime, you...do you still like Xi'er?"

Long Yuan paused, then quickly responded with a stiff smile: "I like it, no matter what Xi'er becomes, I, I... will like it."

After finishing speaking, he remembered the purpose of coming this time, and said: "Oh, by the way, Xi'er, tomorrow is the Flower God Festival, which happens to be held at my house this year, and Minqing happens to be in the imperial city, so I want to come to participate, so you can come too .”

Qingu's eyes burst into joy at the right time, because the client liked this kind of celebration very much, and she was always indispensable in any celebration banquet.

However, she immediately suppressed this joy and said with a trace of sadness, "But, but I look like this... can I go?"

Long Yuan smiled awkwardly and replied: "Yes, of course, you are a princess, who dares to say anything?! If they dare to speak nonsense, I will cut their tongues!"

Qingu nodded hurriedly: "Yeah, it's brother Long Yuan who treats Xi'er the best."

In fact, Qingu also really wanted to see the relationship between these kings, but only sorted out the memory of the client, which contained too much subjective consciousness of the client, or what she wrote down was what she wanted to see and remember.

The next day, when Qingu brought a few maids to King Zhenxi's other courtyard outside the imperial city, the rest of the people were basically there.

Almost half of the heirs of the king and princesses gathered here.

Apart from Long Yuan, who came to welcome Qingu, there were also three handsome men who stood out among the crowd of princes.

On Longyuan's left is Minqing, the second son of King Weiyuan, and Zhang Ping, the third son of King Shubian, and on the right is the client's elder brother Zhenfeng.

If the Liu Kingdom survives, the next emperor will be Zhenfeng, because the Emperor Yuhu of the Liu Kingdom only married a woman, Empress Qi Zhen.

And Qi Zhen only gave birth to a son and a daughter, Yu Zhenfeng and Yu Ruoxi.

Zhenfeng had a lot of fun with these princes, he rode horses to hunt all day long or held banquets and various entertainment competitions.

Their relationship is very good... It should be described as "iron".

In fact, the reason why the client was able to play with these dudes was very important because of Zhenfeng. After all, as a princess, she still liked some games played by her daughter's family, and she didn't like hunting cockfights and other games very much.

So much so that now Zhenfeng didn't have the heart to learn to govern the government at all, and stayed with these people all day, which made Yuhu very worried, how could he trust the country in the hands of his son in the future.

Qingu watched these people surround herself and Zhenfeng saying compliments, deliberately ignoring the hideous scar on Qingu's face, and saying things that were completely against her will.

She suddenly had an illusion, an illusion of empathy with the client: as if she was really so popular, as if she was really the center of all of them...

However, Qingu's perception is sharper than that of ordinary people. Seeing disgust and contempt in the eyes of these people, he turned his back and couldn't wait to show a look of contempt, and let out a disgusted mutter.

Therefore, what these people are flattering is her "princess" aura.

Judging from the current situation, this crumbling country will soon be torn apart. At that time, her aura will disappear, and it will even become the source of her nightmares.

Qingu carefully observed the people at the banquet.

In the past, when the client attended the banquet, she was surrounded by these princes and nobles, and she didn't bother to look at other people because of her haughty personality.

But Qingu is different. She needs to collect more information, which is very important for her to judge the relationship between these kings in the future and how to choose between them.

The so-called Flower God Sacrifice is very simple. It is to enjoy the flowers first in the huge courtyard with hundreds of flowers, and then, under the arrangement of the host, say something appropriate to the occasion, and then let the most respected person here spill the wine on the ground. Even if the sacrifice is completed.

In previous years, it was the client who spilled the wine, and this time was no exception.

According to the client's memory, Qingu poured the first glass of wine on the flower stand according to the voice of the master of ceremonies next to him.

Everyone followed her actions and also spilled the first glass of wine on the ground.

Next, the second glass of wine needs to be drained in one gulp.

Qingu naturally picked up the refilled wine glass next to her, but when she just brought the glass to her lips, she felt that this glass of wine was a bit inappropriate.

The mellow wine aroma is mixed with a trace of imperceptible breath.

There is something wrong with this wine! Someone is going to kill her!

The same wine glass, the same jug of wine, the same person pouring wine... What a clever way!

In a flash of thought, Qingu came to this conclusion.

Qingu frowned slightly, then put down the wine glass unobtrusively, and said to everyone: "The imperial doctor said that the wound on my face is deep, and it hasn't fully healed yet. Avoid spicy food. Let the wine pourer Waitress, drink it for me."