Beloved Princess Wants Reform

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that we should communicate with others and attach importance to honesty. Many Pipa masters always have a good reputation behind the scenes.

From the secret affairs of that day, we can see that Lu Zhaohe had many secret lines in the capital. She ran out of the palace so many times that she would not have attracted the attention of the other side. Only after Linquan temple, Lu Zhaohe will not wait to die. If he is asked to make an in-depth investigation, he might as well have a showdown.

Linglong Pavilion and Penglai Island are not so deep yet. For one thing, Youyun sixteen prefectures are far away from the capital, and it is rumored that the leader of the pavilion has always been away from Luo. Although there are traces of Linglong Pavilion in yunmengzhai, at the right time, Yuwen Lingxi will reveal that she has a little intersection with another identity. It's not unusual for officials and businessmen to get along with each other. Lu Zhaohe will surely think that she is just looking for an umbrella.

Yuwen Lingxi thought about it for a long time, and saw that Chang'an Street on the other side was bustling with people and traffic. Lu Zhaohe is sitting in a teahouse, listening to a book with Qin Feng. He takes a sip of Maofeng of Huangshan Mountain. The long aroma suddenly reminds him of Yuwen Lingxi in the prime minister's mansion that day.

The woman's rebellious face is full of cold, although he did not appear, but in the corner can also be regarded as true. Punishing domestic slaves is just a matter of making use of an excuse. In the end, it's just missing my dead mother. Lu Zhaohe's heart moves. He turns around and orders the boy to go to the counter to find the shopkeeper's bag and take two Jin of tea back to the house.

Recently, because of the gunpowder incident, he often got up before daybreak, and went back at night when the moon was bright and the stars were dim. After a round of getting along, Lu Zhaohe doesn't hate Yuwen Lingxi either. Occasionally, he feels that she is also an interesting person.

For example, the last time he went to jiyueju for dinner on the 15th, Yuwen Lingxi's attitude was light, polite and alienated, which was quite different from that in the prime minister's residence. Lu Zhaohe sat for a while and felt a little bored, so he came out.

He took a sip of tea and looked out into the sky. Now that the sun is in the middle, it's almost noon. Lu Zhaohe got up to say goodbye to Qin Feng and was about to go out.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, the man sitting opposite said, "why, do you want to deal with something important today?"

Lu Zhaohe's eyes were dim, and he said in a deep voice: "there have been too many things in the court recently, and the situation is surging in the capital. I have to go and have a good look."

Qin Feng knew that he always had a way of doing things. It was boring to sit here alone, so he had to go out of the street with him. Lu Zhaohe nodded. After all, every time they met, the carriage of the prince's mansion was really luxurious. People always looked at him when driving on the road, so he often stopped his car at the corner of the street and took the carriage of the Qin family instead.

After Qin Feng sent him to his destination, he opened the curtain and looked at it. He was surprised and said, "have you changed your mind? How can you even go shopping now?"

Lu Zhaohe raised his eyes and looked at his friend, with three points of helplessness in his tone: "it's hard to disobey his fate to make an appointment with someone here today."

"You have the guts." Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "if someone recognizes you, then go to the little princess in your house and add a copy. If you go back, there will be some trouble."

Lu Zhaohe laughed, then said a few words to him and stepped in.

According to the position Yuwen Lingxi said, Lu Zhaohe was led to a stand to sit. Although Fengqi building is a flower building, it is quite different from many buildings outside. The hall here is built by a stage, and now it is lit with "Wu Song Da Hu".

Lu Zhaohe narrowed his eyes, secretly thinking about what idea Yuwen Lingxi was playing. Just as he was thinking about it, the music on the stage suddenly began to rush. He took the tea soup that had just been presented by his servant and took a sip on his lips. He saw that jiao'er, who played Wu Song, had already begun to fight the fierce tiger and continued to play according to the script.

Lu Zhaohe once heard the play in the Ming Qin hall in central Beijing, but there was nothing to show off, but the last scene was impressive. The tiger was finally killed by Wu Song. Before his death, his huge body fell to the ground, causing the audience's warm applause.

Everyone likes to see such scenes where one person performs meritorious deeds and punishes evils. All troupes have grasped this kind of psychology. In recent years, the playbooks have some new ideas.

Lu Zhaohe is looking at the hair stuffy, the heart of the people how not to appear, saw Shen Bi veiled on a plate of lotus root powder sweet scented osmanthus candy cake up, she side of the head, smile and said: "Madam said, please see the play, later will personally invite you to Yajian to talk about."

He answered with indifference, and saw that Shen bi was wearing a long off shoulder skirt with a long fragrance. Lu Zhaohe turned his eyes unnaturally and returned his mind to the grandstand.

Shen Bi retreated with a smile, but a quarter of an hour later, the stage had already played the last act. As usual, it was Wu Song who beat the tiger to death and dragged it down the mountain.

In Fengqi building, the situation seems to change slightly. Although the clown on the stage had killed the tiger, he pulled out a dagger from his waist without warning. He carefully cut off the neck of the tiger, pretended to do a blood sucking action, and then used the knife again and again to the tiger. The things on that stage were originally made of a mass of cotton. After Wu Song had solved everything, he left a piece of corpse and carried the stick away.The troupe stopped the music, and everyone went up to give a salute. It was a curtain call.

Lu Zhaohe leans on the couch of the elegant seat with his lips slightly hooked. The play is really very interesting.

At this time, Shen Bi's figure suddenly appeared on the stage. She bowed to the people in the stands, and said with a smile: "Fengqi building has been open for half a year. In order to thank you for your presence, madam specially made several wooden signboards to order the little women to choose one person to go upstairs to have a clean repair."

Words fall, see many men all scramble to take the bucket of the sign on the corner of the table to shake up. Lu Zhaohe looks light, now needless to say, he knows that the so-called lucky man is himself.

Although he has been investigating this woman named Li Xihe recently, he has always broken the clue at the critical moment. It's just that Lu Zhaohe didn't think about it. Today, she came to the door by herself.

He subconsciously reached out and took a bamboo stick from the corner of the table, turned it to the back, and there was a red mark on it. Lu Zhaohe frowned slightly. He only heard that Shen bi was smiling in the direction of his elegant seat. "Young master, please."