Chapter 677 Are All the Bei Cangmei Men Dead?

"Ah-boo!" Little Maodou spat her a bubble of saliva, turned her head, and ignored it.

Liu Yusheng was sluggish.

With a handkerchief to wipe off the drool around Maodou's mouth, Fu Yuzheng continued to persuade, "At this time, the prince should still be on the road, and he hasn't even crossed the border. After entering the country, the Beicang royal family will go to greet him. His safety It is guaranteed. Ordinary people don’t even have the chance to get close. You don’t have to worry too much. Even if you really want to go, wait until the situation there is clearer, and the envoys will go to negotiate. Time, we can’t come back in half a year, let’s wait and see, and then make a decision, how about it?”

Liu Yusheng nodded helplessly, that's all there is to it, she can't sneak there.

The family will worry about her.

In mid-March, the spring sowing of apricot blossoms was completed, and the fields that had been abandoned for more than half a year were replanted with seedlings. Everywhere was green and full of vitality.

After finishing the spring sowing, because the plan to go to Beicang could not be carried out for the time being, Liu Yusheng and Qian Wanjin plunged into the expansion of the winery and chose the new location in the outskirts of Yunzhou City.

At the same time, there is also a new Xinghua Village distillery in Yuzhou and Xuzhou, and the commercial territory is slowly spreading from point to point.

Time passed imperceptibly.

At the end of April, the passenger ship from Nanling arrived at Beicang Wharf, and Beicang Huang led the royal family and all the civil and military officials to welcome them.

Among the children of the royal family, Feng Qingbai saw Duan Ting, and changed his white clothes into court clothes.

Still in a wheelchair.

The two nodded and smiled, and their eyes were faint, as if their friendship was shallow.

"I have received news that the King of Nanling has arrived today, and I will hold a banquet in the palace to welcome the prince and all the envoys, please!" The voice is very loud.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I'll wait for you to be disrespectful." Chaobei saluted hastily, and halfway through, a group of people stepped on the soft sedan chair that the other party came to pick up, and went to the palace.

The folk customs of Beicang are stronger than those of Nanling, and the people here are closer to the Bei nationality, and the clothes of the people are slightly different from those of Nanling.

During the sedan chair ride, Feng Qingbai raised the curtain of the car and took a look at the Kyoto street that had been emptied by the officers and soldiers. Just as he was about to look away, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow hidden among the onlookers out of the corner of his eye.

The gaze is fixed, and the heart of the pupil shrinks.

The marked black cloak covered the head and face. From this position, only a part of the opponent's jaw could be seen. Even so, he was also wearing a mask.

The man raised his head slightly, revealing the eyes covered by the cloak, dark and deep, without emotion.

After looking at each other, the man's figure flashed and disappeared into the crowd.

Feng Qingbai withdrew his gaze, leaned his head against the car wall, and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, they were waiting for him in Beicang.

He looked forward to the day when the other party's mask would be removed, and it wouldn't be too long.

The soft sedan stopped and had reached the gate of the Beicang Imperial Palace. After passing through a long passage in the palace gate, it suddenly became clear.

But I saw clusters of flowers blooming in front of me, and the beautiful palace maids shuttled between the prepared banquets and arranged the banquets.

Bei Canghuang set up the banquet in the imperial garden, and there were musicians playing palace music with Bei Cang style.

"Before my fourteenth son was sent to Nanling, he was taken care of by the king of Nanling. I heard that he stayed at the prince's mansion for one night." After inviting people to be seated, Beicang laughed loudly, "This time the prince came to my Beicang , let him greet the prince on his behalf, and reciprocate courtesy!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Feng Qingbai didn't push back, and nodded in agreement.

Bei froze for a moment, laughed again, clapped his hands and passed the meal, and at the same time the dancer came up.

Because of what he said just now, Duan Ting turned the wheelchair and went directly to Feng Qingbai's table, and poured wine for him personally, "Nanling wine is mellow, while Beicang wine is strong, the prince has a taste, you can get used to it."

"Thank you, Ting Wang Shuzun has condescended." Holding the wine glass, he took a sip without frowning.

"It's really meaningless at all, you just put on a show and let me succeed." Duan Ting was helpless.

"Successful what?"

"If you say this wine is unpalatable and too strong, I can take this opportunity to recommend Nanling Health Wine to my father, and maybe I can even make the wine from Miss Liu's family a tribute. How wonderful it is."

"You think too much."

"You have to think a little more." Duan Ting said lightly by raising his glass.

Feng Qingbai's eyes moved slightly, but his face remained silent.

This is not a place to talk, anyway, Duan Ting once lived in his Nanling Palace, this time, let him live in his old den.

Is it courteous?

We can talk slowly then.

At the banquet, the palace music changed, and the dancers danced lightly. One of them was wearing a red veil, with a veil covering her face, her eyes protruding from the veil, charming and charming.

With the dancing movements, she gradually approached Feng Qingbai and Duan Ting's seat, her every move was extremely soft and charming, while turning and moving, her eyes were always looking at Feng Qingbai.

"Tch." Duan Ting sneered almost inaudibly, "It's really good enough, you're here to seduce people."

Feng Qingbai raised his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance.

"Well, it's hooking you, didn't you see it? Can you concentrate? If not, go ahead."

As soon as the words fell, the court clothes were wet and cold.

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." He straightened the tilted wine glass as if nothing had happened, and put it back on the table.

Smelling the strong aroma of wine from his clothes, and feeling the sticky and damp coldness, the corners of Duan Ting's mouth twitched, "I was just joking, are you so serious?"

"I'm just slipping, are you serious?"

"..."

Duan Tingshi felt that it was not wise to provoke Feng Qingbai at this time.

But, he just likes to recruit, what should we do?

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Look at those shy and timid beauties behind the flowers. They are all from my father's seed, and none of them are simple. Your appearance is too good. When you are in the palace, you seldom show up in front of them. Huang, when you go out, if you encounter some beauties who surprise your horse, accidentally fall down, accidentally drop your handkerchief, etc., please don't pay attention... otherwise, you will be sorry for Miss Liu."

Feng Qingbai felt that Duan Ting was sick.

"All of you Bei Cangmei men are dead?"

"..."

When Duan Ting was considering whether to kill Feng Qingbai or Feng Qingbai, the beauty dancing in front of the table leaned over, and the veil slowly fell on her face, revealing a charming face.

white blind.

From beginning to end, Qingbai didn't even look at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Sister Seventeen, hurry up and get down after dancing, be careful not to catch cold with the little clothes on your body." Duan Ting kindly reminded Chaomeier with a smile.

It's a pity that the beauty turned a deaf ear, and turned to Bei Cang, who was sitting at the head, said, "It is rumored that the King of Nanling is a beautiful man and a gentleman, but he has always only heard his name but never seen him. Today, I was lucky enough to see him, and I realized that the prince is better than him." The rumors are even worse, father and son have always admired the King of Nanling, that's why they have the courage to perform a dance, I wonder if we can have another toast?"

Beicang Huang and even the officials present at Beicang seem to be accustomed to such bold words and deeds of the royal princess, "Yes!"

Goblins, I miscalculated, I still owe three chapters, a total of 25 chapters. I am desperate.

I have been sitting in front of the computer all day, crying. There is only one chapter in the early morning, so don't wait. Wake up and watch.

I'm going to take a shower and wake up. It takes three hours to produce a chapter, and after sitting for more than ten hours, my butt hurts~