After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 81

The officials at the birthday banquet understood it.

This little princess is not 'abandoned' at all like it was said before.

On the contrary, she was very pampered, pampering could no longer describe what Jing Yu did to Jing Xu, the word pampering was even more appropriate.

In addition, when the name of the true sage was also spread, the Su family's limelight overshadowed the prince teacher Yang Taishi, and the prime minister Zhao, the elder of the three dynasties.

Jing Xu was able to sit still at first, but after listening to them present gifts and congratulatory messages one by one, she really felt a little drowsy.

Especially the summer sun is venomous, and there was no air conditioner in ancient times, not only that, there was not even a fan.

As the emperor, he was surrounded by ice, but this cooling was not as hot as the scorching sun and the crowd gathering together.

After finally finishing the morning banquet, Jing Xu was exhausted when he returned to the dormitory, and fell asleep directly.

Her hand was stuck under the pillow, it was the golden lock that his father had given her by himself.

The icy cold touch made her feel much better.

This sleep lasted until five o'clock in the afternoon. When I woke up, although the sky was still poisonous, it was not as difficult as the noon headache.

Siwen watched her get up and looked down at her getting dressed.

"Princess, Your Majesty has an order. If you feel tired, you can rest in the bedroom and you don't have to attend the rest of the banquet."

"okay."

Jing Xu really didn't want to go anymore, she was too tired.

Tired to collapse.

When the sun was setting, Jing Xu sat in the yard watching the sunset, surrounded by servants fanning the wind to keep out mosquitoes.

Jing Xu was bored lying on the chair and lost in thought.

"Greetings... Greetings, Lord Spirit Master!" It was unknown who the servant girl saluted tremblingly, which brought Jing Xu back to his senses and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw Xuan Shuo, who was dressed in a black robe and looked like a teenager, striding forward, keeping his eyes on her.

Siwen frowned, and shouted in a respectful tone: "My lord, Master Spiritualist."

"I don't know why the adults are here?"

Only then did Xuan Shuo shift his gaze from Jing Xu to Si Wen, and nodded, "It's the princess' birthday."

"I will take the princess to the altar."

Siwen looked up at Xuanshuo in surprise, even though she had countless questions in her mind, she didn't dare to ask a single one.

Jing Xu could only nod and look aside: "Princess, do you want to change?"

Now Jing Xu is dressed in casual clothes, and his hair is simply tied up.

"Ah, no need." Jing Xu felt that there was no need to change clothes when facing Xuan Shuo.

Xuan Shuo stepped forward and immediately picked him up, jumped up, and his back gradually disappeared into the princess palace.

"Xuan Shuo, what are you taking me to the altar for?" Jing Xu asked softly, smelling the pleasant fragrance of plum blossoms on his body.

It was this question that shattered his melancholy for the past few days, his heart was touched, and there was gentleness and tenderness between his brows and eyes.

"Take you out of the palace, do you want to see the fireworks outside?" Xuan Shuo's voice reached her ears along the chest.

"Wow! Going out of the palace! Good! I've never been out of the palace before!" Jing Xu excitedly grabbed his lapel.

"Xuan Shuo, do you have something to ask me for your sudden courtship?" Jing Xu said with a smirk.

Xuan Shuo laughed out loud: "Yes yes yes, I have something to ask you, please be happy today and laugh louder."

Jing Xu's smirk slowly faded away, she always felt that Xuan Shuo was really weird.

"Then do you owe me? Why do you always look guilty?" Jing Xu murmured, always feeling that Xuan Shuo was a mess.

Xuan Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly, not sure if he was laughing at himself, but he heard a trace of a smile that didn't look like a smile in the whistling wind.

Outside the palace is the busiest night market street, which stretches for ten miles and is brightly lit.

Jing Xu was held in Xuan Shuo's arms all the time, standing at the end of the market stretching at the gate of the palace, looking at the endless bustling street scene, her eyes flashed with unconcealable excitement.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Two exclamations in succession, expressing one's amazement,

"I know you like excitement, especially the excitement in this world can always make you linger."

"Just have fun now, and you won't always be greedy in the future."

Xuan Shuo looked at these places where the miscellaneous qi of mortals gathered, and his eyes were full of complexity. He still couldn't figure out what's so good here.

The miasma, smoke and dust, birth, old age, sickness and death, and even the most vicious mortal heart.

What is worth in a world with a false surface and a rotten heart?

"You know me quite well. The world is bustling with people, but the fireworks in the world are the most captivating." Jing Xu's face was full of smiles.

"Fan cage is not a good word." Xuan Shuo argued on the side.

"So what." Jing Xu's face was indifferent, good or bad, as long as she likes and is willing, it doesn't matter if she is smashed to pieces.

Why should she regret it, she never regretted it.

Forget it, I want to hold you all the time, or hold you.

Jing Xu made a very firm choice: "I want to run by myself."

A moment of speechlessness flashed across Xuan Shuo's eyes, but he still put her on the ground, neither holding her nor hugging her, just following behind her.

Watching her, following him.

It seems that in this bustling street market and crowds of lights, his eyes can only accommodate the small figure from the back.

Jing Xu saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stood on tiptoe excitedly: "Shopkeeper, how do you sell this piece?"

"Oh, this one, three yuan a penny." The shopkeeper smiled kindly and eagerly.

"I want three yuan!" Jing Xu pointed excitedly, and then he touched his pocket only to find that he didn't have anything.

She was about to turn around to borrow some money from Xuan Shuo in embarrassment, when she saw that Xuan Shuo had handed the money to the shopkeeper, he took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the shopkeeper, took out a piece and handed it to her.

"There are a lot of delicious food, just taste it, don't eat too much, you won't be able to eat the rest." Xuan Shuo patiently said on the side.

Jing Xu nodded his promise, but swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in one gulp.

Soft and sweet, bolder than the materials used in the palace, with a richer taste, it is really delicious.

Jing Xu couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, the delicious food in the world depends on the world, and the masters will never stick to the palace walls."

Xuan Shuo didn't respond to her words, but just followed her silently, whatever she bought, he would pay for it, willing to be a servant and a purse.

After eating and drinking enough, Jing Xu realized that he had only visited a half of the market.

"Ah, there is a bridge ahead, Xuan Shuo, let's go and rest on the bridge for a while." The bridge happened to be high, and the sight couldn't be blocked, so he could look further afield.

Naturally, Xuan Shuo would not have any opinion, the two walked against the crowd and stood on the bridge.

Looking at the lanterns in the river under the bridge, Jing Xu's eyes were full of excitement.

"Sister Yue'er, slow down." A girl ran from the other side of the bridge, followed by a servant, and a boy who was older than him was chasing her.

Jing Xu stayed where he was, but he didn't expect to see the original heroine, Yang Yue here.

(End of this chapter)