The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 173
The palace banquet in the palace was not delayed by the death of a fourth-rank courtier.

In the afternoon, Tang Xifang rested for an hour before being pulled up by Baozhen to dress up.

Every time I attend a palace banquet, the most cumbersome part is the attire. There are all kinds of attention to the dress code, clothes color, hair accessories, and so on.

Tang Xi didn't understand this, so he sat at the table and let a few little maids toss about.

The light yellow palace dress she chose has been ironed and hung high on the hanger. The little maids specially combed her hair into a matching bun and inserted various pearl hairpins just for this dress. , and then Baozhen painted the flowers, and a perfect and error-free palace banquet dress was completed.

Because Sun Wanrong was pregnant, it was already inconvenient to attend the palace banquet, not to mention Tang Min and Tang Shu, so she was the only female family member of the Earl of Xianchang's residence.

Today's palace city is extremely lively. All kinds of luxurious carriages are parked outside the gate of the palace. Aristocrats, high-ranking officials and dignitaries come down from the carriages with their beautifully dressed family members. beyond reach.

From the death of the first emperor to the ensuing encroachment of the dog army into Beijing to burn, kill and loot, for nearly three months, the imperial city has been shrouded in an indescribably oppressive atmosphere.

Today's palace banquet is to dispel this atmosphere, and also to relax the tense officials who have been busy for three months.

As the sky gradually darkened, the entire imperial palace was brightly lit, especially the Daming Palace. There were staggered toasts, pipa sounds, zither sounds lingering on the beams, dancers waving their water sleeves, their waists were soft, and there was endless laughter in the hall. This is nothing but peace and prosperity.

This was a long-lost palace banquet, and it was also the most common state in the Dayu Palace when the late emperor was alive.

Sitting on the seat behind Tang Xianchang, Tang Xi was dressed in a palace dress of warm yellow color and dark flowers and cloud brocade, outlining a beautiful figure, with a perfect head and crescent eyebrows, teeth like braided shells, and a dignified demeanor. graceful.

From time to time, a young young master cast his gaze over him, so surprised that he couldn't move his eyes away.

Sure enough, she was a beauty raised in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. She was gentle and agile, and her face seemed to be able to flow water with just a pinch. No woman in the capital could compare.

Tang Xi could feel their gaze and didn't care. She had been the third lady of the Earl's House of Xianchang for two years, and she was used to such gazes. It was very elegant.

These etiquettes were all learned before she came to Earl Xianchang's mansion. Ren Sang found her an old nanny who taught etiquette in the palace, and she studied them day and night for a whole month. It took her a lot of energy, and a whole set of cumbersome etiquette is even more difficult than training in the underground palace.

Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off, she learned well, as long as she wanted to pretend to be a lady, no one would be able to find her flaws.

Jian Chijin sat in the first place on the right hand side of the emperor, opposite him was Yu Min, and then the seat of Earl Xianchang's mansion.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he could see Tang Xi, who was pretending to be decent, holding silver chopsticks, eating fish in small mouthfuls.

And who would have thought that such a delicate and weak Miss Tang San, disguised as a man last night, held a dagger in the Zuihualou to stir up people's thighs.

Thinking that he was the only person present who had seen her baring her teeth and claws, Jian Chijin felt indescribably happy.

(End of this chapter)