Yuwen Huaji looked at Langling Wang with a gentle and kind expression, stroking his long beard, with an air of certainty that he would agree.

  The King of Lanling thought for a moment and then bowed his hands, saying: "This is an important matter. Let me think about it for a few days, how about that?"

  Yuwen Hu smiled and gazed deeply at the King of Lanling, saying: "Of course." He raised his wine cup again and chatted with several other Qi envoys before returning to his seat.

  Yuwen Yue, on the other hand, stood to one side, constantly stealing glances at Langling Wang, looking like she couldn't bear to leave.

  The King of Lanling lowered his eyes and saw that there were fewer people surrounding him. He slightly leaned back and solemnly called out, "Zhang Shi Aqi?"

  "Yes."

  Zhang Yi's voice was soft and delicate, like a cat's meow. Amidst the sweltering grand hall, it was surprisingly refreshing to listen to.

  The King of Lanling ordered: "Come over."

  This time Zhang Qi wasn't so obedient. She carefully looked at Yuwen Yue, who was still not far away with a fierce gaze, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing here?"

  It's turned into a counter-question instead.

  The King of Lanling raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice: "Of course, come sit on my lap!"

  "Why?" Zhang Qi's three words came back particularly quickly, seemingly a bit annoyed, she muttered: "There isn't even Mei Ji coming, do you still want to hold up the arrow shield?"

  A crisp and soft voice, really makes one feel comfortable. The King of Lanling lowered his head and said in a deep and majestic tone: "You are cool as jade, it's very comfortable to hold you. Come here!"

  Is this the reason? Is it necessary to say things in such a stern tone for this kind of reason?

  Zhang Qi cried and laughed at the same time, she muttered: "I don't want to..." in a soft voice.

  "Are you not coming?" His voice became even more low and stern.

  "...I don't think so." Became even softer.

  "Is it?" This time, it's not just dignity, but with a hint of indifference.

  Zhang Qi pouted, slowly getting up from the couch. She walked to a dimly lit area with her head down, and continued walking until she reached his knees. With her forehead against her chest, her voice trembled with tears, "Still so fierce..." It was clearly him who made unreasonable demands. Not allowing anyone to refuse, yet still being so fierce!

  The King of Lanling's mouth twitched slightly as he saw her dawdling. With a swift tug on his sleeve, he pulled her back into his arms once again.

  He wrapped his arms around Zhang Qi tightly, just like he did earlier, and she felt as soft as a cat fox.

  Zhang Qi finally felt a little comfortable. But then she had to go back to feeling suffocated. She couldn't help but twist and turn, saying discontentedly: "Don't hold me so tightly..."

  The King of Lanling continued to hold her tightly, placing her on his lap, and when Zhang Gui thought he wouldn't respond, he said calmly and majestically: "Holding you like this is even cooler." Like a piece of jade, the cool air was more refreshing when held tighter.

  Zhang Qi pouted for a while, finally unwilling to give in. She huffed and puffed a few times, then quietly snuggled into his arms.

  A few meters away, Yuwen Yue was not standing alone. At some point, another noblewoman from the Zhou dynasty, who had been summoned to her side, leaned over and whispered: "It sounds really good."

  "What?" Yuwen Yue asked, coming back to her senses.

  The noble lady quietly turned towards the direction of Langling Wang and whispered: "Today, I finally understand what it means to be a perfect match... Their conversation is truly pleasant to listen to." Although not a single word could be heard, their harmonious tone, with one singing and the other responding, was like the harmony of zither and se, or the chirping of birds in an empty mountain, truly delightful.

  No wonder people all say that Langya Duke's sound and appearance are both beautiful.

  If she thinks so, there must be more than one or two. Now that it's so quiet around us, everyone else must also be listening.

  She didn't notice Yuwen Yue's change in expression.

  She bit her lip again, and Yuwen Yue reluctantly stared at Lang Ling Wang for a while, thinking that he still hadn't given an answer, thinking that there was still a chance to be together, so she bit her lip and walked back to her own desk.

  Zhang Qiuwo was in Langling Wang's arms, and at this time she thought to herself: Don't look at him being so majestic, always putting on an expressionless face, but his behavior is actually quite childish. He actually wants to hold himself because of such a ridiculous reason, and he won't let go, even threatening...

  Thinking of his threat, Zhang Qi felt inexplicably wronged. She buried her face in his arms and wrinkled her nose.

  Shrink it, he didn't care.

  Come again.

  He still didn't respond.

  Come again, come again...

  The King of Lanling finally lowered his head.

  He stared at Zhang Qi, saying in a low and stern tone: "Cold? I'll warm your bed for you tonight."

  Is he giving her a warm quilt? And still issuing orders with such severity?

  Zhang Qi was startled and trembled slightly, she hastily accompanied with a smile: "Not cold, not cold, it's fine, it's fine."

  The King of Lanling's mouth twitched and he raised his head.

  At this time, Zhang Qi felt his arm stiffen slightly.

  Zhang Qi looked up.

  Not far away, a group of people came together, and in the midst of the bright lights filling the hall, they exuded an air of nobility with every gesture, turning out to be Xiao Mo and several young masters from the Zhou clan.

  It is said that it takes a hundred years to cultivate one's spirit and a thousand years to cultivate one's nobility. In Zhou, the air is noble and elegant, with an atmosphere of refinement and self-cultivation, not among those imperial princes, but only among these aristocratic families.

  They came from the direction of Langling Wang's place.

  The arrival of these elegant and noble young masters is indeed a delightful sight. For a moment, they attracted the attention of almost everyone in the hall.

  They came before King Langling.

  As several young men stood up, for a moment, everyone felt that the hall was greatly brightened, and it seemed that this magnificent and spacious great hall also appeared simple and narrow because of these young men and Langya Wang.

  Xiao Mo took another step forward.

  He smiled, gazing at the King of Lanling with a charming expression. He swirled the wine cup in his hand and said in a low tone: "Although we met halfway, I've never had a good conversation with Your Highness. Now that the wine is fragrant and there's a beauty by our side, I'd like to offer a toast to the King of Lanling!"

  He elegantly swirled the wine in his hand and then tilted his head back and drained it.

  Due to his noble demeanor, every move he makes is elegant and refined.

  The King of Lanling glanced at him, picked up the wine on the table, didn't say a word, and followed with one drink to finish.

  "The county king is refreshing."

  After liking this sentence, Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Zhang Qi.

  Against the tightly attached Lanling King's chest, Zhang Yi's posture alone made people love and admire him, making their blood boil with excitement. Xiao Mo's eyes dimmed slightly.

  He had been with her for so long, yet he had never held her like this before...

  Lu Jun, on the other side, saw Xiao Mo's demeanor and stepped forward: For people like them from noble families, what they have cultivated all their lives is nothing but elegance. No matter when, even if they are faced with knives and axes, or drowning in water and burning in fire, or even if their life is in danger, this elegance, this majestic bearing, must not be lost.

  Xiao Mo is the legitimate son of the noble Langya Xiao clan. Although he has not yet gone astray, judging from his appearance, it's likely that he will easily lose control.

  Lu Jun blocked the way in front of Xiao Mo, he glanced at Zhang Qi and then turned to Lang Ling Wang, pointing at Xiao Mo with a smile: "As it turns out, you two still have some connections. This is the King of Langling County, and as for Xiao Lang? Hundreds of years ago, in the land of Langling County, the common people only knew that there was a Xiao family, but not an imperial family."

  He has a charming demeanor, his smile makes people feel like they're basking in the warmth of spring, and it really gives people a very good impression.

  All authentic aristocrats, no matter how corrupt and absurd they are inside, their words and deeds always make people feel like a spring breeze. Even when facing a plebeian or a slave, it is still the same.

  "Is that so?" The Prince of Lanling heard Lu Jun's words and gave a faint glance. He said in a low, powerful voice: "I am not interested in these things."

  To cut to the chase, Langling Wang said with a stern expression while holding Zhang Qi: "The hour is late, Gao Mou is tired and should retire." A banquet like today's wasn't a formal one; after the young emperor spoke, they could leave at any time.

  At this point, Langling Wang took a step forward and was about to lead the envoys away from their seats.

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