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After dinner, the opera troupe and storytellers invited outside came to the stage.

The Prince of the Sect is covered with starry pavilions and pavilions. There are hundreds of bright night lights and water kites paper boats in the lotus pond. The night is bright and the lights are glazed.

Qi Qingzhou was still sitting next to Yin Huai. The stage was lively. Yin Huai noticed the little prince's yawning and the look that floated over several times. He brought a bowl of good snow tea, sipped with his moon-white wide sleeves, and asked indifferently: "Your Highness often watches me do what I do? But what is on my face?"

"No," Qi Qingzhou shook his head and pointed to the stage: "It's because I don't like to listen to this, let's talk about it--"

He didn't feel embarrassed when he was caught on the spot. He lazily leaned back and leaned his head tilted and thought, "The palm print is indeed more beautiful than the one on the stage."

Yin Huai raised his eyebrows. It was rare that he was not annoyed when he was said to be beautiful again and again. He was just a little confused: "Does your highness really like this face so much? It's not the first time that your highness praises it."

Qi Qingzhou touched his nose awkwardly and whispered: "You can't blame me for this palm print, everyone loves beauty."

The moon is so round in the sky, and the waves of light flow in Yin Huai's narrow eyes, and he smiles slightly, without comment.

Suddenly, a warm cheer and applause came from the audience. It was the famous flower courtesan in Beijing that appeared, and the nobles and nobles looked at it.

Seeing this, Qi Qingzhou was curious and straightened his body and took a closer look. The courtesan is indeed better than the women in the palace, but after seeing the pearls and jade, he will be ugly. The stands are not as interesting as those who look at the person who sits on the stands.

However, Yin Huai saw Qi Qingzhou pinched a few black purple grapes and put them in his mouth, and looked at the stage from time to time, sneered, and said quietly: "It seems that the face of the courtier in the capital is more attractive."

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"..." Qi Qingzhou licked his watery lips and argued urgently: "How could it be! Don't underestimate yourself!" He picked a few of the most round and full grapes from the plate and put them in his palm one by one, and handed them to Yin Huai in front of him: "The palm print is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Yin Huai looked at the dark and shiny grapes reflected in his white palm, and felt a little relieved in his heart. He listened with a smile to his mind, picked up the grapes, peeled them off and ate them. The sour and sweet juice exploded in his mouth along his lips and tongue, and kept in his heart.

The opera on the stage was sang to the end of the breaking stage, and Li Shang, who was sitting next to the prince, suddenly said sarcastically: "The famous girl in the capital is really well-known, but why do I feel like an old friend the more I watch? Are you all watching?"

After he mentioned this, the officials from the audience, Huang Qi suddenly felt something and started to whisper and talk.

Someone took the lead, and Dong Ji, the top flatterer under the prince, was too busy to help Li Shang sing the show: "Huh? Brother Li, after you said this, I look like a person."

Li Shang bared his teeth and sang to him: "Oh? Who?"

Dong Ji looked hesitant: "This... I don't know whether to say it or not."

Li Shang stood up, his face full of alcohol, and patted him: "What's the point? Wouldn't it be disappointing to keep your appetite like this? Your Highness, you said, "

Qi Yifeng's eyebrows and eyes were like spring breeze, and he laughed warmly: "It's okay, today is a private gathering, don't be too reserved, it's okay to listen to it."

Li Shang said proudly: "Look! Your Highness asked you to say anything, what are you afraid of? Just say it!"

The people in the audience were also aroused of curiosity and cheered: "Speak, say it!"

"Then I'll just say it!" Dong Ji smiled and said with a flattering smile: "Maybe the villain is a clumsy person, but why do I look more and more like... Imperial Concubine Chen!"

Qi Qingzhou's hand that reached out to Guopan froze in the air, his face turned pale, and his round eyes narrowed.

Yin Huai glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to drink his tea slowly.

In fact, Ji was far from being as beautiful as Qi Qingzhou's mother's concubine, Emperor Chen, and the beauty of the eyes of Emperor Chen was just a bit of shadow.

Furthermore, the courtesan was covered in dust and frequently sent mistresses to the audience on stage, posing in a sensation, which was far from the cold and clean temperament of Concubine Chen.

But the death of Emperor Chen and Concubine Chen only left a vague shadow on the world, which made people feel like these words because of these words.

The guests from the audience talked a lot when they heard this, and it was very lively.

Seeing this, Li Shang was right away and immediately added fuel to the fire. He was shocked and sang: "Oh! You guy, your eyes are sharp enough, let alone Concubine Chen, just..." His rat eyes kept swaying towards Qi Qingzhou, with a slight grinning at the corner of his mouth: "It also looks a bit like it."

The intimate look is undisguised.

Qi Qingzhou's fingertips turned white, and grape juice flowed down his fingers, slapped the table with a "splash", raising the volume and whispered loudly: "Li Shang, you are bold! You just point to someone casually and say it's like this Queen Mother. Look, your sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks look very much like the Lai San in the play."

Someone laughed in the audience.

Lai San is the clown in the drama just now. He is short and vulgar, with a scammer, and ugly face. He only talks about the long and stolen, steals his wife with an official concubine and is eventually beaten to death by the neighbors.

Li Shang was angry and slapped the table and said, "You!"

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, the prince was almost upset. Only when he came out to mix with him at the right time could he appear kind. He gained a reputation of being humble and kind, and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll say less." He lazily leaned against the back of the chair, raised his eyelids and said slowly: "When you watch the play, everyone has their own opinions and opinions, but it's just for fun, to celebrate the birthday of the emperor and to cheer everyone up. Li Shang, you are more kind, and the Seventh Emperor's Brother doesn't have to take it seriously."

Seeing that the prince was backing, Li Shang was still behaved when he got the advantage. His face was still full of greasy and still pretended to be angry: "Yes, Your Highness, I will not be able to do so."

Unexpectedly, Qi Qingzhou did not let him go at all, and his eyes burst out with the tough and sharpness of the young man: "I heard from the prince's words, are this king and my mother's concubine also used by actors to make fun of you?"

The boy suddenly raised his voice, his cold tone and determined momentum shocked everyone present. No one expected that the Seventh Prince, who had always been soft with the temperature, would not go down the prince's ladder.

The prince was stunned for a moment and couldn't come down from the stage. The corner of his mouth sank, and he said with a slight smile: "I don't mean that. Li Shangyan is inappropriate, but he just wants to relax and relax the atmosphere of the scene, and there is no malicious intention. It would be ugly if the Seventh Emperor Brother cares about it like this, and there is no need for this."

It seems that Qi Qingzhou wants to argue at this time that he can't afford to play, he is disrespectful and ignores the overall situation.

The prince of the Birthday Sect has a certain seniority, and the royal relatives have to look at how good he is, and they also come out to persuade him to make peace at this time.

Qi Qingzhou didn't say good or bad, but he knew that Qi Yifeng had no choice but to do anything to say at this point.

If he wants to keep quarreling, he will deliberately smash the birthday star. It will ruin everyone's excitement, and everyone will only think it is his fault.

My chest was blocked by a stream of depression, and I couldn't get up or down.

It doesn't matter if he is wrong, but he feels uncomfortable when he sees his mother's jokes for nothing.

He gritted his teeth, his lips trembled, and he endured it.

After an unexpected episode, the stage and the stage became lively again, singing and dancing became peaceful.

Yin Huai glanced at the corners of the little prince's eyes that were quickly red, watery, like two peach petals wet by spring rain, but no teardrops overflowed, and he forced him back.

Qi Qingzhou calmed down and stared at the stage with expressionless face. His lips were pursed, and his slender and straight cervical erectile stammered, looking particularly stubborn.

Yin Huai sighed in his heart.

The stunning famous girl slowly came on stage under the gaze of attention. Tingting was about to sing, but a lazy and low voice from the stage stopped her: "Slow up."

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