noffsinger Chapter 182 News from the Pink Feather Pavilion
Chapter 182 News from the Pink Feather Pavilion
Hanfu...
The morning light was bright, and the sky was filled with shimmering pink clouds. The huge rockery and lush trees in the yard, as well as the clean bluestone road, were dyed with golden light, and the swaying leaves were emitting golden glow.
The small lake in the distance was sparkling...the greedy koi in the water were biting duckweed and flying insects that had fallen into the water.
After Han Zhao finished his breakfast in the small flower hall, he walked briskly to his mother's Xinlan Garden.
As soon as he entered the door, Han Zhao heard his mother, Mrs. Wang, coughing. He took a few quick steps and a look of nervousness appeared on Han Zhao's face. He pushed the door open and poured a cup of hot tea for his mother, which Han Zhao handed to her personally.
Han Zhao's fox eyes were clean and clear. His sword-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his long eyelashes like butterfly wings flickered quickly. Han Zhao's heartbeat began to speed up, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Han Zhao said to Wang with a worried look on his face:
"Mother, the weather has been dry lately, and it's a little chilly in the morning and evening. You should wear more clothes and let Qiuli stew some pears for you..."
His voice is low and hoarse, like red wine on an autumn night, mellow and beautiful.
Qiu Li, the maid who was guarding the old lady, nodded in agreement.
Han Zhao was dressed in a white robe, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His face, as cold and white as the moon, had a high nose bridge with a graceful curve, his pale lips were tightly pursed, and his jawline was sharp.
The silver auspicious cloud pattern embroidered on his collar gleamed faintly. Han Zhao sat with his mother, Wang, for half an hour. He left the house and went to Fenyu Pavilion on the main street, a medium-sized brothel.
Han Zhao arrived at the master's room on the third floor which was not open to the public. The secret guard Han Qi hurriedly reported to the master the intelligence he had recently collected.
He read all the news carefully, and Han Zhao fell into deep thought...
The war god Song Qingming of the Beilin Dynasty was assassinated in the barren mountains of the imperial capital of the Dayu Dynasty. The whereabouts of Prince Song are unknown and it is unknown whether he is alive or dead. The little prince of the Beilin Dynasty who accompanied him is also missing. General Mo Lan, who has extremely high combat power, was stabbed in the dantian and poisoned. The crown prince Mu Huaizhi is also with them.
Han Zhao's temples were throbbing, this matter was too big, if not handled properly, the powerful Beilin Dynasty would attack immediately, Qilian He of Dayu Dynasty was ill and comatose, and although the empress sat in the court, she was a narrow-minded troublemaker who could not take charge and wanted to seize power.
His eyes became increasingly cold as Han Zhao wondered which general in the court could resist the Beilin Dynasty.
The secret guard also mentioned to Han Zhao that the country that respected women sent people to intermarry, and that the daughter of Zhu Lichao's Mo family was ill and could not come to Dayu, so her cousin Gongsun Yanru came to the imperial capital on her behalf.
Han Zhao frowned even more tightly when he thought of the unruly and aloof Gongsun Yanru. He suddenly remembered the cool and elegant Gu Qingfeng and raised his eyebrows.
A smile appeared in Han Zhao's fox eyes. He felt that Gongsun Yanru would not bother him this time. She was a superficial girl who only cared about appearances.
He received the message and walked out of the luxurious Pink Feather Pavilion with alternating gold and pink colors. Young Master Han went to the Jingui Teahouse to have tea with Wei Junling.
There were not many people on the main street. A horse-drawn carriage was coming from a distance. The sound of horse hooves mixed with the sound of vendors selling flowers and candied haws and the conversations of various vendors.
The unique noise of the main street mixed with a little bit of fireworks made the slightly irritated Mr. Han suddenly relax.
Prince Wei was dressed in a gorgeous black robe and wore a green feather crown carved with the shape of a golden crow's branches. Wei Junling's dignified sitting posture was elegant and dignified. His slender, bony fingers held a purple teacup as he sipped a cup of fragrant Yun's Pu'er tea.
Prince Wei looked at Han Zhao, whose expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Han Zhao and asked:
"What's wrong? Who messed with our famous Han think tank?"
His clear and pleasant voice is like the spring breeze in March, comfortable and crisp.
After drinking a few sips of brewed Dahongpao, Han Zhao quietly told the story of Prince Song of Beilin and Gongsun Yanru's coming.
Prince Wei frowned, wondering whether the assassination of Song Qingming was caused by Beilin or some other dynasty? There was a look of confusion on his beautiful face.
There was a chill in his beautiful brown eyes. The Prince of Wei was icy and extremely aloof in nature. He did not like beautiful women and was rumored to be fond of Longyang, especially since he was often with the handsome Han Zhao.
The rumors about them were like the water in a lake, constantly rippling out new versions of the story.
Gu Qingfeng and Prince Wei have been getting close recently. The girls who admire Prince Wei are secretly wondering if Young Master Han has fallen out of favor.
The newcomer Gu Qingfeng had a cool and celestial appearance, which was both dignified and charming, one in a million.
They, the real owners, don't care about the rumors.
Prince Wei looked at Wei Mingyang who had just pushed the door open. He was dressed in blue, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on his damp face.
Wei Junling held a spiced lotus seed in his hand. He peeled off the lotus shell and chewed the crispy lotus kernel which had a slightly bitter taste.
He spoke to Master Wei:
"Who offended our third brother this morning? Why do you look so gloomy?"
Wei Mingyang angrily drank half a pot of scented tea, wiped his mouth and said:
"Feng Bailian from the Imperial Censorate asked her father to propose marriage to my father. Sigh, my father has been nagging me all morning... I am so angry... Humph!"
Wei Mingyang's beautiful black eyes rarely showed a murderous chill, and he said casually:
"The Gu family has a beautiful woman. Gu Qingfeng's cousin Gu Shuang'er is not engaged yet. Does anyone have any idea about her?"
After this sentence, the three of them fell into a rare silence. Wei Mingyang changed the pot of Longjing tea and slowly savored the fragrance of Longjing tea before the rain.
Han Zhao's eyes darkened. That silly girl with the chubby face had finally grown up. He didn't know what she looked like now. Gu Qingfeng said that she had a younger sister and three younger brothers.
Prince Wei lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying to Wei Mingyang:
"Oh, Third Brother, do you mean to propose marriage to Gu Shuang'er?"
Wei Mingyang looked unnatural. He looked out the window, coughed lightly and said:
"Well, no, I'm just curious about you. Brother Wei's reputation has become quite famous recently. The old maids in the mansion have heard about you and Brother Han's relationship. Don't you two want to get engaged? Do you have your eyes on any girl?"
Han Zhao stared at Wei Mingyang's ears until they turned red. He curled his lips...