Tibetan Sea Pearl

Princess Qinghe is the third daughter of the prince.

When Princess Qinghe was born, there were no auspicious omens, and her birth mother was humble, just a maid in the clothes room. Her birth did not bring much joy to everyone.

When the emperor chose the name, he chose the name of Xiaojiabiyu, hoping that she could live an ordinary life.

The crown prince didn't have high hopes for her either. A daughter, not a son, is related to the inheritance of the emperor's heir.

Princess Qinghe is just like her name, unknown and unknown to everyone.

Steward Zhang knows something about these royal relatives, princesses and princesses.

Zhang Guanshi twirled his short beard and said, "If you want to propose marriage to someone, you must first ask whether the person is married or not. You are messing around like this."

Mr. Dou laughed when he was told.

"However, the young man just now was not bad," he said.

Guanshi Zhang was stunned, Mr. Su came in to see him just now, he didn't chat with people too much, with Jin Yiwei around, it's one thing to be able to save one thing, don't make extra troubles.

From where did Mr. Dou see that this young man is not bad.

However, Mr. Su was born with a handsome appearance, with the handsomeness of a southerner and the gentleness of a scholar.

The three men in black next to them were not affected by the conversation in the room at all, immersed in another world, concentrating on their own business.

The atmosphere in the house became a little stagnant.

"You said he was a businessman." Mr. Dou shook his head, "He doesn't look like that. He doesn't smell like copper."

A businessman as gentle and polite as Mr. Su is rare. Manager Zhang also felt that Mr. Su didn't look like a businessman.

Mr. Su's eyes are clean, he looks hopeless, as if he sees through everything and sees through everything.

Manager Zhang laughed at himself, "Anyway, the smell of copper on my body can't be washed off."

Pushing the poured wine glass to the person in front of him, "Stop talking about this, let's drink."

Third Master Dou smiled deeply, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

……

Dou Sanye is a person who hides a knife in his smile. Don't look at him smiling like a spring breeze, as warm as a spring breeze, but I don't know how many people died by his knife.

When Su Qing came out of the private room, she felt a chill on her back, and the cold chill soaked from head to toe, and her whole body seemed to be immersed in winter well water.

Su Qing couldn't help shivering, quickened her pace, and went downstairs.

Back at the seat, the waiter has already served the dishes, and the friends are waiting for him to come back to have dinner together.

Friends think that Su Qing's complexion is not very good.

Su Qing sat down and cut a long story short, "Let's eat quickly."

"What's wrong?" the friend asked.

"Jin Yiwei is here." Su Qing said.

The friend's hands holding the bowls and chopsticks trembled, and the bowls and plates jingled together.

Jin Yiwei.

The Jinyiwei people are here.

The friend's expression was already dull, until Su Qing took the bowl of rice and vegetables in his hand.

The friend just realized what to do.

They finish eating quickly, go back quickly, don't run into the Jin Yiwei's people head-on, they can't afford to provoke those people, and the others are not individuals in the eyes of those people.

Neither of them said a word, and the private room was quiet except for the sound of spoons touching dishes.

It was noisy outside, very lively, the people who can come here are the rich, powerful and powerful, and they are all elegant people. At this time, the noise of people is like a vegetable market.

"What happened outside?" asked the old man in a private room on the third floor.

Another old man with a big heart replied, "A few young people are competing in calligraphy, which is nothing to watch."

As soon as the words fell, the noise outside became even louder, and the waves were louder than the waves.

Hearing only an old voice, he turned up the volume and shouted loudly, "In this game, the guest with seven seats in the T-shaped field wins."

After the words fell, there was a burst of intense applause like a flood. Some people shouted "yes" loudly, and some people whistled, applause and whistles burst out.

The young people who competed in calligraphy invited an older and respected elder as a judge, and asked the store for pens, inks, paper and inkstones, spread them on the dining table regardless of details, and splashed ink on the spot.

"Didn't you say there's nothing to see?" Mr. Staff was also attracted, and turned his head to look out the window.

There is a corridor across the window, and you can't see anything, but you can still feel the excitement on the first floor.

"Seven T-shaped seats."

Everyone looked at the position of the seat seven.

People who come here often know that the location of the T-shaped seven seat is not very good, it is in the corner.

"Seven seat T-shaped?" A young man murmured, exclaimed and pushed the companion next to him, "Brother Yannian, it's you."

The young man who was called Brother Yannian stood up, stood at the side, and bowed his hands to everyone.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this young man in a brocade robe. His handwriting was firm and powerful. He was the one who wrote good handwriting. He was truly a formidable young man.

Gu Yannian enjoyed the feeling that the stars were holding the moon high and high, and kept nodding to everyone.

The number one scholar parading across the street is probably the same feeling. He can't be the number one scholar, but he can still enjoy being held high above the stars.

After one game is lost, the next game will soon be played, not only young people, but also older people, more people will join in.

……

You don't need to look to know what's going on outside.

Su Qing and her friend finished their meal without saying a word, opened the door and left.

Walking into the corridor, there was a voice above their heads, which was as gloomy and cold as the clothes on their bodies and the knives on their waists.

"Why don't you compare, can't you afford to lose?"

Everyone looked across the hall to the third floor. At some point in the corridor on the third floor stood three men in black cloaks with sabers hanging from their waists.

One of the men was like a suave young man, holding a birdcage in one hand and teasing the birds in the cage with the other.

It's just that there is no bird in the cage.

What is he kidding?

Are you lonely?

Looking at the other two people, although their movements are more normal than this man's, their expressions are all weird.

Everyone's line of sight froze instantly.

In the middle of the elder judge's speech, "Next game, we will change..." The old voice stopped abruptly.

It's not that they didn't stop competing, but they competed three times in a row, and the young people with the seven seats in the T-shaped shape always won, and the same person always won, so it's boring to compare. Someone suggested changing Danqing.

It is impossible for a person to occupy both ends, calligraphy and Danqing are good.

The store has already helped them find paint.

Someone guessed the identity of the man in black, his expression was blank, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The glory on Gu Yannian's face was wiped away, his body was stiff, and he felt the eyes of the Jinyiwei guards above his head sweeping over him, winning three games in a row, he had already stole the limelight.

He still didn't want the limelight behind him, and sat down while no one was looking.

At this time, the shop assistant came over with the paint.

Compared or not, the older judges also hesitated, looked back and looked around.

The people present suddenly lost their minds.

"Don't you want to compare?" The gloomy voice on the third floor continued, "I really can't afford to lose." Accompanied by cold and disdainful laughter.

The frozen crowd became chaotic in an instant.

"Compare, compare now."

"Go and get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Everyone is like a headless fly, scurrying around and getting busy separately.

Jin Yiwei wants them to compete, they can't stop now, unless they are desperate.