The city is filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and even the air has a lazy and sweet taste.
Gu Changsheng was currently sitting in the elegant room on the second floor of Zuixian Building, with his legs crossed and an exquisite white jade wine glass in his hand.
She tilted her head, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed as if drunk, and a cynical smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
The table in front of him was filled with all kinds of dishes, from the lychee white in the south to the roasted lamb leg in the north. There were a total of twenty-eight dishes, and they were all placed on this Eight Immortals table.
"Princess, you have to restrain yourself today."
The personal maid next to me, Chun Cao, was so anxious that she stamped her feet and her little face turned red.
"You just beat the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance and tied him up at the gate of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. This matter caused a storm in the city. His Majesty must have known about it!"
