Chapter 145

However, the ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny. This is Du Xiaoli's personal sigh the next day.

"Let's go and go back." Du Xiuheng said, and then watched Du Xiaoli get on the carriage before he got on his horse.

After Du Xiaoli got on the carriage, he saw Du Kexin's gloomy face.

"You can pretend! You deceived everyone's eyes!"

Du Xiaoli smiled sarcastically and said, "I never said whether I would do anything or not. Don't you spread everything yourself? Now it's up to me."

"You --"

"I'm so tired now. Be quiet, or I can't guarantee whether I will be like this afternoon." Du Xiaoli said coldly, then closed her eyes and rested. She didn't say a word to Du Kexin all the way, even if she had been waiting for herself with an eye knife.

After arriving at the prime minister's house, Du Xiaoli went to Du Yunhan and told him what he was going to Chuang Tzu. The Empress Dowager didn't say she couldn't give it to her father. She didn't go to school in the later time, and Du Yunhan had to go out and ask for leave!

Du Yunhan almost jumped out of his little heart when he heard Du Xiaoli say so.

"Daughter, I'll tell you, although your Chuang Tzu seems very good, it's not a small thing if it's the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager who are going!"

Du Xiaoli shrugged and said, "I know! But when grandma Meng said that to the empress dowager, she made a decision. I don't even have the time and right to say no. what can I do?"

"Alas, this matter is too important. I have to discuss it with the emperor tomorrow." Du Yunhan said.

"If you think it's useful, you can go." Du Xiaoli said, "anyway, I'll leave it to you. I'm so depressed tonight. I'm just going to Chuang Tzu to relax. I'm going back!"

Du Xiaoli left Du Yunhan's study and returned to his yard. Standing in the yard, looking at the full moon in the sky, it is the Mid Autumn Festival of the year. This is the seventh Mid Autumn Festival she has spent here.

"Miss, you're back. How was your evening?" Xia yuan and Yingge greeted Du Xiaoli when they saw Du Xiaoli coming back.

"Xia yuan, Yingge, your young lady is going to die." Du Xiaoli looked at Xia yuan and said with his mouth curled.

"Ah? What's the matter, miss? Are you hurt? Let Yingge have a look." Yingge heard Du Xiaoli say so and hurried up with fear.

"Short oil, I'm not hurt!" Du Xiaoli was tickled by Yingge and hurriedly stopped.

"How could I die if I wasn't hurt?" Yingge asked.

"I must be uncomfortable in the palace." Xia yuan knows Du Xiaoli's personality better and knows that she will be uncomfortable in the palace.

"Is that so, miss?"

"Oh, almost. You go and prepare some wine and vegetables. We have guests coming later." Du Xiaoli said.

"Will there be guests so late?" Yingge asked suspiciously.

"Well, go and prepare. I'll have a rest first." Du Xiaoli said and went back to his house.

Yingge is still muttering who will come so late. Xia yuan has gone to the kitchen to prepare wine and dishes. As Du Xiaoli said, when their wine and dishes were just ready, two figures fell from the roof one after another.

"You're here." Du Xiaoli looked at them without surprise.

"How did you know we would come?" Luo Qi asked, looking at the wine and dishes already arranged.

"Intuition." Du Xiaoli replied.

Han Mingyi sat down beside Du Xiaoli and said, "is this specially for us?"

Du Xiaoli nodded and said, "wait a minute, brother will come in a minute."

After a while, Du Xiuheng, led by Xia yuan, went to Du Xiaoli's yard. When he saw the two people in her room, he was stunned and said, "Why are you two here?"

"Brother, come and sit down and chat together." Du Xiaoli waved to Du Xiuheng.

Du Xiuheng stared at two people who appeared in his sister's room late at night, and then came to Du Xiaoli and sat down.

Du Xiaoli picked up the wine pot and filled the wine glass in front of everyone. Then he put down the wine pot, picked up the wine cup and said, "this is the first time for four people to get together after the Mid Autumn Festival in duzhuang six years ago. Come and celebrate!"

"OK, dry!"

Du Xiaoli's words suddenly brought the four people to the memory of that year. The memory of that time still fresh in everyone's memory.

After everyone finished drinking, Du Xiaoli poured them a glass of wine and said, "you haven't eaten much tonight. You shouldn't be full? Xia yuan's craft is very good. Have a try."

"Well, I'm really not full." Du Xiuheng touched his stomach and said.

Luo Qi was not full either. She thought of seeing Du Xiaoli eating at the party and said, "you are the only one who can eat and drink on that occasion."

"If you're hungry, of course you have to fill your stomach first." Du Xiaoli said, "how can you watch the performance without strength?"

"Ha ha!" Du Xiaoli's witty words made everyone happy and laughed one by one. "I've never seen my sister dance before. Your dance is unique!" Du Xiuheng thought of Du Xiaoli's dance and praised it. "Well, it's really shocking," Luo echoed. "None of you asked me," said Du Xiaoli. "By the way, I've heard of the imperial sword Pavilion, but what sect is shuiyuetian? Does it mean to live on water?" "cough -" Du Xiaoli's words made Luo Qi and Han Mingyi almost choke on their own wine. Luo Qi looked at Du Xiaoli reluctantly and said, "I gave you some information about the Jianghu, but you didn't read it?" "ah?!" Du Xiaoli thought about it, then looked at Luo Qi, smiled and said, "well, it was a busy time in the orange garden at that time. I put it aside and then forgot. Hei hei..." "you forget everything when planting oranges!" Luo Qi would go back to Du Zhuang from time to time after she left that year, He can also say that he watched Du Xiaoli come all the way and knew her temperament very well. No wonder she was always black about things in the Jianghu. It turned out that she didn't read the information she gave her. "In this water moon day, most of them take women as disciples and musical instruments as weapons. Although the sect is small, it involves many forces, because their disciples are excellent, and the object of marriage is naturally not ordinary people." Han Mingyi explained. "Using musical instruments as weapons? That's sound attack?" Du Xiaoli heard this. He didn't know why. He felt that he would have a countless relationship with this sect.