The emperor's banquet was a great honor, and the emperor's smile was high tonight, and his gentle and easy-to-talk look made everyone relax their vigilance.

In addition, the emperor toasted the officials with a glass of wine, which made everyone even more flattered.

After three rounds of drinking, the dancer also changed a batch.

A sound of piano sounds in the hall was heard. Everyone was chasing the sound, looking at it, wondering if the daughter of the family was playing the guzheng. The voice was beautiful and gentle, and the feelings that were like crying seemed to make people want to integrate into it.

Awen put down the fruit wine in her hand, raised her eyes toward the woman sitting in the hall, and turned her round eyes toward the upper head and the woman, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The woman's appearance is exquisite. She is wearing a pink long skirt and a simple hairpin to set off the lotus flowers that are in and out of the water, and her temperament is even more outstanding.

Awen thinks she can't help but like such a beauty, let alone a man.

When he withdrew his gaze, he accidentally scanned Duan Jiahong's hot eyes, and his eyes flashed and he couldn't help but glared at him.

I won’t say it just now, the emperor and the empress are still in the future, but the current scene is full of the emperor. Meng Lang is not afraid of being ginseng.

Duan Jiahong was stared at by Awen, and couldn't help but smile at her with a glass of wine.

He finally asked his wife to marry him, but he didn't dare to have any random thoughts. In addition, he thought Awen was the most beautiful, and everyone else was just a clothes rack.

Realizing that Duan Jiahong has been watching her, Awen felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.

He kept the beauty not watching, but was paying attention to her, which pleased Awen.

She held the fruit wine and shook her respects towards Duan Jiahong, which immediately made Duan Jiahong happy and smiled.

After putting down the wine glass, Awen noticed that Liang Jiajing beside her was a little absent-minded, frowned slightly, gently hit her with her arm, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Liang Jiajing lowered her head, and some loss spread in her chest, her eyes were a little hot, and her nose was a little sore: "It's okay, sand has entered her eyes."

Awen felt that Liang Jiajing was in a bad mood, but she couldn't really let her go out first in such an occasion, so she could only comfort her: "Print with her sleeves, we will sit for a while before leaving the palace."

Liang Jiajing nodded.

Zhu, who had been attracted by singing and dancing, did not realize anything was wrong at all. She wished she could dig out her eyes and stick them to the dancers.

The emperor sat in the upper position, and he naturally saw any small movements underground. Seeing Duan Jiahong and Awen’s actions, he felt a mess in his heart. He waved his hand and immediately replied to the quiet.

The noble girls who were rushing to show up in front of the emperor and queen all looked disappointed.

The queen then spoke, looked at everyone with gentle eyes, and her gentle voice fell on everyone's ears.

"Dear ladies and ladies, your majesty and the men are going to talk about important matters. How about we move to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the flowers?"

"Yes."

All the noble ladies and ladies stood up one after another, the Prime Minister's wife quickly walked beside the queen and helped her together, and Mrs. Chu also quickly walked to Wanpin and helped her walk.

After saluting the emperor, a group of female relatives walked out of the hall.

Suddenly, Wanpin, who was walking in the middle, burst into her stomach and couldn't help vomiting.
Chapter completed!