Murong Feixue looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a dark brown figure coming into view. Ran Huang Ran Yong came to the main hall surrounded by everyone.【】
Everyone in the palace knelt down and shouted in unison: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Queen! Thousand years ago! Thousand years ago!"
"Let's all get back on our feet!" A low but majestic voice sounded.
Feixue stood up together with everyone, slowly raised her head, and looked sideways at Ran Huang Ran Yongzeng who was sitting on the dragon throne.
He has a square head and a broad face, thick eyebrows, an overhanging nose, and sharp eyes like a falcon. However, the wrinkles on his cheeks indicate that he has passed a great age, as well as the centipede scar looming in the lower corner of his left eye.
This man went through the battlefield when he was young and should be a fierce general.
Sitting at the bottom are three beautiful women. The one on the left is wearing a bright red palace dress with a brocade of colorful phoenixes facing the sun. She is wearing a wreath of five-nine phoenixes and is wearing heavy makeup. This person should be Queen Ran Wei Leng Suxin. She is Emperor Ran's wife.
The married wife should have been a beautiful woman when she was young.
Nowadays, the heavy make-up cannot hide her age and beauty. However, her body exudes a luxurious temperament and her sharp eyes show her majesty as the Lord of the Sixth Palace.
The beautiful woman on the right is wearing an orange-red phoenix and peony palace dress. She is about thirty years old. She has a wide neckline, wide and fluttering sleeves, a bun with a cloud in a high bun, and a colorful phoenix swaying at an angle. She has a faint fragrance and bright eyes.
Like the autumn water, the red lips are singing with a smile, which seems gentle and moving, and the eyes are indeed cunning. This person is Liu Shishi, the mother-in-law of Prince Ran Qingcheng.
The beautiful woman at the bottom on the right is naturally Ran Qingxun's mother-in-law Xiao Yunchuo. Today she is wearing a purple floor-length palace dress, embroidered with delicate peonies, with golden phoenix strands in her hair, and her golden tassels are slowly swaying.
Hanging down, with her enchanting appearance, luxurious temperament, and beauty, she is worthy of being the beloved of Emperor Ran.
Ran Yongzeng saw the silver-haired Ran Qingxun in the crowd. His sharp eyebrows were frozen, and his eyebrows were raised. He was not angry and intimidating. There was anger hidden in his deep eyes, but he remained calm and shouted, "Be present!"
Everyone found their seats and sat down. Feng Ba, the envoy of Yan State, bowed respectfully and said: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor! We, the State of Yan, are willing to make peace with Ran Wei from generation to generation and marry the two princesses to Ran Wei. I also hope that Ran Wei will do it."
Be kind to our princess."
Ran Yongzeng's stern face lit up with gentleness, "Please rest assured, envoy of Yan State, since the two princesses are married to Ran Wei, they are my daughters-in-law, and they will naturally treat you kindly. Please tell Emperor Yan on your behalf that there is no need to worry."
The two parties exchanged a few words, and the banquet to send off the envoys from the Kingdom of Yan officially began. In addition to the banquet, singing and dancing were of course indispensable. For this purpose, the Crown Princess Murong Dailin also specially prepared a dance called "Mingjun". This dance is from the Jin Dynasty.
The beautiful woman Liang Luzhu was smitten by her lover Shi Chong.
Although Luzhu was from the Jin Dynasty, her sentiment of jumping off a building without fear of the imperial power was admired by the Wuhu people. "Mingjun" also shows Wang Zhaojun, a married woman in the Han Dynasty, who was reluctant to marry and yearned for happiness.
The reason why Murong Dailin chose this dance was because he followed his uncle's wishes and warned Prince Ran Qingcheng to treat her well, as she was the crown prince of Ran Wei.
Fei Xue had not prepared to dance at first, but when she saw Murong Dailin's provocative look, she also thought that if she wanted to speak in front of everyone, she would naturally have to attract everyone's attention. She estimated that Qianhua's people were already ready, and she would go all out today.
, if you don’t succeed, you will become a benevolent person.
Feixue glanced at Ran Qingxun in the distance. Ran Qingxun saw the worry and determination flashing in Feixue's eyes, and he began to worry about her inexplicably. Her expression seemed to be in danger.
He shook his head at Feixue and signaled to Feixue that even if she couldn't prove her life experience, he hoped that she would not put herself in danger. Feixue knew his intentions. Although the two of them stumbled and fought openly and secretly, at the critical moment, he had her in his heart.
, this is enough to be able to risk one's life for him and win a share of the world for him, she resents.
Feixue stood up calmly and said respectfully: "Father, my daughter-in-law Feixue is willing to sing and dance to promote elegance."
Ran Yongzeng, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked at Murong Feixue with his eyes, knowing that she was the woman that the prince wanted to marry, Murong Hong's most beloved daughter. He was also amazed in his heart that there are still such stunning women in the world, even if there are three thousand beauties in the harem,
All will be eclipsed, and the flowers will be shy.
Regarding Murong Feixue, Ran Yongzeng was surprisingly gentle, "Yes!"
With a smile in her eyes, Feixue bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Father!"
Feixue left her seat and came to the palace. What she wanted to sing was Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", a poem that had not yet appeared in this dynasty. As for the dance, it naturally came from the heart and was performed as she pleased.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I will dance to find out how the shadows look like they are in the human world!"
Murong Feixue, dressed in plain gauze, walks in the snow to look for plum blossoms. She is elegant and refined, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
The cloud sleeves are swaying slightly, the waist is slightly twisted, the heart moves freely, not delicate or artificial, the movements are light and natural, the gestures are elegant and pure, the dance is ethereal and graceful, and the singing is melodious and graceful.
Everyone thought they had seen the fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. Even Ran Qingze, the king of Lian who knew women best, couldn’t help but praise her: "What a top-notch fairy!"
Yesterday, Feixue was dressed in a man's loose robe, but she was indeed less delicate and softer than today. He really regretted that he had left eternal regrets for being playful for a moment. Now that he knew that Feixue was his sister-in-law, he still thought about her, which really means "sex"
Get a knife.
When Prince Ran Qingcheng arrived, Ran Qingze's eyes were full of lust, which was the unique greed of a pervert when he saw a beautiful woman.
Ran Qingcheng coughed lightly, interrupting his thoughts, and warned with a solemn eyebrow: "Fifth brother, I'm warning you, you are not allowed to touch this woman, otherwise don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood."
Ran Qingze suddenly remembered that this woman was the woman that the prince wanted to marry, and it was really a tricky thing to get her.
He casually picked up a glass of wine, drank it down in one gulp, patted the prince's chest, and said softly: "Since she is the second brother's woman, how could I touch her? Don't worry, as many women as I have, I am not short of this one."
Prince Ran Qingcheng's dark eyes were full of hesitation, "Can you believe everything this pervert says?" ory5