Shen Qingqing felt a captivating gaze fall on her. She leaned to the ground and could only see the man's black python boots not far from her, and felt a little chill on the back of her neck.
Wouldn't she be so unlucky to be recognized? Is it a pig cage or a crane waiting for her?
Thinking like this, she deliberately shook her body and pretended to be scared, trying to create a great contrast with herself at the time.
Sure enough, Qi Yeshen looked away.
Following the emperor's order, everyone who was kneeling respectfully stood up and returned to their original positions.
Shen Qingqing's buttocks were not yet hot when she noticed several glances from all directions, including those from the high-ranking emperor and queen, and a few from the male guests' seats.
Those people were born with majestic appearance, elegant appearance, nobility and aloofness, or solemnity. At first glance, they were her father and brothers.
You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that you like, this is absolutely true.
Shen Qingqing could already feel the doting towards her in everyone's eyes.
She saw the handsome young master Shen Qinghan in white waving a folding fan and said to Shen Qinghan in blue beside him: "My sister is veiled today, but she is still elegant!"
"My sister, who is so beautiful, gentle, noble, generous and charming, wants to marry a damn stinky man. I just want to chop off that man's head."
"My sister is disgusted by such bloody things. According to me, I should poison the man so that he will never do anything again. Then my sister will not be involved."
Seeing the lips of the two people, Shen Qingqing trembled uncontrollably.
The love these people have for her is simply abnormal! This is not a brother, but a sister-controller!
When she turned her head, she met a very aggressive gaze.
The man was wearing a black brocade robe, with wide cuffs embroidered with golden cloud patterns, and a black and yellow collar that made his snow-skinned skin look like ice and jade bones.
A man is so fair but doesn't look feminine at all, with his sexy Adam's apple rolling.
The fingers holding the wine bottle are long and strong, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, the male hormones are overflowing, and the aura is strong and cold.
It's a pity that such a powerful face was obscured by the mask. Shen Qingqing looked at the clearly visible veins on the back of his hand. This fist could beat him into a meat pie, so he would definitely not be a pretty boy with strong power.
Fenxiang, who was hiding under the table, found her staring straight at the man and said hurriedly: "Miss, isn't His Royal Highness handsome?"
Shen Qingqing was speechless, "You mean his mask is handsome? But why are you squatting to talk to me?"
"I'm waiting for you to feed the young lady. I'm a little tired after eating too much pig trotters. If His Highness hadn't been injured on the battlefield, he would still be the most handsome man in the world! Of course he is handsome!"
Shen Qingqing exhaled, luckily he wasn't the prince, so which prince was he meeting?
I glanced around and saw that there was no sign of that person in the crowd.
Qi Yeshen naturally also saw Shen Qingqing, who was impeccably dressed in white, with a veil on her face that could not see her face. The only beautiful eyes that were exposed were indifferent. How could such a woman be her?
They both looked away at the same time.
The banquet started with the sound of silk and bamboo. On the surface, everyone seemed to be in harmony, but in fact, everyone was making calculations in their hearts.
Sure enough, after a while, someone couldn't help but want to perform on the stage, and the Queen was happy to go along with it.
Shen Qingqing whispered to Fenxiang: "You can't play cotton well, how can they be so ordinary and yet so confident?"
Fenxiang squatted on the ground and crazily gnawed on the chicken legs thrown by Shen Qingqing while others were unprepared. "What, Miss, are you talking about cotton?"
"You look like cotton to me."
Although the performances of these noble ladies are boring, there are also some powerful characters among them.
Another woman stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Queen, and daughter Liu Zhiyan would like to perform a dance."
Shen Qingqing's eyes lit up. Miss Liu was tall, well-proportioned, and had an 8-point appearance. She could be said to have the best appearance and temperament currently.
"Miss, why are you so excited?"
Shen Qingqing was overjoyed and said: "Look at her spinning like a top, how beautiful she is. Even her skirt is very special. It is shiny and shiny. It shows that she put a lot of effort into it."
"What's there to envy? Their family was just rewarded with a piece of soft Tencel and they went through the market like this. It's not like Miss. In addition to the emperor's annual reward to the Shen family, the young master also got a bunch of soft Tencel for you from special channels. It's so luxurious. I’m afraid you’re the only one who uses soft Tencel to make obscene clothes.”
Shen Qingqing was stunned, "You said that soft Tencel is very precious?"
"Miss, are you confused? Of course soft Tencel is precious. Only Tianluo is rich in this kind of silk in the world. The annual tribute is only a few dozen pieces. The empress with high status in the harem can get one or two pieces, and there is not much left. We have given the most rewards to those ministers, and our Shen family has the most, with three horses every year."
Shen Qingqing thought about the fabric she tore off at random. At that time, she was just afraid of being discovered. Who knew the original owner was so extravagant.
Only three of the Shen family are so favored, but those ministers are so impressive. Anyone who is interested can find out by just checking.
"Stop eating and run some errands for me." Shen Qingqing looked at the sky. How could there be no protagonist in this drama?
Fennel licked the oil on her fingers and disappeared quietly.
Miss Liu had finished her performance, which attracted applause from the audience. She looked at Qi Yeshen affectionately.
Qi Yeshen couldn't help but frown. This woman was flirting with him openly and secretly, unlike the woman who just threw it away after using her.
If it's not Liu Zhiyan, then who is it?
At this time, the queen saw that Shen Qingqing had been silent, so she took the initiative and said: "Miss Shen Qi..."
Shen Qingqing, who was thinking about something, suddenly stood up as a conditioned reflex, stood up in a military posture and shouted: "We're here!"
The angry voice shocked everyone in the audience, and the queen was so frightened that she almost spilled her drink.
But she is the mother of a country after all, and she smiles dignifiedly and generously, "I heard that Miss Shen Qi practiced hard day and night and specially prepared a song for His Highness the Crown Prince. Is this possible?"
Shen Qingqing wanted to return your favor, but for the sake of her head, she had no choice but to nod weakly.
The queen looked at Qi Yeshen again with a smile, "Prince, it's rare for Miss Shen to have this kind of thought. You have to appreciate it."
If the queen knew that she had cuckolded the prince, could she still smile like a chrysanthemum?
Seeing that Shen Qingqing was distracted again, the queen gently comforted her and said, "Miss Seventh, don't be afraid, just do your best."
When Shen Qingqing came to her senses, she didn't dare to look at Qi Yeshen at all.
She can play the piano, but she doesn't know what music the original owner has prepared.
She was willing to pick up all the famous songs on the basis of her title of Chinese Little Music Library. She was sure that Beethoven was silent and Mozart was in tears.
However, this was contrary to her original intention. Not only could she not play well, but she could not deliberately play poorly. This would be a slap in the royal face.
It was a problem to get the right balance between the two, so she walked up to the stage holding her lyre in a daze and found an open space to sit on the floor.
I don’t know that this picture will appear in other people’s eyes:
Shen Qingqing didn't have any accessories on her body, her face was covered and she was dressed in white.
Her eyes were three parts diffuse and four parts indifferent and somewhat casual. The handkerchief covering her face made her aloof and refined.
I saw her slowly raising her slender fingers like onion roots, and the part of her wrist that was inadvertently exposed from the cuff was white and elegant.
A tune I had never heard before sounded, and the heavenly voice sang along with the tune:
"I can't fly out no matter what.
The world of flowers
It turns out I am one
Drunken butterfly..." This chapter has been completed!