One hundred and thirtieth chapters love each other (two)
It would be fine if it was intentional flirting, but this kind of unintentional display of affection is the most heartbreaking.
"Sister Ling Hui, try this pastry..." Ye Zhiqiu was afraid that she would be sad, so he quickly picked a piece of pastry and talked to her, hoping to distract her attention.
"Okay." Although Ling Hui nodded and took it, looking at the backs of the two of them leaning against each other, she smiled a little reluctantly.
After all the ministers and their families had arrived, the tables began to be polite and polite to each other. Only the concubines of each palace smiled kindly on their faces, but secretly competed with each other in private.
Chu Miaoer looked at each other for a week. Among the concubines and ministers' family members present, the most outstanding one was Chu Xianxue. It was undeniable that after being carefully dressed up, Chu Xianxue was indeed worthy of the title of "the most beautiful woman in Dajin".
title.
The next most eye-catching person is Al Yunduo. She has always liked gorgeous clothes, and today is no exception. She was seen eating cakes as if no one else was around, as if she didn't like the sweet taste, she stuck out her tongue and swallowed it again.
It looks very weird.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or intentional, but they both wore bright red clothes and were arranged to sit together. However, they were so beautiful in their own way that it was difficult to tell them apart.
After drinking for a while, Fu Deyou finally spoke up, sounding in a very good mood.
He raised the wine glass in his hand and smiled at the people below: "Today the weather is not beautiful and I cannot admire the moon, but I am very happy to be together. Tonight, all my dear friends don't have to worry about the courtesy of the king and his ministers, and can eat and drink to their heart's content..."
." Fu Deyou raised his eyes slightly to indicate.
"Yes..." Eunuch Cao immediately walked out, waved the white duster in his hand, and announced loudly in a sharp voice, "Let's play music - let's sing and dance -"
Following Eunuch Cao's order, the musicians and dancers who had been prepared for a long time entered the palace neatly, found their positions and stood there. It was not until the musicians started playing that the whole hall started to become noisy. The dancers were walking lightly on their feet.
The dance steps were slowly rotating and flying in the center of the palace, and everyone was covered with veils, which looked unique.
Such grand palace banquets are beyond the reach of ordinary folk dancers. These singers and dancers have been trained by specialized people in the palace since childhood. They must not only be able to dance, but also have beautiful faces and well-proportioned body parts.
The figure is for people to admire on certain occasions, and the ultimate goal is still to please the emperor.
Because they have been in the palace since they were young, their nuns will teach them basic palace etiquette, so they are different from the brothel girls outside, and their status is slightly higher than that of ordinary palace maids. If they are attracted by a nobleman, they can be brought back
Being a concubine in the house can also be regarded as a glorious honor.
Fu Deyou looked at the graceful figure of the dancer in the audience with a smile on his face. Eunuch Cao on the side was naturally happy from the bottom of his heart, and his little eyes narrowed into a line with laughter.
In this situation where thousands of people were watching, even though Chu Qianqian was reluctant, she still couldn't give up the hard work she had to do.
She sat next to the emperor, and while passing the wine, she quietly winked at Chu Xianxue in the audience, and said with a smile: "Seeing that the emperor is so happy, I am also happy, and I wish the emperor good luck every year.
"
Fu Deyou, who was looking at her intently, took the time to look at her, reached out to take the wine from Chu Qianqian's hand and said lightly: "The Queen is interested." He drank the wine in one gulp, not even bothering to say perfunctory words.
Chu Qianqian lowered her eyes and smiled to cover up her embarrassment, then raised her head and looked at the palace where singing and dancing were flourishing.
Eunuch Cao suddenly bent over and put his ear to the emperor's mouth. He didn't know what he heard. He nodded repeatedly, turned around and walked downstairs with a smile on his face.
The hall was so noisy that Chu Miaoer couldn't hear what they said above. Just looking at the stiff smile on Chu Qianqian's face, she suddenly understood more than half of it.
Eunuch Cao was getting closer and closer to her, but he walked straight past her towards Princess Ling Hui on the right.
"Princess Linghui," Eunuch Cao leaned down and whispered with a flattering smile, "Your Majesty asked you to sit next to the Queen."
Beside the Queen? Although Chu Miaoer was shocked, she didn't show it. Could it be that Fu Deyou was too blatant?
Since ancient times, palace banquets have been seated in order of honor. Nowadays, in addition to the Queen Mother, the Queen with the Phoenix Seal and the oldest Concubine Jing are the most distinguished in the harem. In front of so many foreign ministers, he invited
Princess Ling Hui sat next to him, wasn't she secretly declaring her sovereignty to everyone?
"Please give me a message, Eunuch Cao," Ling Hui said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone. "Ling Hui is a relative. It is unreasonable for her to sit on the seat. She is afraid of causing criticism. If my aunt were here, I would definitely not let me sit next to her."
From the beginning to the end, she never raised her head to look at Fu Deyou, and what she said was polite and impeccable. This time, she was afraid that Fu Deyou was being sentimental.
After Eunuch Cao had no choice but to go back and explain what Ling Hui meant, Fu Deyou just shook his head and smiled and didn't seem to be angry about it, which surprised Chu Miao'er.
Could it be that Fu Deyou was so enamored of Ling Hui? However, Chu Miaoer quickly rejected her idea.
"Your Majesty." Chu Xianxue suddenly stood up. She was already wearing thin clothes, but this salute just exposed her flawless shoulders, "I have also prepared a song for the Emperor..."
Her expression was shy and slightly angry, and her originally sweet voice deliberately lengthened its ending, revealing a hint of shyness. Her gesture of reaching out to cover her chest was even more revealing, and even more so, anyone who saw it would have to say "Hibiscus."
It’s not as good as beauty’s makeup, and the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green flowers.”
Fu Deyou was attracted by her charming and pure appearance at the beginning, but looking at her now, she is no different from when they first met. There are countless women in the palace, but there are very few who can match Chu Xianxue's beauty.
However, in comparison, Concubine Yang and Al Yunduo were more bold and unrestrained in bed matters, and they always gave him unexpected surprises. Naturally, they gradually ignored Chu Xianxue. Thinking of how cold they had been to her these days, Fu Deyou suddenly felt
I felt a little apologetic.
"I had known that Concubine Xue was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Since she was already prepared, I was all ears." Fu Deyou said softly.
Concubine Yang on the side refused to obey and stood up, pouting and saying: "Your Majesty——"
"The queen hasn't spoken yet, what are you going to do? Do you have to compete with Concubine Xue?" Fu Deyou lowered his voice slightly, "How is it appropriate to act like this when you have just been promoted to concubine?"
Seeing that he protected Chu Xianxue every word, Concubine Yang sat down again aggrievedly, but her eyes still stared hatefully.
Chu Miaoer was paying attention to their every move below. This was the first time she met the rumored Yang Guiren. She heard that she had just been promoted to concubine a few days ago and now she was sitting with Chu Xianxue.
In terms of her life and background, she is not qualified to be compared with Chu Xianxue, but for the emperor to give her such an honor, he must be a capable master.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty, I will show my shame." Chu Xianxue said, looking at Fu Deyou tenderly, her eyes filled with emotion.
"It's only been a few days since we last met, Concubine Xue has made a lot of progress," Al Yunduo couldn't help but lean towards her, chuckled and joked, "You are indeed the sister of the princess, and I have changed my view of you just now.
"
Chu Xianxue paused as she prepared to stand up, then turned slightly to look at her. After looking at her for a long time, she said, "Really? Xue'er would like to thank my sister for the compliment."
It is not difficult to hear the helplessness and sorrow in her tone. Many women in the harem are like this. They try their best to get the emperor to take one more look at them, and one glance is enough.
While Chu Xianxue was thinking about what her eldest sister said, that she wanted to use her appearance to seduce the emperor, she couldn't let go of her dignity, so naturally she felt very uncomfortable.
Seeing her suppressing the redness in her eyes, Al Yunduo stopped making fun of her, curled his lips and continued eating.
Seeing Concubine Xue come down from the stage to play in person, the dancers all stepped aside to free up the entire front hall for her.
Chu Xianxue wore a red dress and sat in front of the piano, stroking the strings with her slender hands. Gradually, the melodious and melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed out from her fingertips.
The ministers were attracted by the sound of the piano and listened attentively, their faces changing expressions according to the music.
Chu Miao'er looked at the calm and composed Chu Xianxue and felt very sorry.
With her stunning appearance and status as the youngest daughter of Prime Minister Chu, Chu Xianxue can easily choose her future husband among the nobles in Kyoto, and with Prime Minister Chu supporting her behind her back, it is impossible for the other party to let her suffer any harm.
An ounce of grievance.
Chu Xiong spent most of his energy and love on her, doting on her and caring for her. She should have had a happy, comfortable and enviable life.
It's just that her father, who loves her the most, is so angry with her that he has lost all interest in following her. Now he still wants to please others and show off his lust...
"What a pity..." Chu Miaoer chuckled and shook his head, speaking in a voice that could only be heard by two people.
I originally thought that Fu Yunqi was silent because he agreed with his point of view, but unexpectedly he just said flatly: "Although she is good at playing the piano, she has no emotions of her own. She is like a pool of stagnant water. It won't fade even if you throw a stone."
The waves are coming."
"Are you really listening to the piano?" Chu Miao'er leaned over and whispered, "Of course it's far worse than Mrs. Huyin's, but the beauty playing the piano is still the 'most beautiful woman in Kyoto'. Even just looking at her appearance is a visual feast.
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The banquet had just begun, Concubine Jing asked the Emperor to leave, quietly retreated, and walked towards their direction to take a look, and then quickly looked away, as if she was looking at Fu Yanshuo or Fu Yunqi.
Seeing that Chu Miao'er was a little confused, Fu Yunqi explained: "Concubine Jing has always been like this. She has been worshiping Buddha for a long time and doesn't like such a noisy environment. In the past, she would leave as soon as the banquet started."
So that's the case, no wonder he was given the title "Jing", Chu Miaoer nodded.
Fu Lilian and Xu Ning listened carefully, with clear and calm eyes. Chu Qianqian smiled slightly and sat very upright.
Looking from her position, she could just vaguely see Chu Xianxue's delicate and delicate skin, looming under the gauze. It must be said that Chu Xianxue's lines were indeed so perfect that even women would envy her.
But the more perfect something is, the more people find it unpleasant.