Chapter 44: Oh, you've used all the beauty tricks?
Yelu Zihan sent a large group of palace maids to come over and dress me up with my clothes tied up. They also used the Situ Quan incident to ridicule me, pitifully saying that they were afraid that the "master-servant contract" would harm him.
It was really a provocation and a beauty trick. Seeing that he wanted me to go so enthusiastically, I had no choice but to dress up and go.
The ministers are still there, the food and drinks are the same, even the singing and dancing are not much different from before, and Sikong Fu doesn’t have to put in much effort for our practice. Isn’t this just a torment?
Fortunately, I still had some good food to satisfy my hunger, which was the only thing worthy of cheering in the midst of sorrow.
Jiang Wuhua is the best example of a good woman in ancient times. I really want to turn a deaf ear to Yelu Zihan or just ignore this woman, so that she can save her so much thought about him.
She was not tired from doing it, but I was tired just by looking at it. This guy who peeled fruit and poured wine was so considerate, and I was confused. Yelvzihan tried all his tricks to trick me here. Was it just to watch their show?
Can't be intimate?
According to my understanding of Yelu Zihan, it seems that he has not yet reached such a shameless level.
What happened next confirmed that my guess was quite accurate.
About halfway through the banquet, everyone present began to relax, doing their own thing, except for toasting and chatting.
You said that at least some dice can be played at a party in the 21st century, and shouting with a few microphones is a bit trivial.
In ancient times, the facilities were not complete, and it was just like having high-level social gatherings under the guise of a farewell party. I was not bothered enough when I sat there, but my buttocks started to hurt.
At this moment, a loud drum beat sounded. The sound was so loud that everyone at the banquet, including me, was lifted up.
Yeah, this Sikong Fu has prepared a surprise? But now that his wife has run away, is he still in the mood to do all these things?
I glanced at Sikong Fu secretly, and the surprise on his face was a little less than mine. It seemed that this "surprise" was not caused by him.
I glanced at Yelu Zihan again, and his expression seemed more natural. I thought about his abnormal behavior of trying every possible means to get me to attend the banquet today, combined with his current calmness, and relying on my woman's sixth sense,
What happens next must have something to do with him.
The sound of the drum changed from fast to slow, from rapid to slow, and two white figures flew in from outside the palace using light skills.
It was obvious that they were already flying in mid-air, and their skirts, which were about thirty or forty meters long, were dragging on the ground as they flew, like two flowing clouds. They were also holding flower baskets in their hands, rhythmically.
Sprinkled with pink petals.
This "purely handmade" scene is a bit more lively than the scenes set up by science in the 21st century.
This unexpected performance made the imperial guards in front of the emperor be more vigilant. Everyone had their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to fight at any time.
The sound of the drums suddenly stopped, followed by the clanging sound of the piano. The sound of the piano was originally a soft and beautiful thing, but this piece of music that I had never heard before played out with a soft yet strong momentum. The atmosphere was actually no better than the deafening drum sound just now.
The voice was inferior, and the guards' expressions became more solemn, not daring to relax their guard at all.
As the music played faster and faster, a group of dancers dressed in all white exposed their navels and twisted their slender waists.