Because men and women were seated on the left and right sides, Luo Jiuli could see most of the men opposite him when he raised his head.
As for the distance between her and Xiao Mingxuan, one is the first person in front of others, and the other is the last person behind the people.
The first person in front of everyone is naturally Xiao Mingxuan, and the last person in the back is Luo Jiuli herself.
But what surprised her was that the matrons and ladies of each house who followed them into the palace were sitting separately from their own ladies. The ladies of each house, headed by Mrs. Hu, were closer to the Queen Mother, followed by the noble ladies.
, ladies’ seats.
What made Luo Jiuli even more suspicious and even instantly alert was that the lady sitting on her left was actually Lu Xiyun, a princess who had been given the title of princess and was a handkerchief to Hu Bingyu. Princess Xiyun was not sitting next to Hu Bingyu.
Instead of sitting next to her.
This is interesting.
Luo Jiuli put a piece of candied date in his mouth and glanced at Hu Bingyu in front of him with a vague look.
Obviously, Hu Bingyu had seen many such occasions. She sat aside elegantly, with a decent smile at the corner of her mouth. She was two parts ladylike and three parts quiet, gentle and gentle, acting like a lady.
Coupled with her carefully dressed makeup and pale pink dress, she has bright eyes and white teeth, and a peach-shaped face.
The princes and princes of the houses opposite could not open their eyes.
Among the many men, Luo Jiuli saw a familiar face, the eldest son of the Earl of Yongxin who was beaten by her last time in Yilanxiang.
Coincidentally, after the eldest son took an infatuated look at Hu Bingyu, he met Luo Jiuli's eyes in the air.
Luo Jiuli could clearly see that he was startled.
Then, with a gloomy face, he gritted his teeth at Luo Jiuli, as if to say hello.
Luo Jiuli smiled sarcastically and looked back indifferently.
Sooner or later, you will have to deal with this incompetent dog man.
"Sister, are you Miss Luo Er of Duke Yiguo's Mansion?"
On the right, a questioning voice sounded.
Luo Jiuli turned his head and saw a girl with a delicate face, rosy face, slightly curled eyelashes, and a pair of bright eyes.
"Who are you?"
Luo Jiuli didn't recognize this girl.
The girl smiled, gentle and weak.
"Sister Li doesn't recognize me. My name is Shen Miaoqian. I just returned to the capital a year ago."
Luo Jiuli was stunned for a moment.
Shen Miaoqian, Shen Miaoqing.
"What is your relationship with Editor Shen of the Hanlin Academy?"
The girl smiled and clenched the handkerchief inexplicably with her fingers.
"That's my father."
"What about Shen Miaoqing?"
"Shen Miaoqing is my sister."
The veil in the girl's hand tightened again.
Luo Jiuli really felt that an invitation was better than a chance encounter. She only found out about her eldest brother and Shen Miaoqing, and then met Shen Miaoqing's sister.
"What about your sister Shen Miaoqing? Is she coming today?"
She felt it was necessary to meet this woman who even her mother praised for her extraordinary temperament.
Shen Miaoqian smiled and shook her head, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
"My sister is unwell and is recuperating at home."
"What disease does your sister have? Has she seen a doctor?"
Shen Miaoqian nodded and said it was not painful or itchy.
"It's just because of the cold weather. My father is afraid that my sister will behave inappropriately in front of the palace, so I have been invited to attend the palace banquet tonight."
Luo Jiuli said oh and didn't think much about it.
At this time, on the high platform built near the water, the song ended.
The dancers knelt down and bowed before retreating.
The palace banquet also became quiet.
On the throne, the emperor raised a toast, his smile was gentle, and his tone was less majestic than in the past.
"Today is a palace banquet hosted by the Queen Mother, and it is also a chrysanthemum viewing banquet. You must not be formal."
"Thank you, Queen Mother, for your kindness."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."
Everyone seemed to be discussing it, and they all said the same compliments.
At this time, someone among the female relatives got up and walked out, knelt on the ground and worshiped.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I would like to take advantage of this beautiful scenery to dance for Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty and all of you."
The person kneeling on the ground is none other than Madam Su, who just made things difficult for Luo Jiuli in Zhichung Pavilion.
The emperor put down his wine glass, and the queen mother beside him smiled faintly.
"You are the wife of Su Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry? The Ai family heard that your daughter Su Xinrou is not only beautiful, but she also practices red makeup dance hard. Is this true?"
When Mrs. Su heard that it was the Queen Mother who was asking the question in person, she immediately said in fear:
"Back to the Empress Dowager, although my daughter has practiced hard, the skills she has acquired are not one ten thousandth of what the Empress Dowager did back then."
"The Queen Mother created the original red makeup dance, which shocked everyone and caused a sensation in the capital. To this day, no one can compare with the miracle of the red makeup dance."
How good is Mrs. Su's words? As for whether it was a temporary idea, she still practiced it countless times at home.
This is unknown, but her words pleased the Queen Mother very well.
I saw the Queen Mother with a gentle smile on her face.
"That being the case, Mrs. Su is determined. I'll grant you permission."
"Thank you, Queen Mother, and thank you, Your Majesty."
Mrs. Su bowed and returned to the dining room.
Opposite, on the stage facing the water, music sounded, and a woman dressed in red, with a white gauze covering her face, dancing in a phoenix bun in the air, with a slim waist, flew and floated gently to the center of the stage.
Luo Jiuli curled his lips. From the moment Su Xinrou appeared to the time she started dancing, her eyes never left the emperor.
It can be seen that her dance was not for outsiders to see, but for the emperor to see. Although the emperor was old enough to be her father, there was nothing she could do about it. The emperor was rich and powerful, and everyone had their own ambitions.
Luo Jiuli calmly withdrew his gaze and looked to the opposite side, and Xiao Mingxuan also happened to look up at her.
Their eyes met in the air, and they smiled tacitly and in unison.
"Sister Li, what are you laughing at?"
Beside her, Shen Miaoqian took a sip of fruit wine and looked over at her.
Luo Jiuli turned his attention to Su Xinrou, who was dancing enchantingly on the high platform.
"It's nothing, I just think Miss Su's dance is pretty good."
"oh."
Shen Miaoqian nodded and took another sip of wine, a strange undercurrent appeared in her eyes.
On the other side, Princess Xiyun had been watching Luo Jiuli's every move with her peripheral vision from beginning to end. The scene where she just looked at the Ninth Prince and smiled at the Ninth Prince was completely visible to her.
It seems that the rumors that have spread a lot in the past few days about the close relationship between Luo Jiuli and the Nine Kings are not groundless.
Her eyes couldn't help but look at King Zhao across from him. At this time, King Zhao was finishing talking to King Xuan beside him. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the female family members for the first time. His eyes fell squarely on Luo Jiuli.
His eyes greedily moved around Luo Jiuli's body several times, but he never took them back. His eyes were full of delicate tenderness and love.
As for whether the emotion in his eyes is true or false, only he himself knows.
But it was this look that made Princess Xiyun panic completely. She remembered what Mrs. Hu said.
The author has something to say: On July 1st, Party Founding Day, I wish our great motherland prosperity, and also wish all readers and friends that in the new July, all the good things in study, work, and life will come as scheduled.