Seeing this, Xiang Mo was so happy that she couldn't help but say, "Mother, although tonight's performance is a bit outrageous, it seems to be very popular with everyone."

Murong Qianqian's eyes slightly raised, she held her chin with one hand and corrected: "This is not out of the ordinary, this is novel~ Hey, it's terrible to be uneducated!"

…

After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

A song called "Happy Worship" is well-known in the royal palace and among the people. No matter men, women, old or young, children, old women and children, they can always hum a few lines.

Since then, because of Murong Qianqian's pioneering work, the Xuanying music scene has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the music industry has entered a new era that attracts attention.

At the same time, there is a popular program across the country, and that is the catwalk show.

However, due to the scope of Xuanyuan Yao's authority and his strong crackdown on pornography and illegal activities, and the fact that common people are not guilty of the same crimes as the emperor, the excitement of this fashion show was slightly inferior.

But this naturally does not target certain places, such as the Fireworks Pavilion.

At this moment, the gorgeous stage was full of enchantment, and the brothel girls who were more revealing than the other were walking around on the stage with their buttocks swaying, which made people daydream.

The whistles, applause, and shouts from the audience came and went one after another, and they were heard all the time, and they only lifted the roof of the Fireworks Pavilion.

The window of Piaoxiangju was slightly pushed open, revealing a pair of slender, white and slender hands. Looking up, it turned out to be a face that would make a country fall.

Murong Qianqian held a folding fan in her hand, but this time it was not a white fan, but a pink lotus and green leaf inscribed fan.

The flowers and characters on the fan were all written by Xuanyuan Yao himself after she stalked, coerced and lured her. In the end, she cried, made trouble and hanged herself.

Of course, her painstaking efforts are not to appreciate Xuanyuan Yao's writing. The main reason is that it can be used to fill the facade and pretend to be an elegant scholar. Second, if she really loses her money bag next time, she can sell the fan.

Change the package.

However, when she told Xuanyuan Yao this idea, he almost beat her to death.

Putting away the folding fan with a snap, Murong Qianqian leaned against the window lattice and looked back at the wolf in sheep's clothing - Xuanyuan Yao.

He still remained calm and calm. From the moment he entered Piaoxiang Residence, he neither called girls nor listened to music. He only had a jar of wine given to him and drank it himself.

Murong Qianqian curled her lips and cursed in her heart, damn the iron cock, damn the masked man, damn bisexuality, damn eighteen generations of ancestors.

Today, she was lying in the Lioxia Palace and sleeping in, dreaming that she was stepping on the red carpet and onto the stage of the Academy Awards, smiling from ear to ear, but...

She didn't know who pulled the red carpet under her feet. She stumbled and rolled down the steps. When she opened her eyes, she saw herself lying on the ground.

Xuanyuan Yao held her quilt with one hand, and said with an evil smile on his lips: "Queen, you are dreaming about spring, you are drooling so much while holding the quilt."

Murong Qianqian wiped a sleeve of dream saliva and said fiercely: "Your Majesty, don't worry, even if I have a dream of love, I will never lust after you."

After finishing everything, Murong Qianqian got a piece of information from Xuanyuan Yao's words. In order to cultivate a good emperor who would endure hardships and be considerate of the sufferings of the people, the emperors of the Xuanying Kingdom must pay private visits incognito after the Mid-Autumn Festival every year.
Chapter completed!