Halfway through the song, the sound of the pipa gradually sounded. The musician's fingers were flicking or twirling, which was dizzying. The sound of the pipa was either melodious or exciting. There was not even a single word in the song, only a female voice singing softly, as if weaving together the singing voice and the pipa sound.

Like a dream.

Finally I saw clearly the appearance of the singing woman. She was wearing a light green smoked gauze dress and a white veil on her face. Only her eyes were exposed. What kind of eyes were those? It seemed like she had thousands of words to say to you, including

The brimming water seems to look into your heart. The black eyes turn slightly, as if they are trying to draw away the soul of the person. The long eyelashes tremble slightly, and your heart will follow.

Trembling.

Her satin-like long hair reaches her waist, and is held up by a simple wooden hairpin, with a few strands hanging down her cheeks. She really calls out for it, half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms, and the guests are immersed in such fairy music and beauty.

In the color, until the end of the song, there was still a lingering sound that lingered around and refused to wake up. Mo Xi stood quietly on the empty stage. At that time, the moonlight happened to pour down and fell on Mo Xi, like in the moon palace.

The fairy who walked out.

Mo Xi, who was holding the pipa, gently rubbed the pipa strings with his hands, and raised his eyes with trembling eyes. If he couldn't attract his attention today, then the mission had failed.

And do you want the mission to fail or succeed?

In that silence where the drop of a needle could be heard, Baili Muyun still maintained a reclining posture, resting his forehead on one hand, as if he was dozing, but he was looking at the man on the stage with slightly squinted eyes.

Mo Xi let out a long sigh in his heart. He had to serve others with sex after all. Holding the pipa in his arms, he bowed slightly and said, "My daughter wishes my emperor a happy wedding. Long live my emperor."

The clear and shallow voice was not flattering. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, carrying some peach blossom petals. The veil on Mo Xi's face fell with the wind, and a few strands of black hair floated, making her face as smooth and white as jade.

Flawless, beautiful nose, cherry lips, so beautiful, unparalleled in the world.

The veil fell to the ground, and Mo Xi looked a little panicked, like a frightened deer, which was particularly pitiful. He was about to hold Pipa and walk down, but someone grabbed his wrist.

"What's your name?" Baili Muyun carried the wine bottle and walked onto the stage crookedly. He even fell down on the steps. The civil and military officials wanted to laugh but had to hold back. He smelled of alcohol.

His mouth was close to Mo Xi's ear.

"Back to the Emperor, Mo Xi, a commoner girl." Mo Xi tilted his head slightly and saw from the corner of his eye that his red Jifu was covered with wine stains. He only answered softly, with a hint of indifference in his voice.

All the guests were in an uproar, this was Mo Xi, this was the legendary Mo Xi.

People in the world have only heard how beautiful Mo Xi is and how good at singing, but no one has ever seen Mo Xi's beauty. When I saw her today, she was comparable to a heavenly being, that's probably the case.

"Fuxing." A heavy nasal sound sounded, and then the Queen Mother walked out from behind the curtain. The pink lips of Mo Xi's veil pursed slightly, Baili Muyun was no match for the Queen Mother.

He is about forty years old, well-maintained, his hair is neatly combed, and he looks dignified. His voice does not have the hoarseness of an old man, but is quite pleasant to the ear, but his face is not very good-looking.

"Your Majesty." The Queen Mother called out displeasedly, and Baili Muyun, who was standing on the stage, raised his head and waved vigorously to the Queen Mother, "Mother, my son is here."

"Today is your happy day, how can you get entangled with other women like this?" The Queen Mother said in a serious tone. Mo Xi seemed to be frightened, and his shoulders shook slightly, which happened to fall into Baili Muyun's eyes. His helpless look was really annoying.

People feel sad.

"Mother, you have misunderstood. This woman plays the pipa really well. I like to listen closely, and I am just about to ask her shameless questions." Baili Muyun said.

Baili Muyun looked at Mo Xi's slightly drooped eyes, burped, and asked: "The song tonight is very special, who taught you it?"

"A folk girl happened to pass by the city of Sichuan. I heard the song from there. The name of the song reminds me of Shu." Mo Xi's hand holding the pipa relaxed slightly, and he raised his head with some gratitude and smiled faintly at Baili Muyun, but he ignored the peach blossoms in the garden.

After comparing the colors, Baili Muyun was distracted for a moment.

This was also the first time that Mo Xi took a closer look at Baili Muyun. He had long eyebrows on his temples and clear outlines showing determination. A thin lip under his tall nose was holding a frivolous smile. But for some reason, Mo Xi suddenly felt that he was muddy.

There is indifference and forbearance hidden in the unclear eyes, but they are gone at a glance, just like an illusion.

"Sishu? That's a good name. My little beauty, why don't you stay and be a musician for me? Well, I'll ask the prime minister." Baili Muyun smiled evilly, muttered to himself again, and took the

The jug drunkenly swayed off the stage, came to the prime minister, poured a glass of wine and handed it to the prime minister, laughing and saying: "Prime Minister... no, father-in-law, that woman plays the pipa very well, Yun'er wants her to be a musician, that's great

?”

In front of all the civil and military officials in the world, Baili Muyun had to ask the prime minister for a musician. It shows how useless the king of his country is, and how powerful the rightists are. But this is not the case.

Mo Xi only cares about Baili Muyun. Was that really an illusion just now?

Prime Minister Zuo Dao stroked his beard and looked at Mo Xi. She was standing there alone, and there really was no threat. He looked at Baili Muyun's muddy and slightly drunk eyes, and did not take the hand from Baili Muyun.

Holding the wine glass, he was about to say something when he heard a loud shout.

"Wu Yuezhong, the envoy of the Northern Qing Dynasty, is here to attend my emperor's visit. Long live my emperor." Suddenly, a sound of kowtow came from the crowd, and only one person was seen standing out from the crowd, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.

"I'm sorry, what's wrong with you, dear?" Baili Muyun turned around and asked curiously.

Wu Yuezhong stood up. He was just a short man, but with sharp eyes, he could tell that he was a shrewd man. After he stood up, he thanked Baili Muyun first, and then said: "I have an unkind request, and I hope the emperor will grant it."

?”

Baili Muyun became interested. On his wedding day, an envoy from his vassal country actually wanted to make a request to him. Moreover, it was actually in front of the prime minister, knowing that the prime minister always loved to make decisions for him.

He burped and muttered, "Please tell me first."

"I, Prince Tao He, the crown prince of the Northern Qing Dynasty, have long heard of Miss Mo Xi's reputation. He has always wanted to invite Miss Mo Xi to the Northern Qing Dynasty for a visit, but he has never had the chance. Therefore, Wei Chen would like to take this opportunity to ask for the emperor's permission to invite Mo Xi.

Girl, go to the Northern Qing Dynasty."

A hint of danger flashed almost invisible in Baili Muyun's eyes. He scratched his head and looked at Zuo Dao with a blank expression. He asked him at a loss: "Father-in-law, it's so annoying that this person from the Northern Qing Dynasty wants to steal something from me.

But what should we do?”

Mo Xi stood on the stage, looking at them like an outsider, even though they were talking about themselves. Mo Xi glanced at Wu Yuezhong, who seemed to be respectful. Just now the emperor said that he wanted to join the palace as a musician, and he forced

Not eager to jump out and invite her to the Northern Qing Dynasty, it is indeed a bit like what Baili Muyun said, that she is robbing him of something. Oh, this is my own thing.

Mo Xi was not in a hurry. She knew that she could definitely stay in the palace. She lowered her eyes slightly and raised her index finger holding the pipa gently and then placed it on the pipa. This was an action she would only do when she was relaxed.

Sure enough, no matter how the prime minister dominates the court and does not take the emperor seriously, Xuan Qianguo will always fight among himself, but he will not tolerate the provocation of a small vassal state. He only gave Baili Muyun a slight bow. After making his move, he straightened up and said, "Go back to the emperor. Is there anything in the world that belongs to the royal family? Since he is the one you like, no one will want to go."

Then he said to Wu Yuezhong, the envoy of the Northern Qing Dynasty: "Since your eldest son likes to play pipa music, tomorrow the Japanese officials will find ten or eight for you and send them to the Northern Qing Dynasty."

He was extremely arrogant and did not take the Northern Qing Dynasty into his eyes at all. Wu Yuezhong did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, and looked grateful to the prime minister for his understanding.

What a coincidence that this person from the Northern Qing Dynasty came, Mo Xi glanced at the thin Wu Yuezhong and thought to himself.

"Look, Queen Mother, my father-in-law has agreed." Baili Muyun seemed to be really drunk, calling out to his father-in-law.

The Queen Mother looked at the Prime Minister, saw the Prime Minister nodded slightly, and then said slightly dissatisfied: "I will obey you this time, and don't make any nonsense next time."

"Yes, I understand." After saying that, he wanted to salute respectfully, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground, which made everyone laugh. Baili Muyun pointed at Wu Yuezhong with a roar. He scolded: "Humph, go back and tell that prince, I won't give it to him who sings pipa music!"

After scolding Wu Yuezhong and letting go of his anger, Baili Muyun leaned softly on Eunuch Hua and sneered at the prime minister: "Father-in-law, can I...can I go to the bridal chamber?" He burped again.

"Go." Zuo Dao waved his hand with some disgust. If he didn't still need his name as an upright emperor, he would have been deposed long ago. He wanted to marry her daughter, what a dream!

Mo Xi had already put on her veil again and left the stage. As expected, a eunuch told her as soon as the stage came out that the emperor wanted to keep her as a musician in the palace and there was no need to leave the palace again.

Mo Xi told the little eunuch that he couldn't get used to the life in the palace. He thanked the emperor for his kindness and was about to go outside the palace.

"Girl, wait a minute, it's not the emperor who wants to keep you in the palace, it's the Prime Minister who said so." The little eunuch's eyes were full of arrogance and disdain. No matter how beautiful a woman is, in the eyes of the eunuch, she is nothing. And the Prime Minister, He is the real master of the world and works for the prime minister. He has reason to be arrogant and disdainful of a musician.
Chapter completed!