Although she initially went on a blind date with Zhao Changyuan with a stabbed heart, these years of staying together have made Gong Yueyue sink into Lin'an's gentle embrace and not want to wake up again.
In order to celebrate Zhao Changyuan's recovery from illness, all the royal family members gathered at the Qinghui Palace for a dinner. The smiling palace guests stepped on cloud-leaf shoes and red velvet carpets and served pure wine and Mingqian tea along the way.
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Looking at the bright red candlelight swinging in front of her eyes, Gong Yueyue felt her cheeks get hot, and an unconcealable blush crept onto her face. When Fang raised her head, she saw Liuhe, who was waiting next to the Empress Dowager Wu, with her lips in her mouth.
He stood in front of her with a smile on his face.
As she was wondering, Gong Yueyue's ears suddenly heard Liuhe's words: "Queen, the Queen Mother specially asked me to serve you this glass of wine to reconcile the events of the past few days."
Gong Yueyue looked at the carved tea saucer in Liuhe's hand with clear eyes, and saw a pure pear white drink in an exquisite glass cup swaying endlessly. Gong Yueyue smiled lightly, and suddenly looked calmly at Wu who was sitting down.
The queen mother looked over and saw her staring at her from afar.
Gong Yueyue lightly lowered her eyelashes, looked down at her increasingly bulging belly, then raised her petite cheeks and said to Liuhe: "Auntie, I have the intention to drink this cup of wine, but I am worried about hurting the child in my belly.
,How about I have tea instead of a bar?"
As she spoke, Gong Yueyue stretched out her jade-white fingers to gather the snow-green silk sleeves, and was about to pick up the small, snow-white tea cup on the desk. Unexpectedly, Liuhe quickly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tea cup, and clear tea swayed out.
It spread over her fingers and dripped onto the clean desk.
Gong Yueyue was in a dilemma with her delicate fingertips hanging in the air, her clear eyes squinted across Liuhe's smiling face, "Empress, please just obey the Queen Mother's wishes for today's family dinner. If this stalemate continues, you will be caught in the middle
It is Your Majesty who is suffering."
After pondering for a while, Gong Yueyue lightly pursed her thin red lips, then glanced down at the Queen Mother Wu who was sitting upright, lowered her head slightly, picked up the exquisite exquisite cup, raised her head and drank, and the pear blossom white alcohol flowed down her throat.
of falling.
As the candlelight flickered, Gong Yueyue smiled faintly at the Empress Dowager Wu who was not far away. She could only hear the warm sound of silk and bamboo in her ears, her soft white palms gently caressing her heart, and a beautiful picture was reflected in her dark pupils.
Beautiful pictures.
Fourteen cherry-petal glazed palace lanterns were hung high in the Qinghui Hall. The bright but not dazzling soft light shone through the clear glazed pieces squarely on the man and woman in the hall.
Sitting upright on the carved red sandalwood stool was Zhao Changyuan. His fair and sickly face was covered with a yellowish color, and his clear fingers were holding a green bamboo flute.
With the constant changing movements of his fingers, melodious and soft tunes jumped out from his soft lips. With the quiet night breeze of late spring, the warm and refreshing melody made people's hearts drunk.
Suddenly, a bright and eye-catching rose suddenly fell into Gong Yueyue's clear light. A delicately embroidered rose flower also bloomed charmingly between the undulating soft sleeves. Look up along the soft long sleeves.
Go, Gong Yin's beautiful face fills your eyes.
Today, she is even more gorgeous than before. A plum blossom is softly outlined with silver powder between her eyebrows, and her huge deer eyes are shining brightly.
Her plump, red lips were curled up in a seductive manner. Her graceful figure danced to the tunes played by Zhao Changyuan, and the fine crystal stones dotted on her black temple hair swayed brightly in the light as she danced.
All the royal family members present praised repeatedly: "This sister of Queen Gong is really beautiful and touching." Gazing at Gong Yin's young and energetic face, Gong Yueyue smiled faintly, stood up slowly and walked out of the side hall door.
The night air contains a faint fragrance of withered flowers, mixed with the sour smell of rotten petals. Gong Yueyue closed her eyes slightly and stood in front of a cluster of snow-white tea flowers, decorated with pearls and parrot clouds.
The light kick of the shoes stirred up pieces of fallen flowers, and the snow-white petals flew gently, just like the first snow falling.
Immersed in the silence of no one, suddenly a woman's voice sounded in Gong Yueyue's ears: "Queen, your sister's dance has eclipsed me as a dancer."
Following the sound, a slim woman in a jade-white spring shirt stood under the flower stand. Gong Yueyue's clear eyes lightly scanned her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but smile: "Bu Niang, it turns out it's you."
With a sigh of relief, Gong Yueyue stretched out her hand to climb up the low-hanging green branches of the flower stand, and said softly: "Yin'er's dancing skills are extraordinary. I feel happy after seeing it."
The dancer named Step Girl heard this and quickly clapped her hands and chuckled. She knelt down lovingly, reached out to pick up the delicate broken petals on the bluestone, and said softly: "In this life, as long as I can dance beside him, I will have no one else."
willing."
Quietly looking at the snow-white petals in her hand, Bu Niang's clear eyes bloomed with intoxication on her small cheeks, and her voice became much gentler: "Back then, he once praised my dancing. From then on, I
Then I made up my mind to stay by his side for the rest of my life."
Listening to her gentle and demure words, Gong Yueyue raised a faint smile on her flushed cheeks and said softly: "I can tell. I could tell it when I saw you dance at the first royal dinner after getting married. If there is no admiration,
, look at how his eyes can be so passionate, the ripples of light are filled with deep affection."
Gently gathering up her embroidered gold dress that trailed to the floor, Bu Niang's slim figure slowly rose up on the spring night, caressing the fine crystal stones dotted on her temples, and said with a chuckle: "I never have delusions."
She smiled and lifted up her jade-white spring shirt, letting it be blown gently by the evening breeze. Bu Niang stared at Gong Yueyue, who was smiling and silent in front of her, and said with a smile: "Because he likes women wearing jade-white and light plum clothes."
, so I caught it too.”
Staring at the red plum blossom on Bu Niang's thin clothes, Gong Yueyue smiled faintly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Bu Niang's gentle words: "Queen, the beauty of the second lady's dance is...
It's beautiful, but it lacks the charm after experiencing life. Don't be careless." After that, she swayed the gauze in her hand and walked slowly through the flowers and trees.
"What are you thinking about?" I don't know how long time passed, but a pair of generous hands gently hugged Gong Yueyue's thin shoulders, and smiled lightly: "I was thinking, sister Yin'er and you are really suitable for each other."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gong Yueyue's whole body was pulled over. Zhao Changyuan's nervous and slightly angry face fell straight into Gong Yueyue's smiling eyes, "You are the queen, and I must play the bamboo flute to dance with her."
, my queen is really petty."
Looking at his frown, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but smile softly. Her jade-white fingers caressed his eyebrows gently. Gong Yueyue closed her eyes tightly and covered Zhao Changyuan's warm chest.
"Are you tired?" Hearing Zhao Changyuan's gentle question, Gong Yueyue nodded gently in his arms. After a brief silence, Zhao Changyuan hugged Gong Yueyue and placed his gentle lips on her fluffy pussy.