It turns out that the rituals of Daxia also vary from person to person. I just wonder if these noble ladies who are now performing so freely will remember that when they receive dance and music lessons at home, they will be like actors learning music.
Happiness is also an act of lowering one’s self-worth!
The sound of strings, strings, strings and bamboos was endless, and as soon as the feast started, there was naturally a fight among the ladies. When the first few women who were not very outstanding were on the stage, Yifang didn't take it seriously, but just saw the women surrounding her.
The ladies had expressions of disappointment or gloating on their faces, and felt a little happy in their hearts.
It wasn't that she was just watching indifferently, but there was too much reluctance accumulated in Yifang's heart. She entered the palace voluntarily, but it could be said that she wasn't. Her ideal day would be to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see Nanshan leisurely.
Yes, but if time is not with her, she can only walk on this path except being stepped on by others. There is no third way to go. So when she sees those noble ladies who usually pride themselves on their status and are superior, they are like goods.
When she was chosen by others, but she became the one to watch the show leisurely, she always felt an indescribable pleasure of revenge. Especially when she saw Xia Jie's serious expression, showing no signs of being tempted, and Yifang's smile.
Yes, there are more.
The first few women, the family obviously spent a lot of effort to inquire about Xia Jie's preferences. At least, among the fifteen noble women, Yifang saw his own shadow in seven of them. The same Danfeng is charming.
, the same water-color flowing light, and when singing and dancing, there is a sorrowful and lingering feeling just like when she sang Nagato's poem.
Silent contempt spread faintly in his eyes. The more and longer Yi Fang looked, the colder he felt in his heart. He waved his fan unintentionally with his fingers, looking at the woman who was currently dancing and singing in the field, and then heard a noble lady next to him.
After a pause in the narration, Yi Fang turned around and looked back, with a sharp look on his face, causing the lady to shut up.
"Snapped."
The jade handle of the fan fan made a crisp sound on the table, attracting many eyes. The lady's face became even more ugly, while Yi Fang just took a leisurely sip of sake and said lightly: "Mrs. Ronghou
You are so obsessed with this noble lady on stage, don’t you know that she and Madam are related?”
"As for my wife, she is my niece."
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Fang glanced at Mrs. Ronghou's face, and after a chuckle, like the sound of spring water, he walked across the stone. In the blink of an eye, there were no other words, and he seemed to have put all his energy into the scene again.
On the singing and dancing.
But at this time, Mrs. Ronghou had a dull expression on her face. Seeing the interested looks of people around her, and seeing the warning look from the opposite Marquis Rong, she felt regretful.
She only saw the most beautiful Yifang in the palace tonight, and she also saw Xia Jie's great love for Yifang, waiting for her niece to come on stage. When she saw Yifang smiling all night, she thought she was a concubine.
Yi Fang, who was born, should be a soft-spoken person, so he would keep talking in Yi Fang's ears and praising his niece. Who would have thought that this kind-looking empress Yi Fei would actually leave her there without knowing what to do.
What should I do? I don’t know if I have offended Yifang.
After this incident, the ladies who wanted to go up to Yifang to praise their daughters couldn't help but stop thinking. After all, the Hundred Flowers Banquet is about selecting concubines for the emperor. Even if it is to gain a reputation as a virtuous person, it will not really happen.
He is willing to pave the way for other women. Even if he has to pave the way, he should still cultivate his close relatives. Isn't that the case with the former Zhen Concubine. After thinking about this, the ladies no longer have any objections to Yifang.
She really gave her hope, but she had more jealousy and hostility towards the ladies of the Dou family, and the look she looked at the Dou family was more unkind.
Faced with these sudden looks of jealousy, Mrs. Dou was very happy in her heart. Without the possibility of being favored, how could she arouse people's jealousy? Thinking like this in her heart, Mrs. Dou looked at Yifang with a confused look.
She has saved a lot of ostentation and showing off. She wants to wait for her daughter Yilan to soar into the sky. Dou Yifang, a bitch, can become one of the four concubines in one step. Her Yilan has a noble status and outstanding appearance.
, maybe we can get past Dou Yifang tonight. By then, Hua Piaoling and Dou Zunian, these two eyesores, will go back to being pigs and dogs. As for Dou Yifang...
Mrs. Dou Wang just glanced at it with disdain and left it to Yilan to deal with it. Her poor Yilan had been holding it in for a long time. It was time for her to vent her anger with her own hands.
When he came into contact with Dou Wang's unkind eyes, Yi Fang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled. Dou Wang, Dou Wang, do you think you can't see the hatred hidden in your eyes? He hasn't even been chosen yet, but he's already making plans.
What happened to her? It’s really funny, Mrs. Dou Wang, you chose the best dancer for your daughter, and you chose the best singer to teach her. You found a great scholar to teach her calligraphy, painting, music and chess, but you didn’t know that these people are all
This is a great gift that I have painstakingly arranged for your daughter, Dou Yilan. As a concubine, I have done this for you and will pave the way for you later. You must remember to thank me!
With her slender fingers, she squeezed the wine glass in her hand, and pressed her teeth against the tip of her tongue. Feeling the slightest pain, Yi Fang showed a faint bitter smile on her lips, raised her head, and drank a glass of fine sake.
Throat.
That glass of wine entered Yifang's throat and also entered Xia Jie's heart. After seeing Yifang finish the contents of the glass in one gulp, and then drank three glasses of the powerful pear blossom wine, Xia Jie
His expression was gloomy, his eagle eyes were half-full, and his thin lips were pursed. He was about to call Li Fu to stop him, but in an instant he saw the fragility on that stunning face. He was startled, as if he had seen that
The woman soaked in the water, poisoned by snake venom, is as delicate as a solitary plum blossom that has been crushed under the winter snow. A lonely bunch blooms behind the ice and snow, helpless, cold and sad.
His heart was pulled painfully, as if a rope was slowly tightening his heart, making him unable to breathe. His whole body was heavy with the original turbidity in his body. Xia Jie still raised his hand,
He still called Li Fu over, but this time, he changed his explanation.
"Go and give the queen a glass of clear spring liquid."
Li Fu hesitated. Of course he knew which empress the empress was. Although there were many concubines coming tonight, as the person closest to the emperor, he knew very well that Xia Jie's eyes were fixed on her all night long.
A person who seems to be focused on singing and dancing on the stage is hiding extreme impatience and constant distraction. This also deepened his idea of choosing Yifang, but the Qingquan liquid is only for the emperor.
The sobering soup was given to the concubines, which means...