Dance clothes were flying, people were drinking and drinking, everyone's faces were dazzling at the palace banquet, and joy was overflowing.
The beautiful dancers sang and danced in the square, and the performances were wonderful. The music of silk and bamboo drums was sweet and lingering.
"Shixuan has heard that Concubine Xi has a deep knowledge of singing, dancing and musical instruments. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see her wonderful performance today?" Amidst the laughter of the crowd, suddenly Ge Shixuan, who was sitting in the front row at the bottom left, chuckled softly.
Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Xi, she smiled slightly, and just as she was about to say something, Murong Yun beside her had already said: "This little lady of mine does have some small ideas and talents, but I can only give up.
Let her perform for me alone."
After the Holy Spirit said this, no one should make excessive demands. Ge Shixuan just smiled faintly, raised his glass to Yang Xi, and drank it all in one gulp. His free and unrestrained temperament was really moving.
Yang Xi smiled back and wanted to raise a glass in return. Unexpectedly, Murong Yun gently snatched the wine glass up into the air, and all the wine in the glass fell into his mouth. Shazhu! He smiled helplessly, but couldn't help but feel a trace of sweetness.
Ge Shixuan glanced at the two of them with complex eyes and said nothing. However, the man beside her kept staring at Yang Xi, smiling very ghostly.
"Who is he?" Taking advantage of Murong Yun's response to the minister's toast, Yang Xi leaned over and quietly asked Lianxin who was sitting behind him.
"The national master's senior brother, Tao Ren." Lianxin had never had a good impression of this gloomy man. "It is said that this man has deep knowledge of witchcraft and witchcraft. He is very strange. Master, try to have as little contact with him as possible."
Yang Xi nodded and stopped talking, but the name Taoren, the look in his eyes, felt strangely familiar...
"What's wrong?" Murong Yun quietly held her hand again and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She shook her head slightly and tried to retract her hand, but he held it tighter. "Yun... Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
But he smiled brightly, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the ministers. This smile was graceful. "You know I have never been self-respecting."
"Your Majesty, how come we didn't see General Jie and Yan Dutong at the banquet?" Ge Shixuan's voice sounded again, soft and soft, and it was very pleasant to hear.
Coincidentally, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Jie Xu and Yan Yu striding over amidst the weird voices of the eunuchs. This was the first time they saw these two people since Yang Xi committed suicide and woke up. Especially
, it seems that Yan Yu met him for the first time after treating his injuries.
After the two people saluted Murong Yun, they also greeted Yang Xi in unison, without missing a trace of the proper etiquette. After the two people sat down, Yan Yu raised his wine glass and smiled sincerely at Yang Xi: "Concubine Xi, this glass of wine belongs to me.
Dear empress, thank you for your help!"
After that, drink it all in one gulp.
Yang Xi glanced sideways at Murong Yun, and after getting his approval, she raised her glass and smiled back at Yi Yanyu. She drank in small sips until the bottom of the glass was turned towards Tian Tian and she slowly put it down. Gong E next to her filled her with more.
.
"I also pay tribute to your Majesty and your empress." Jie Xu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. After putting down the glass, he no longer looked at the two of them. He silently took the other glass of wine that Gong E filled and tasted it alone without speaking.
Yang Xi held the wine glass and didn't know whether to drink or not. She didn't understand such court etiquette at all. Seeing Murong Yun drink the glass silently, she had no choice but to follow him and drink the wine. However, this wine had
It was a little bit inexplicably bitter and choking, and I accidentally choked on the alcohol and coughed rapidly.
Lianxin stood up quickly, patted her back gently, and said softly: "Master, drink slowly."
Yang Xi nodded slightly, her pink face was flushed with red due to coughing. Looking from a distance, she could only feel that her face was as beautiful as a flower, intoxicating and moving. Jie Xu looked at her infatuatedly, and the cup in his hand quietly fell to the ground, and there was a burst of beer.
Since that night, he had never seen her again, and he did not dare to see her again. Despite this, her soft body, delicate red lips, and the weak heartbeat under his palm became his nightmare every night, all night long.
They tortured him all night long, making him ecstasy, and even more so, making him unbearable and suffering unspeakably.
He thought that he would not miss her without seeing her, but he didn’t know that the flames of missing him were getting higher and higher, and burning more and more fiercely! See you tonight, she was dressed in a gorgeous dress, elegant and charming, her pretty face lightly painted with makeup was shining with hope, and she was seductive. He knew,
This demonic barrier will never be overcome again!
The person next to him gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, successfully pulling back his thoughts and wanton eyes.
"Let's drink." Yanyu raised his wine glass and said in a low voice.
He stopped talking, but ignored him and drank one cup after another.
The banquet was still going on in a lively atmosphere. Tao Ren, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his voice: "When I was traveling with my junior sister in the Liang Kingdom, I heard that Yandu Tong was seriously injured in a plot more than a month ago, but I don't know how the injury is now.
Have you recovered?"
Yanyu smiled back and said loudly: "Thanks to your concern, Yan has fully recovered. Don't worry."
The two toasted to each other and drank.
Listening to the tone of their conversation and the names they addressed themselves, Taoren seemed to be just a person in the world, not a member of the imperial court. Yang Xi glanced at him, unconsciously picked up the wine glass again, and drank slowly.
There are many fogs in my heart, all of which seem to be related to this man, but I can't always connect them. Why are those eyes so familiar?
In the blink of an eye, the fourth glass of wine was down, and my head gradually became heavy.
I'm confused but still can't figure it out.
Tao Ren's eyes fell on her face again, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled. This smile did not look like the frivolity of a scoundrel, nor did it look like a polite response from a stranger, but it seemed like he was talking to an old acquaintance.
Friends flirt with each other.
Did they know each other before? However, she couldn't remember at all...
If it is Murong Yan's old life, but she is now wearing Yang Xi's shell, it is impossible for him to know him. If it is someone who "Yang Xi" knew in the past, then she does not have half of the memory of "Yang Xi"
I shouldn't feel familiar with him.
Why is this?
She wanted to go back and ask Lianxin about this peach kernel, but her head suddenly became dizzy, her body swayed a little, and everything in front of her eyes gradually blurred.
"How?" Murong Yun's deep voice came from above his head.
She rubbed her forehead, wanting to see his face, and then tilted her head back and fell backwards. Murong Yun secretly grabbed her arm, and Lianxin behind him immediately held her firmly.
"Send her back to Chuyang Garden." This demon is probably very drunk. "I'll take care of her."
Tonight, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back early to be with you.
"This slave knows!" Lianxin responded respectfully, helped up Yang Xi, who was completely limp, and slowly exited, followed closely by the two palace ladies.
Seeing several figures gradually disappearing into the night, Murong Yun withdrew his cold eyes, looked back, and glanced at Tao Ren inadvertently.
He withdrew his eyes and drank in silence, without any strange look on his face.