The grand celebration ceremony finally came. The palace was filled with festive excitement and joy, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
Ye Jinjue sat high on the dragon chair, with his concubines surrounding him, enjoying himself happily.
The green jade hands are matched with blue and white porcelain, which is really beautiful. The graceful figure is as light as a swallow and leans forward. The peach blossom makeup, which is as red as fire, makes the skin as bright as jade and the smile is like a flower. The beauty is looking at her affectionately.
The emperor sitting above glanced at Concubine Qiao, who was nestled in Ye Jinjue's arms, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.
The beauty said softly: "Your Majesty, this is the soup that I personally made for you. Please taste it."
Ye Jinjue glanced at the beauty in front of him with pleasure, responded casually, and then looked at Qiaoer in his arms. The concubines surrounding him all looked like they were watching a good show, and the one who stood there holding a soup
The beauty's expression was very ugly. She gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, if this soup gets cold, it will lose its flavor."
Ye Jinjue glanced at it impatiently, and then slowly said: "Xiao Dezi, bring it up."
The chamberlain walked over, took the blue and white porcelain koi carp bowl from the beauty's hand, and handed it to Ye Jinjue.
Ye Jinjue picked up the bowl and gave the bowl of soup that he had painstakingly prepared to Concubine Qiao: "Qiao'er, drink this bowl of soup."
Liu Xinyan, who was sitting next to Ye Jinjue, had a sneer in her eyes. She looked at Ye Jinjue tenderly and said softly: "Your Majesty, this bowl of soup was made by Sister Lin. You should
I want to break her heart." After Liu Xinyan finished speaking, she glanced at Concubine Lin lightly.
Concubine Lin couldn't control her anger and said angrily: "Your Majesty, this soup is just as the Queen said, it was prepared carefully for the Emperor. Concubine Qiao, how can she deserve to eat what I made?"
Ye Jinjue nodded: "Oh, so that's what it is."
Ye Jinjue's soft voice made Concubine Lin quite proud. She calmed down, looked at Ye Jinjue charmingly, and called coquettishly: "Your Majesty..."
Her status in the harem, Concubine Lin, was only lower than that of the Empress. How could that bitch drink the soup she made with her own hands? Well, when the emperor got tired of her, she was still the emperor's favorite woman.
A look of cruelty gradually gathered in Ye Jinjue's eyes: "What? I want to reward Concubine with a bowl of soup, but you also question it? Someone, please remove the bowl of soup, and demote Concubine Lin to three levels in a row.
.From today onwards, Concubine Lin will make soup for Concubine Qiao every day for three consecutive months without any mistakes."
In an instant, Concubine Lin fell from the sky to the ground, where she was stunned.
Liu Xinyan seemed not to have thought that Ye Jinjue, who had always been kind and kind, would actually become so angry this time. She couldn't help but take a few more glances at the woman lying in Ye Jinjue's arms. Her beauty was among the concubines in the harem.
Medium, just average color, how could she please Ye Jinjue so much?
However, the current situation is a bit stiff. Liu Xinyan grinned and said with a smile: "Concubine Rong, I think back then, your dancing was amazing. Why don't you perform a stunning dance today to make us happy?"
Concubine Rong Yingying stood up and said, "I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."
The surrounding atmosphere became lively again, and the concubines were discussing in groups, whether there was laughter like silver bells. Liu Xinyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and she glanced at Ye Jinjue, who was still leaning against Ye Jinjue.
There was an imperceptible anger in Qiao'er's eyes.
There was constant singing and dancing during the banquet, mostly praising the peaceful and prosperous times.
Just when Bai Qiqian was feeling bored, one of the concubines spoke up: "I heard Princess Fuyao's singing was so moving. What's more, I heard that Princess Fuyao's song would make me taste meat in March."
A concubine agreed: "Last time at the Empress Dowager's birthday, Princess Fuyao sang a song that I will never forget."
There were many ladies at the banquet who had heard Bai Qiqian sing songs. In their opinion, the songs Bai Qiqian sang were very novel. Therefore, most of them looked at Bai Qiqian expectantly.
Bai Qiqian stood up, and as far as he could see, there were both figures. She couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, her beautiful face was covered with a layer of sadness, and the crescent mark on her forehead was emitting a faint golden light, soft and Beauty enveloped her body, adding a bit of warmth.
Thinking of Ye Liyuan, Bai Qiqian slowly sang:
There is no rest in the noisy world, and there are few connections and sorrows. The flowers have fallen and the sky is filled with sadness. All kinds of water flow into the cold autumn. The long pavilion remembers the king and the willows are folded, and people are losing weight due to sleepless nights. There are trees in the mountains and red beans grow, and the lovesickness enters the jar to brew mellow wine.
The light is mottled by the passage of time, broken and sparse shadows remain, and clouds emerge. The eyebrows are deeply furrowed, and the blue waves of the pool are wrinkled. Life is like a dream that is hard to hold on to, how can it last forever.
The setting sun casts shadows, and the long wind fills the sleeves. What's to blame for the love network, who knows the worries. Looking back, who is leaning alone in the small building, relying on the railing to make lovesickness. When you wake up from drinking and dreaming late, who remembers the romance.
After singing the song, Ye Jinjue suddenly clapped his hands, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes: "This song only exists in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world. Fuyao, I don't know who composed the lyrics for this song, but it is so touching and pathos ?”
Bai Qiqian pursed her lips and looked at Ye Liyuan neither humble nor overbearing: "This song was written by Fuyao."
Ye Jinjue's face showed no emotion at all: "I'm losing sleep all night long. I wonder who I miss in this song?"
Bai Qiqian smiled lightly and whispered: "Fuyao only loves Ye Liyuan in this life."
As soon as these words came out, everyone lamented and ridiculed, and most people were silent. Only Ye Ruochen stood not far away, his voice low and hoarse: "I only love in this life, if there is no such person in this world, wouldn't it be End of love."
Fuyao smiled: "Love is hard to break, and love is hard to die. But there is also a saying that once the sea was full of water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds."
Ye Ruochen seemed to be in a daze and walked back to his seat.
Bai Qiqian also retreated to her seat, suddenly feeling that what happened today was a bit inexplicable. Somehow, she raised her eyes to look at the aloof emperor. Ye Jinjue looked at her with a half-smile, not knowing what he was planning. Qiao'er beside him looked at Bai Qiqian worriedly, as if he wanted to say something to her alone.
When it was time for lunch, the chamberlains brought over the ministers and their wives.
When Bai Qiqian was about to leave, Qiaoer unexpectedly walked up to her, grabbed her, and motioned for Bai Qiqian to follow her.
After turning a few corners, Qiaoer led Bai Qiqian to an exquisite attic. Outside the bead curtain stood two maids. Qiaoer dragged her to the next room again, and the two of them eavesdropped. People inside talk.
Ye Jinjue turned his back to Ye Ruochen and said in a calm voice: "I know what you want to ask. I promise you that I can reward you with Princess Fuyao."
Ye Ruochen's brows were filled with joy, as if he couldn't believe it: "Brother Emperor, are you telling the truth?"
Ye Jinjue turned around and said, "Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Since you two truly love each other, I'm also happy to help you. Of course, I put Princess Fuyao under house arrest in Fangfei Palace to contain Ye Liyuan.
.But now it seems that Ye Liyuan doesn't care about her life or death. So, she is not an advantageous chess piece in my hands, so I might as well help you."
"Thank you, Brother Huang." Ye Ruochen had a joyful smile on his lips, which was really good news for him.
"However, I have a condition." Ye Jinjue suddenly said, "Eighth brother, you know how big a threat his existence is to me. I am now on par with his power. Of course, if
If you can cede the military power that you took over from General Wei, and then let General Yan surrender to me, I naturally don't have to worry."
"Brother Imperial, there are actually some things that I have never been interested in. Over the years, I have been loyal to Brother Huang." Ye Ruochen's eyes suddenly filled with tenderness, "What's more, now that Brother Huang knows my weaknesses,
It's Fuyao. Then what else does the emperor have to worry about?"
"Eighth brother, I am not worried about you, but I am worried about Ye Liyuan." Ye Jinjue's eyes were deep and bright, "I can understand your unwillingness to hand over military power. However, I am worried that you will
Because of Fuyao's relationship, I defected before the battle. When the time comes, wouldn't my gains outweigh the losses?"
Ye Ruochen remained silent. In fact, the last time he disobeyed Ye Jinjue, he was afraid that Ye Jinjue had already held a grudge in his heart.
If he hands over his military power, won't he be at the mercy of others? Some things are better left in his own hands. Thinking of this, Ye Ruochen raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, you are just worried
Ye Liyuan just raised an army to rebel. When the time comes, lives will be ruined and blood will flow into rivers, which will add a disgraceful mark to the emperor's political achievements."
This disgraceful act pointed directly at the cause of the late emperor's death.
In this world, there are many things that are based on speculation. But there are many people who are very interested in those things.
"Eighth brother, you said that I would reward you with Fuyao, and you promised me to be loyal to you forever. Now I have agreed to what you said, but you also have to show some sincerity, right?"
"If you don't want to hand over your military power, I won't force you. But what will you do when Ye Liyuan leads the troops to fight?"
"What's more, I don't want to cause a war at all."
"Brother Imperial, I remember that the last time I seemed to want to use the secret possession of the dragon robe to bring down Ye Liyuan. However, the people in his party seemed to be resisting fiercely."
"Yes, I never thought that he would actually deploy so many people in the court over the years."
"Brother, setting him up will cause dissatisfaction among his party. Why not die in the line of duty? This would be a glorious thing."
Hearing the conversation between the two people in the room, Bai Qiqian broke out in a cold sweat. Her steps faltered and she made a sound.
"Who's out there?"
Only hearing someone shouting inside, Bai Qiqian quickly pulled Qiaoer away. The two of them quietly dodged the guards standing at the door, and then walked to the flower hall in front as if nothing had happened. Bai Qiqian thought about it and took the
He took the cup and poured wine on his and Qiaoer's clothes.
Afterwards, both of them put on a set of clothes and came to the hall, chatting happily with the ladies.
Bai Qiqian's heart was full of worries. She knew in her heart that Ye Jinjue was plotting to kill Ye Liyuan. What was most unimaginable to Bai Qiqian was that Ye Ruochen would actually give up his position as emperor and reach an agreement with Ye Jinjue.
Could it be that as he said that day, as long as she was willing to go with him, he would find a way to take her out of the palace.
If this was the price Ye Ruochen paid, then the price would be too high.
Bai Qiqian knew that if Ye Jinjue and Ye Liyuan really went to war, Ye Ruochen would be the one with the best chance of ascending the nine-layer pagoda.