The woman stood quietly without speaking, with a faint smile in her eyes, as if she was very satisfied with the surprise she had brought to the people at the dinner party.
Mo Yichen looked at the woman in white and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Ever since the woman appeared, his eyes had not moved away. He had been following the woman's footsteps. The fallen leaf hosta on the woman's head was hitting him.
The softest part of my heart.
His Luo'er, the Luo'er he had been looking for for fifteen years, finally came back...
Murong Lian looked at the woman in white with wide eyes in disbelief. It was her, but wasn't she dead? How could she appear in the palace?
Murong Lian turned to look at Mo Yichen as if seeking confirmation, and saw that Mo Yichen's stern face had a gentleness that she had never seen before, and his already pale face became even paler.
How could this happen? Even God didn't help her and drove away Ye Piaoling. Tonight was her best chance to make a comeback, but that woman Ye Piaoling came back again, and she stole the show at the dinner. It hurt her.
The prince's eyes never left her tonight.
She refused to accept it. She didn't believe that she had missed such a good opportunity, so she couldn't wait to express herself. But who could tell her why, the 'qin skills' she had always been proud of were lost on this Xuehai Qin?
Removed the problem above.
She had always known that Mo Yichen had a woman he liked, but he told her personally that the woman was dead. What happened now? Murong Lian felt a great crisis. Compared with the ugly woman Ye Luo, this woman
The kind of beauty radiating from her body is simply incomparable to her.
Only such a woman can be worthy of the world-famous Prince Yi. This kind of beauty is a kind of beauty from the inside to the outside. It is indescribable, but people cannot ignore her existence.
That kind of nobility is innate, like a princess in the sky, which makes people admire. This woman's eyes are like a pool of clear water, so clear and transparent, with a warm smile, even she can bear to see it.
I can't help but like her. Although the face under the veil is covered, she must have a face that will captivate a country.
Who is this woman, and why does she never know when such a person appeared in the capital?
A cup in the hand of a minister fell to the ground, making a moderately shocking sound, but it broke the silence and brought everyone back to their senses.
Mo Yichen saw the minister's somewhat wretched look, his eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his fingertips, no one saw the flash of silver light. The minister fell to the ground in embarrassment and couldn't get up after a long time. It was so painful.
He screamed, and only Mo Yichen knew that he could never stand up again.
The woman who dared to peek at him, Mo Yichen, really didn't want to die...
As a doctor's habit, Ye Luo subconsciously wanted to step forward to check, but felt a cold light shining at him, and raised his head to meet Mo Yichen's cold gaze.
Ye Luo trembled in his heart, dear friend, you should always ask for your own blessings.
Mo Yichen looked at Ye Luo with satisfaction, with a smile in his eyes. He really wanted to lock her in the room, so that only he could see her beauty.
What a stupid girl. She wore such thin clothes in the cold weather. Mo Yichen frowned slightly and was a little worried. She just caught a cold yesterday and didn't know how to take good care of herself.
The emperor waved his hand, and when his eunuch saw it, he hurriedly asked someone to lift the minister down, and then said in a sharp voice, "Who is this girl? Your Majesty, why don't you kneel down and salute?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Luo's mouth under the veil. It's true that people rely on clothes as much as they rely on gold. After she changed her clothes, no one recognized her. She almost forgot that she was still wearing a veil, but she guessed that even if she didn't
No one would recognize her even if she was wearing a veil.
"My daughter-in-law, Ye Piaoling, pays homage to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor." Ye Luo did not kneel down, but bowed in a serious manner. He did not even want to be polite about the word "Father" and directly changed it to "Emperor".
Then he saluted the Queen Mother and the Empress in turn, with all the courtesy.
"Ye Piaoling, that third lady of the Ye family..."
"It's that ugly girl."
"Didn't you say that Princess Yi is an ugly girl? I just saw her, how could that be possible?"
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The veil was taken off by Ye Luo at some point, and a beautiful face appeared in front of everyone. Although it was not a look that would captivate a country, it was enough to make every woman present envied.
No, this is impossible, how could she be that ugly girl? Murong Lian couldn't believe her eyes. Although the woman in front of her was not as stunning as she imagined, such a beautiful face definitely did not belong to that ugly girl.
female.
This must not be true, it must not be true, how could she believe that this ugly girl she had always despised was actually the woman that the prince liked.
The Queen Mother was surprised, looked at Ye Luo happily, and said repeatedly, "Good boy, get up quickly... get up..." She used to be satisfied with everything about this girl, but she felt that her appearance was not worthy of her grandson. Unexpectedly,
This girl turns out to be so beautiful.
"Get up." The Queen Mother had already spoken, and the Emperor was naturally embarrassed. The hands under the sleeves of the dragon robe rattled loudly. He had been looking at people for a lifetime, but he actually looked away and was fooled by a little girl's movie.
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Ye Luo didn't care about other people's eyes, walked slowly to the stage, stood next to Mo Yichen, and lightly opened her lips, "I think the envoy from the country of music doesn't understand music. It is written in "Erya": There are people in the south.
The winged bird cannot fly, so its name is the 鹣鹣. Music is appreciated by those who know one's friends, and the music is born from the heart. If the person who is not in love does not love the song, how can the true meaning of it be played? Murong's side concubine is only the prince's.
I'm just a concubine, but I can't play this piece. It's just because I haven't been in love yet, not because I'm not good at playing the piano."
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Murong Lian, some with ridicule, some with contempt. Many ministers had concubines in their homes, and these ladies hated concubines even more, and they all looked at Murong Lian.
Also with hatred.
Murong Lian's hands were tightly clasped on the wooden platform. She just wanted to find a hole to get in.
There was no sympathy in Ye Luo's eyes. She had done something wrong for herself. She had brought this situation on her own. Besides, she, Ye Luo, had never been a saint. Murong Lian's whip almost killed her last time, so be kind to her.
She must take revenge, but she will not let it go if she has a grudge.
Repaying kindness with kindness also depends on the person you are dealing with. She will not knowingly know that the other person wants to kill you, but still stupidly waits for the other person's knife to pierce her heart.
"Your Majesty, Piao Ling and the prince will play a song together, so that Zhou Guo can see the music culture of China." Every word Ye Luo said was full of passion, and even infected some young officials who had just passed the imperial examination.
"Accurate." Mo Minghui gritted his teeth and said every word. He wanted to see what tricks she could do.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Piao Ling will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty." Did he think that he couldn't play 'Snow Sea'? That would really disappoint him.
Mo Yichen stopped Ye Luo, who was about to walk towards Xue Hai Qin, and put the jade flute in her hand. Before Ye Luo could react, he was already sitting in front of Xue Hai Qin.
Smiling tenderly at Ye Luo, the music of the piano played, and Ye Luo hurriedly put the jade flute to his mouth. Damn it, Mo Yichen, knowing that she would be a nymphomaniac to him, deliberately smiled at her, which almost made her look embarrassed.
No, this is not "鹣鹣". Ye Luo's fingertips trembled slightly, looking at the man in white sitting in front of the piano, meeting his affectionate eyes, and the flute music harmonized.
He played "Feng Qiu Huang", and Ye Luo held back the tears she wanted to shed...