After Murong Jue gave her the medicine, she took out the catkins he was holding, stood up and kept a certain distance from him, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I'm fine and can go back!"
Her politeness and the way she slightly turned her eyes away from him were clearly the woman in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it easily. He was also afraid. He was afraid that his hopes would be replaced by despair again and again. He was worried.
Once he lifts the veil in front of him, the result will not be what he wants, and he will even lose the woman in front of him...
Murong Jue's heart was filled with bitterness, but he couldn't tell anyone, so he could only taste it silently.
He looked at her, suppressed his inner uneasiness and said, "I'll take you back home."
Leng Wuxin opened his eyes and he said, "Go back home"?
"But the banquet is not over yet, and I have not yet presented music to the emperor..." How could I leave just like that?
Leng Wuxin wanted to say this, but Murong Jue interrupted her and said: "Now that you are injured, there is no need to perform music!"
"But I'm fine!" Leng Wuxin continued.
"If I say you don't need it, then you don't need it!" Murong Jue suddenly shouted coldly, his eyes filled with confusion.
Leng Wuxin's expression froze, was he angry at her?
After staring at each other for a few seconds, Murong Jue knew that his tone had been harsh just now, and his eyes darkened and he continued: "Even if you don't present the song, the emperor will not blame you!"
The voice that dropped again was his recognition of his bad tone just now, but Leng Wuxin also closed her eyes for a moment of astonishment. She said: "Since Wuxin promised that the emperor would perform music at the night banquet, naturally he wouldn't.
If you leave like this, the prince’s kindness has been taken carelessly!”
She said, her eyes and voice cold, she walked towards Fufu's back and left the deserted palace.
The little guy followed her feet and whined, but Murong Jue was startled, and even his expression changed. He stood there and watched her leave. For a moment, he was shocked by her expression and tone just now.
, as if the woman who just spoke to him was Qingcheng!
A man who is like a heavenly being will only become helpless and silent in front of his own princess, but just now he was also speechless...
The palace where he was left alone became increasingly deserted and quiet, making people not want to stay any longer!
Murong Jue followed behind with sad eyes, and he arrived not long after Leng Wuxin arrived at the banquet venue.
At this moment, King Chen was obviously still depressed, his face was gloomy, and there was a strong coldness coming straight from him!
Leng Wuxin didn't look at him, and sat indifferently watching the singing and dancing on the stage.
Hua Ying on the side also saw the difference in their expressions, and she whispered: "Your injury doesn't matter, does it?"
"It's nothing serious!" Leng Wuxin simply replied, with a light tone that could not tell her emotions at the moment.
"Can you perform the song later?" Hua Ying cast his eyes on the back of her red hand, which was red and covered with crystal blisters. It must be very painful.
"Okay, don't worry!" Leng Wuxin said without saying anything. The little guy also stuck out his tongue and licked her injured area, but she still flinched when he touched it.
Murong Jue looked at her unconsciously from the corner of his eye. It was obviously in pain, but she was pretending to be strong!
His eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, he poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
At this time, Emperor Yun saw that everyone had arrived, and raised his hand to ask the dancer on the stage to retreat. The place where there was music just now became quiet. Everyone focused on him, waiting for what he was about to say.
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Emperor Yun cast his gaze on Leng Wuxin, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear. He said: "I heard that Miss Leng's 'Drunken Life, Dreams of Death' is as famous as the song composed by my royal wife. I wonder if Miss Leng can sing it tonight."
I present this song to me so that everyone can enjoy it!"
Emperor Yun's words were considered polite. Leng Wuxin heard this and stood up with Qingcheng in his arms. He leaned slightly and nodded and replied: "Your Majesty is so complimentary. Princess Chen is famous all over the world. Wuxin doesn't dare to compare with her. How can I present a song to the Emperor tonight?"
Wu Xin is a great blessing!”
"Haha..." Emperor Yun laughed when he heard the loud voice. He was in a really good mood and continued: "Miss Leng, there is no need to be modest. Come on, why don't you get your musical instruments ready?"
The eunuch immediately went down to prepare, but at this time Murong Jue also stood up. Without looking at Leng Wuxin, he said: "Father, her hand was injured today, so we might as well wait for another day to present the song!"
Now King Chen spoke, even though the people in the audience expected no more opinions, it also made Emperor Yun a little embarrassed. He looked at Leng Wuxin, as if he was checking whether the injury on her hand was serious, but they were quite far apart.
Even from a distance, he couldn't see very clearly.
"Prince Chen's kindness is unintentionally accepted, but it's not difficult to play a piece of music. Wuxin can still do it!" Leng Wuxin turned sideways and said to Murong Jue, with a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, but rejected his kindness.
Murong Jue's eyes darkened gradually, because of her indifferent look at the moment, and also because of the coldness in her eyes...
The chambermaid had already brought the pipa and placed a chair in the center of the stage. Everyone was waiting for the final result after the two of them looked at each other, but without Murong Jue's words, none of them dared to let her go on stage.
Even Emperor Yun was hesitating whether to cancel what he just said.
Just when Leng Wuxin was about to walk out of his seat, Prince Jing stood up with a smile and suggested loudly: "Since Miss Leng's hand is injured, the subtlety of this piece will be affected when she plays it, so tonight we might as well perform it instead."
How about dancing? I heard that Miss Leng is not only good at piano, but also has excellent dancing skills, so why not dance tonight!"
As soon as King Jing said these words, Emperor Yun also responded: "Okay, okay, since Miss Leng is also a good dancer, let's dance tonight!"
Although Emperor Yun is the king of a country, he feels guilty towards Murong. Besides, he still needs his help in many places. He will not offend his son easily in public or private matters!
Murong Jue remained silent, but a pair of sinister eyes fell on Leng Wuxin. If Prince Jing hadn't spoken in time, she would have simply ignored his existence and wanted to take the stage!
This woman is really….
"Miss Leng, what do you think?" Seeing that she and Murong Jue were still looking at each other, Prince Jing couldn't help but ask again, and even the smile on his lips became unpredictable.
Naturally, Leng Wuxin couldn't say anything at this time. On one side was the aloof emperor, and on the other was the powerful Prince Jing. Both of them wanted to perform a dance, so she could only nod her head and reply softly: "It's better to obey orders if you don't want to be respectful!"
[Hey, thank you peng-min123 for the big red envelope and three shining gold medals~]