Ye Qingfeng's nervous expression made Nalan Qinghong happy in her heart, but made Fengning frown. She naturally knew who did this, but Ye Qingfeng's performance made her a little overwhelmed. She calmed down and calmly said
He smiled and said, "Since God has no intention of letting Feng Ning thank His Highness the Second Highness with wine, let's just let Feng Ning repay the favor with a song."
She turned sideways with a smile, her steps were still calm and elegant, her expression was extremely calm, and all the guilt and guilt surrounding her at this time became insignificant, as if everything would disappear as soon as the breeze passed by. Such a restrained and calm woman is truly worthy of the world.
It was rare that her attitude gradually changed among the crowd. People's rising admiration gradually suppressed all the accusations against Concubine Mei. This seemingly arrogant but elegant woman showed a natural attraction. This
It seems that a woman should have such a proud look. She - is Nalan Qinghong's daughter, the current Concubine Ning.
The corner of his eye swept over the faces of Yao Li and Liang Guojiu. One showed unwillingness and anger, while the other was as calm as autumn water. How come these two old guys have changed their minds today? The one who was kneeling on the ground before was Liang Guojiu's.
Daughter, why is he so calm? On the other hand, Yao Li's facial expression is much richer.
He led the group up the steps and sat behind the zheng platform. He stared at the group of ministers, family members and concubines in front of him who were as silent as midnight. Then he slightly raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and was satisfied to see a hint of light in his deep blue eyes.
Anger, you must know how overbearing the emperor's possessiveness is. If he can tolerate himself performing on the zhengtai, he is probably not far from his bottom line. If he is close to his father, he will get angry. Just breaking the wine glass is just a warning to go with someone.
Being too close, Feng Ning would be happy if he tasted it, but he couldn't easily let go of the responsibility of having fun tonight.
With his eyes retracted, he plucked the strings of the zither with his slender fingers, and the faint lingering sound spread out. Although it was not as good as the Qinghun Zheng, the sound was still of top quality. A leisurely and elegant smile appeared on his red lips. He thought of something and looked sideways at Zhumei.
Go, "Zhumei, pour me a glass of wine."
The voice of the woman rolling her sleeves and giving instructions seemed ethereal in the silence. I could surprisingly find a hint of joy in the voice. The smile on her cold and moon-like face could not help but make everyone stunned.
Since she can still laugh at this moment, doesn't she know her current situation? If His Majesty is dissatisfied, he will be beheaded.
Zhumei brought the wine cup as instructed, Fengning took it and smiled sweetly, "Thank you."
The master has always been polite, and Zhumei has long been used to it. She hides and waits on one side.
Feng Ning raised his glass and looked at the various expressions on people's faces. It was no wonder that Zi Yuqi stayed in the court. Looking at these people with different looks, even he couldn't help but feel interested in his eyebrows.
The meaning became a little deeper and he said: "It's the Lantern Festival, and you should have had a good drink tonight, but Feng Ning's fault has disturbed everyone's interest. Here, Feng Ning will repay this fault with a song."
The words were originally sincere, but they contained another profound meaning. However, people could also hear some objectionable meanings, but they could not find out what was wrong. Watching the woman behind the zheng platform drink in one gulp, in vain, there was a feeling that the courtiers
The fear they feel when facing His Majesty, isn't their Majesty so elusive?
I never drank any alcohol in my previous life, but in this life, I unexpectedly set a precedent in this situation. It turns out that the taste of the wine is - slightly sweet. I shook it lightly with my bare hands and plucked the strings of the zither, and the long and gentle sound of the piano lingered throughout the imperial garden.
, the moving rhythm penetrates the air with the wind, the left hand presses the strings, the right hand lifts, the silk silk sleeves gently sway, "There are endless grievances and grievances in the world, and the fate remains the same from generation to generation."
Blood, drinking the same water, the road is long and long, of course red flowers match green leaves, who will accompany me in this life, the vagueness comes and goes, the past scenes reappear, even though the lotus root is broken, it still sighs at the many changes in the world.
I love my country more than my beauty. That heroic man would rather be alone. The good man is full of courage and lofty ideals. He is famous all over the world. His life is only a few autumns. He will not give up until he is drunk. To the east is my beauty. To the west is the Yellow River. Come and have a drink.
Don’t give up until you’re drunk, don’t worry about being troubled.”
This piece of music has never been heard before. The majestic melody is still flowing under the woman's fingers. It is like seeing a spectacular waterfall flowing, trembling thousands of layers of water, and the magnificent waves in the mind are so shocking and profound.
——.
This piece of music has never been heard before. Its gentle and feminine charm is like the colorful flowers and leaves of fallen flowers slowly drifting away in the wind. It is lingering and lingering like a trickling stream in the mountains, winding around the red flowers and green trees.
, among the cries of orioles and the dancing of butterflies, one can't help but indulge in it, recalling the melody lingering in the heart——.
I thought the song had come to an end, but unexpectedly, the music under the woman's fingers was still neither slow nor urgent. With a slender finger, she started to sing again, "I can't tell the world about my love in this world, and I can't tell the world about my grudges. Generation after generation are destined to keep the same music."
Blood, drinking the same water, the road is long and long. Of course, red flowers match green leaves. Who will accompany you in this life? The vagueness comes and goes and the past scenes reappear. Even though the lotus root is broken, it still sighs at the many changes in the world. Love
The country loves beauty more. The heroic man would rather be alone. The good man is full of courage and lofty ideals. He is famous all over the world. Life is only a few autumns. He will not give up until he is drunk. To the east is my beauty. To the west is the Yellow River. Come and have a drink.
Don’t let go if you are drunk, don’t let go if you are worried and troubled. Life is only a few autumns and don’t let go if you don’t get drunk. To the east is my beauty, and to the west is the Yellow River. Come on, have a drink. Don’t let go if you are troubled. Don’t let go if you are worried and troubled...
….”
Then as the zheng music continued, the emperor's blue eyes became more and more gloomy. His Ning'er was indeed extraordinary, and letting these common people see Ning'er's outstanding appearance was the biggest mistake of his life.
Concubine Hua felt that the atmosphere around her suddenly became extremely cold, and the fear that had risen in vain dropped a little when she saw the bloodthirsty anger on the emperor's face. Concubine Ning's eyes drifted towards her, adding some flavor.
Mocking, thinking in my heart: Although you perform well, you may not be able to satisfy His Majesty.
This surprise was so unexpected that Ye Qingfeng didn't come back to his senses in time until Feng Ning's piano music stopped and the aftertaste drifted away. Such a woman is what he has been pursuing all his life. God is so cruel to make her become the cold-hearted Ruo Yushuo.
The emperor's concubine couldn't help his trembling heart. Her every frown and every smile touched his soul deep inside.
After the song was finished, the woman sitting behind the zheng platform was helped up by her maids. Her steps seemed to be drunk on the flowers. At this time, people had long forgotten the accusations of Concubine Mei, and what they were thinking about the most was such a talented person.
It is really pitiful and pitiful for a pure and clear woman to be drowned in the emperor's harem.
Along the way, everyone silently gave way. He came to the position where he knelt down before, raised his eyes and smiled softly, "I wonder if your majesty is satisfied with what I have played?"