The magnificent palace, with its flying pavilions and double eaves, is magnificent, with bright lights and neon lights shining brightly in the sky, creating a luxurious and charming scene.
The graceful palace maid in green, holding exquisite golden and vermilion palace lanterns, led the man behind her step by step towards the noisy hall.
His yellow clothes looked like a blooming flower under the warm and ambiguous light, and the bright black patterns on the cuffs and collar were like the shadows of curled petals. His figure was cold and steep, showing a kind of innate majesty. The maid occasionally turned around secretly to look at him, and saw that there was always a gentle smile in his light brown eyes. Seeing her looking at him, the man nodded and smiled in a friendly manner. The maid couldn't help blushing, and turned around hurriedly, not daring to think of him again.
He walked along the long corridor to the main hall. Everyone in the room laughed and said, "The envoy has arrived!" Then there was silence. He smiled and walked into the hall, his eyes fixed on the man in black clothes sitting on the high seat.
Their eyes met, and Xiao Yi only nodded slightly, his deep eyes did not reveal a single thought. He stood straight, silently waiting for him to come up. He raised his eyebrows, and had to admit that the man did have the momentum and demeanor of a king.
He walked up the steps steadily and stood in front of Xiao Yi. He did not kneel to salute. After a simple courtesy, he said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, I am here to say hello to Your Majesty on behalf of my king. I wish your country peace and stability, and the people a safe life."
Xiao Yi pursed his thin lips slightly, and the flying golden Kuilong embroidered on the ink-colored brocade clothes exuded a cool breath. He did not pursue the visitor's arrogance, and said lightly: "Prime Minister Yuwen, how are you? I thank the Prime Minister for his good wishes. Come on, please take a seat."
This man is the famous Yuwen Tai. The prime minister of Wei, or the real ruler of Wei. Although Liang is not as powerful as Wei, Yuwen Tai knows that as long as Xiao Yi is there, the strength of Liang is beyond estimation today. It is really a thorny problem... .
Yuwen Tai smiled faintly, straightened his clothes and sat down gracefully. Xiao Yi raised his hand, and there was another round of music. The Shao music floated, and the dancing sleeves turned slowly. Through the fluttering colorful sleeves, the dazzling brilliance revealed a heart that was as empty as if it had been robbed.
Yuwen Tai kept curling his lips and silently looked at the superficial luxury and grandeur, his eyes involuntarily swept across the rows of guests sitting below the stage. Sitting in the front were the royal family. There was no one else in the Xiao family except Xiao Yi's branch. Those sitting were all Xiao Yi's concubines and princes. He glanced at them and couldn't help but sigh: "Your country is really a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. The women born here are all beautiful and charming."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly: "If Prime Minister Yuwen likes it, I can give you a batch."
Yuwen Tai waved his hands and said, "I'm afraid I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it. Beauty, just look at it." He turned his head and looked at the dancers on the stage, as if they were admiring the flowers. At this time, someone announced, "Empress Xu and Princess Changyi are here!"
Yuwen Tai shook the cup in his hand and looked up, and saw two people walking into the hall. One of them was a young woman wearing a colorful skirt, as slender as a startled wild goose. It was Hanzhen.
The Zhao Pei beside her had a triple-layered scarlet collar, and the hem of her skirt trailed pine green waves behind her. A small gold ornament was pinned on her high bun made of black silk, which flashed with her steps but could not be seen clearly. Han Yan's eyebrows were dark, but her complexion was clear. Her indifferent smile was no longer popular at the time, and her clothes seemed a little out of place in this luxurious splendor.
She looked at the noise with a cold eye, as if it had nothing to do with her. Her eyes were as if she was standing on a high platform, looking down upon all the hypocrisy and cruelty in the world.
When Yuwen Tai saw her, he suddenly laughed heartily, with a hint of something ambiguous in his smile.
Zhao Pei led Han Zhen onto the high platform, lowered her eyes slightly, and knelt down to salute: "I am late, Your Majesty, please forgive me." Her voice was neither cold nor cold. Xiao Yi was not annoyed, as if he was used to it or didn't want to waste words with him, and said calmly: "This is the envoy from Wei State, Prime Minister Yuwen."
Zhao Pei looked up and met the pair of smiling light brown pupils. She was stunned at first, then she saluted calmly: "Your concubine greets Prime Minister Yuwen." When Han Zhen saw him, she opened her mouth in disbelief, raised her finger and pointed at him, muttering: "Isn't this..." Zhao Pei calmly moved her steps to block Han Zhen's hand that had been stretched out in the air, looked at them with a smile, and forced back the words that Han Zhen had not yet uttered.
Yuwen Tai said calmly: "I said that I would see Madam again. I didn't expect it to be the Empress."
Xiao Yi's eyes were dark, but his face was calm: "Why? The Prime Minister has met my Concubine Xu?" He said "my Concubine Xu". Zhao Pei was a little stiff, but she still kept a polite smile and said: "I had the opportunity to meet you in the suburbs of Yangzhou, but I didn't expect that you are the famous Prime Minister Yuwen. I am sorry for being so rude."
Yuwen Tai smiled quietly and said nothing more after nodding his head. Zhao Pei subconsciously looked at Xiao Yi. It had been nearly two months since she left the palace and she had not seen him during this period. Seeing him now, she could not say that she had any special feelings for him. It was just that the hatred that was originally strong in her heart had slightly subsided after the trip to Yaoguang Temple. Xiao Yi met her gaze, his eyes were deep and without a trace of ripples.
His face was still stern, and his dark clothes concealed the bloodstains on his body and hands. But when Zhao Pei saw the dragon chair behind him, she felt that the more dazzling and luxurious the gold was, the more filthy and dirty it became. Zhao Pei took a breath, smiled faintly, and bowed: "Then I will take my leave first."
Xiao Yi silently waved his hand as a sign of agreement.
When she raised her eyes and turned around, she caught a glimpse of the undisguised interest and calculation in Yuwen Tai's eyes. It was like a hunter who had found a perfect way to catch his prey.
Zhao Pei quickly lowered her brows again, and with Han Zhen holding her hand, she stepped off the platform. But she could still feel the alternation of cold and hot feelings brought to her by his eyes that could not explain her emotions. (To be continued)