"The Emperor is here—"
"The empress dowager arrived—"
Following two loud notifications from the female officer, the current emperor and queen mother took their seats, which also indicated that the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet had officially begun.
Xu Ting and Du Siyin sat together, and the table in front of them was filled with mooncakes, melons and fruits, pastries and the like.
Of course, there are also wine and side dishes to go with the wine, each of which is very expensive, but it seems to make people lose their appetite.
No one expects to be full at such a banquet, and each palace comes to the banquet only after eating in its own palace.
Du Siyin also ate in the Empress Dowager's palace, and he asked Xu Ting in a low voice, "Changning, have you had dinner with the Seventh Emperor's daughter?"
Xu Ting's body is strong, so it doesn't matter if he misses a meal or two, so he said, "It doesn't matter."
As soon as she said this, Du Siyin knew that she hadn't eaten, so he took a piece of mooncake from the table in front of him with a slight movement.
Mooncakes don't have to be hot, so you can eat them that way.
"Eat this pad first, if you want to drink later, it's not good if you don't have anything in your stomach."
The emperor sat on the frontmost high steps, with the queen on the left and the emperor on the right, which shows the status of these two men in the emperor's heart.
The position of the empress dowager is side by side with the emperor, and below are the beauties of the emperor's harem, the empress and princes, and the royal family members.
At this banquet, Xu Ting recognized all members of the royal family at once.
The most important thing is the grown-up princesses, the first princess Yan Yunjin, the crown prince Yan Yunchen, the fourth princess Yan Yuntong, and the seventh princess Yan Yunshu.
The emperor was aloof and announced: "The time is just right, let's start."
The graceful singing and dancing flowed into the open space in the middle, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras was as intoxicating as the moonlight.
In autumn, everything is bleak, but there are many plants planted in the imperial garden, and even the palace servants change the ornamental plants according to the seasons. The emperor must not see a desolate imperial garden.
In case the emperor was in a bad mood, he would directly chop off the heads of many people.
Therefore, with the refreshing night breeze, there is also a faint fragrance of flowers.
After a wave of singing and dancing, the eighth prince, Yan Ming, attended with his head held high, expressing that he would perform a dance for the emperor, "I wish the mother emperor's world a clean sea and rivers, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and enjoy a bright moon together."
The emperor was delighted to hear it, and immediately agreed, and even praised Yan Ming.
Yan Ming immediately went to change into the dance clothes, and then walked out surrounded by dancers and stars.
The melodious music sounded, and Yan Ming danced with her soft and slender waist to the music, her dancing posture was moving, and her color was also moving. She was worthy of being the son of Lijun.
All the women kept their innocent eyes, after all, this is the emperor's son.
Li Jun was sitting on the table, looking at the son who was dancing in the middle with a smile, as if she didn't know how much contempt was hidden under the decent smiling appearance of other people in the harem.
Yan Ming looks like him. Back then, Li Jun was a unique dancer, and was taken into the harem by the empress. After seeing this dance, the emperor must have thought of looking for him tonight.
What a great way! Everyone knows.
What a good prince, he was actually raised by Li Jun to become a dancer with both talents!
After the dance was over, Yan Ming was panting slightly, dripping with sweat.
"Empress, my son is finished dancing!"
"Okay, I have quite the demeanor of your father back then. Whatever you want, the emperor will reward you."
Yan Ming immediately cheered and said, "Thank you, Queen Mother!"
He rolled his eyes, saw Du Siyin at the banquet, and said to the emperor: "Mother, the mistress of Xu Shi was as famous as her child before she got married. She is outstanding at the piano. Today coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. The river and mountains are very good. Why don't you let Master Du play?" some."
Following Yan Ming's voice like falling pearls, the whole banquet was murran quiet, and Xu Ting's peaceful expression turned cold for an instant. Fortunately, it was covered by the night, so no one noticed.
Du Siyin never expected that he would suffer such an indiscriminate disaster, and he couldn't believe the stupidity of the Eighth Prince.
That's right, among the four princes of the capital, one of them is the Eighth Prince Yan Ming.
This title is an honor to Du Siyin and other official sons, but it is a blatant joke to the Eighth Prince.
Son of the Heavenly Family, why do you want to fight for such a title? It's just out of class!
Otherwise, Yan Ming is not the only prince in the palace, there are many people who are better than him, why don't you see other princes eagerly fighting for this title
Du Siyin couldn't think of when he offended Yan Ming, and he even saw Yan Ming for the first time today.
"Nonsense!" The queen mother suddenly reprimanded, "The emperor is so honorable, how can he put on all kinds of performances in front of the emperor?"
Du Siyin immediately understood the empress dowager's kindness, and immediately raised his hands, the palms and the backs of the hands pressed together, and bowed down to worship, with his forehead on his hands, "Wen Hui's qin skills are poor, and he dare not show his shame in front of His Majesty."
The empress narrowed her phoenix eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking, and said casually: "It's okay, Wen Hui is my nephew, and I personally pointed out the marriage with Xu Aiqing, I also want to see Wen Hui's talent and virtue, I think I can't lose to Ming Son."
The empress dowager expressed reproach in her tone, "Emperor, this is not polite!"
Yan Ming also has the title of performing for her mother, and she can be said to be filial piety if she insists on it. No one dares to belittle her.
But what does Du Siyin have? What's more, he is still a married man, which is tantamount to naked|naked|naked insult.
Xu Ting slightly lowered his eyelids, Emperor Wen Qi, an old fox, was using Du Siyin to force herself.
Just like in ancient times, King Zhou forced his courtiers to eat the meat of his daughter to verify their loyalty to him!
The emperor was really suspicious of the Xu family.
Xu Ting felt Du Siyin's body tremble slightly, and she reached out to hold Du Siyin's hand under the desk.
Du Siyin was startled, and realized that it was Xu Ting. He didn't dare to turn his head, but his heart somehow settled down.
If the emperor insisted on letting Du Siyin play, she would go up and dance the sword to the emperor. In this way, all eyes can be shifted to himself, making everyone ignore the fact that Du Siyin presented music at the banquet.
At the Mid-Autumn Festival, the generals danced their swords to celebrate the consolidation of the mountains and rivers, which shows her utter loyalty to the emperor.
"Hey, Father-in-law is worrying too much. It's just a family banquet. I just love Wen Hui. I think that the younger brother Min Jia was also very skilled at playing the piano. There is no better one in Dayan.
Minjia's younger brother has gone, so I don't know how much talent Wen Hui has inherited from his father. "
At this point, Du Siyin's resignation would be tantamount to resisting the order, so he had no choice but to say: "Wen Hui presents ugliness."
Xu Ting immediately planned to follow Du Siyin to get up and dance the sword for the emperor. Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from the opposite seat, "I want to report to the emperor, playing the qin alone is too monotonous. My son-in-law is good at playing the qin and playing the qin." Xiao Heming is absolutely outstanding, Rong Chen and Princess Wen Hui will play a song together, how about it?"
It turned out to be the princess Zhengjun.
The author has something to say: I went back to my hometown today, and I started coding very late. There are too many things to do during the Chinese New Year, and I really can’t afford to be hurt.