Mo Qinghan led Feng Chenling to the main hall, but the queen hadn't arrived yet.
Feng Chenling raised her head and looked around, trying to find the shadow in her heart.
Finally, she saw that she was sitting in front of her, holding a glass of wine for a drink, without looking towards them. Maybe... maybe she didn't know she was in.
The originally relatively quiet hall suddenly boiled.
"Who is the man held by the fourth princess? Xin, Huan?"
"You don't know that, it's the Sifangjun of the Sixth Princess." The other person answered, and pouted in Mo Qingli's direction as he spoke.
"Si Fangjun, the sixth princess, how could... be with the fourth princess?" Another person said in surprise.
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When Feng Chenling heard these voices, he kept stirring his hands together, what to do, what to do, it seems that everyone misunderstood.
Mo Qinghan held Feng Chenling's hand tightly to give him some strength. Then his eyes swept across the ministers coldly, with a hint of anger on his face. Wherever they went, the ministers kept their mouths shut.
The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little weird. Mo Qinghan pulled Feng Chenling to Mo Qingli, and said in a moderate voice, "Mo Qingli."
Everyone pricked up their ears, listening to the conversation between the two princesses.
"What's the matter?" Mo Qingli then put down the wine glass in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Mo Qinghan, when her eyes touched Feng Chenling, Mo Qingli was obviously startled, and then saw their clasped hands. Mo Ran's eyes were suppressing anger, "If you bring this man to show off to me, I advise you not to."
Mo Qingli said insincere words, but Mu Tianlang could still see her current mood from Mo Qingli's tightly clenched fists.
Mu Tianlang raised his eyes to look at Feng Chenling, when he touched Feng Chenling's face, he was obviously taken aback, and then looked at Feng Chenling with a faint smile on Jun's face—it's not bad that he looks good, but it's a pity, his body is bony. Too weak.
"Mo Qingli, are you still human when you talk like that? Chen Ling, Chen Ling..." Mo Qinghan yelled at Mo Qingli pretending to be angry. She deliberately didn't finish what she was going to say. Qingli had an illusion that she and Feng Chenling were very close and close.
Dust Spirit? ! hehe…
There was a trace of coldness in Mo Qingli's eyes, she lowered her eyebrows and stroked the little fox in her arms, her cherry lips parted slightly, "What happens to him has nothing to do with me."
The little fox flinched, Mo Qingli was not stroking or stroking it, she was obviously grabbing it hard. It hurt so much, the little fox looked up at Mo Qingli aggrievedly, but when he saw the chill on Mo Qingli's face, he flinched again, and arched into Mo Qingli's arms.
Feng Chenling couldn't believe that these words came from Mo Qingli's mouth, and couldn't help shouting: "My wife..."
"Mo Qingli," Mo Qinghan grabbed Feng Chenling's voice, "Do you know how much Chen Ling misses you every day. He even thinks about you when he eats and sleeps, yet you still treat him like this!"
Want to eat and sleep? Mo Qingli sneered twice, I'm afraid you all ate and slept together! Still pretending to be noble in front of her.
"Since you know him so well, I'll just give him to you!" Mo Qingli said lightly, but her heart had already set off a shocking wave, and God knows how uncomfortable her heart was.
It was as if the stuck fishbone was finally swallowed, but it still left a long bloodstain on the esophagus.
He was the first person to let her know what it means to be distressed. But he didn't trust her, and he quickly joined Mo Qinghan after leaving the mansion.
Hehe... Since you are in love with each other, then she will fulfill you! She's never been a stalker.
Hearing this, Feng Chenling's heart stopped beating for a moment, he covered his chest, and took two steps back, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe that someone he loved so casually treated him like a commodity , and threw it to another person.
Mo Qinghan wanted to laugh, everything was as she expected, but seeing Feng Chenling's appearance, her heart couldn't help but cho/u. She quickly supported Feng Chenling, "Chen Ling, are you alright?"
Feng Chenling now only feels that his chest is stuffy, his eyes are sore, his throat is sore, his heart is pierced by a knife, in short, everything is uncomfortable.
After glaring at Mo Qingli fiercely, she helped Feng Chenling to sit down in her own seat.
All the ministers in the hall exchanged glances, but they all chose to remain silent.
Mo Qingqin gave Mo Qinghan a thumbs-up, taking some time out of the left and right hugs—high, really high!
Regarding this, Mo Qinghan smiled at her noncommittally.
After a while, the empress and Ouyang Haoxuan appeared in the hall. Following the high-pitched voice of a servant girl, the empress, Ouyang Haoxuan and several concubines behind them entered the hall together.
Everyone stood up one after another, shouting "Long live the Queen, long live, long live".
"Everyone loves you." The queen sat down and said.
After the empress said some grandiose words, the singing and dancing performance began. After drinking for three rounds, Xiaoyao Yunyan saw that the time was almost up, so she winked at Xiaoyao Yunbo who was not far away. Qing Yu casually made up a reason and prepared to leave with c/hou.
Unexpectedly, there was a small episode in the middle, why did Mo Qingyu want to go out with Xiaoyao Yunbo, Xiaoyao Yunbo spent a lot of effort to persuade Mo Qingyu, then wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and quickly backed out.
Mo Qingli noticed Xiaoyao Yunyan's small movements around her, but at this moment, she wasn't in the mood to care about anything. Just pouring wine into his mouth glass by glass.
This appearance made Mu Tianlang very happy, Mo Qingli was drunk, so he will be slaughtered by him! Hahaha... Mu Tianlang was secretly happy.
So not only did he not stop Mo Qingli from drinking, but he kept pouring her wine.
As soon as the dance was closed, the servant who notified loudly said: "Prince Xiaoyao presents a dance—Liu Lishang."
Waiting and waiting, Mo Qingyu, who couldn't come to Xiaoyao Yunbo, was a little anxious, and when she was about to go out to find him, she heard the report from the servant girl.
Mo Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, what Prince Xiaoyao wouldn't say is Xiaoyao Yunbo!
Sure enough, as soon as he went to the hall, Mo Qingyu discovered that it was Xiaoyao Yunbo. Although he changed his clothes and covered his face with a tulle, but that figure, that movement, is clearly a carefree cloud.
A bad premonition arose spontaneously in Mo Qingyu's heart.
Xiaoyao Yunbo's dress is very bold, his whole body is only decorated with several layers of tulle, nothing else, the white jade-like skin is faintly visible under the tulle, as the music sounds, he starts to dance lightly. He is a man of the patriarchal country, so he will not twist his waist and dance some charming and charming movements like the men of the Motian Dynasty.
It can be seen from the song that it is not like the soft little song of the Motian Dynasty, but like a thousand troops roaring past. The thunderous sound of gongs and drums and the combination of silk and bamboo seem to make people see a majestic scene that has never been seen before. The scene brought everyone a strong auditory feast.
Xiaoyao Yunbo dances to the music, his dance is not like his attire, his dance has a trace of womanly fortitude and perseverance, every step, every hand movement is pulling the hearts of all present.
This is not a dance, it is more like telling a story, and Xiaoyao Yunbo is the one who tells the story.
The queen let go of Ouyang Haoxuan's waist, her eyes were fascinated, and she focused on the dance in front of her. The same is true for all the ministers. They have never seen such a magnificent dance, and just one person is like a thousand troops passing by their hearts.
Originally thought that Xiaoyao Yunbo only had a stunning face, but he didn't expect him to have such a moving talent.
At the end of the dance, everyone was still indulging in the carefree dance and couldn't extricate themselves. The queen stood up first, clapped her hands, and said in succession: "Okay, okay!"
At this time, everyone came to their senses and stood up with the queen, applauding, and the applause was endless.
"Your dancing posture is not like the dancers and boys in this palace, lift your veil and let me see!" The empress's eyes locked tightly on Xiaoyao Yunbo who was kneeling on the ground.
"Yes, the empress." Xiaoyao Yunbo looked at the empress sitting high above her eyes, her eyes flickered, and then she slowly lifted the veil under the empress' burning and hot eyes.
His eyebrows are picturesque, his eyes are like stars, and his skin is like creamy fat. These words cannot be overstated when applied to him.
"Okay, what a beauty." The queen patted her hands together, without moving her eyes, she just stared at Xiaoyao Yunbo who was kneeling. Being slightly drunk, she had long forgotten that the man in front of her was her daughter's husband.
"May the Queen stay young forever." Xiaoyao Yunbo said. The voice is melodious and melodious, with a hint of charm.
Mo Qingyu couldn't sit still at this time, she stood up abruptly, "Mother, Yunbo and I have been preparing for this surprise for you for a long time!"
Yunbo? The queen thought for a while, "Oh, you are that Xiaoyao Yunbo?"
Xiaoyao Yunbo felt a little strange that Mo Qingyu, who was blind with one eye, came to disturb his good business. After hearing the Queen's question, Xiaoyao Yunbo bowed his head in a shy manner, "Back to the Queen, the slave is Xiaoyao Yunbo."
He didn't call the queen mother queen, nor did he call himself a son-in-law. The purpose is to let the queen have an illusion, an illusion that he actually likes the queen.
The empress carefully looked at Fan Xiaoyao Yunbo from the beginning to the end again, nodded, and then said to Mo Qingyu: "It's hard for you to think about me so much, come and reward me!"
"Thank you, Queen Mother."
Mo Qingyu took Xiaoyao Yunbo out and changed her clothes before entering the hall and taking a seat. But it could be seen that Mo Qingyu's complexion was extremely bad.
After Xiaoyao Yunbo danced before, everyone felt boring and vulgar about any dance they watched.
During this period, ministers kept toasting to the empress and said some blessings, but the empress also drank them one by one. After drinking too much wine, a big peach and red color climbed up her face, and there was a hint of a different smell.
I don't know which minister shouted, "May the Queen make a birthday wish!"