He smiled, raised his glass, and respected Feng Zhiwei from afar.
Feng Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, bowed to her superior Yaoyao, returned to her seat with a smile on her face, and refused to say a word.
Everyone followed her with amazed and admiring gazes. Unexpectedly, this daughter of the Feng family, who came from an ambiguous background, has been covered with dust for many years. I don't know how many times!
Only then did I think of Feng Zhiwei's mother who has been criticized for being a maverick, Qiu Mingying, the eldest daughter of the Qiu Mansion, was also a famous female hero in the imperial capital, known as a master of both literature and martial arts, excellent in poetry, calligraphy, piano and chess, but later she led troops to pay homage to her. As a female marshal, her martial arts record is too dazzling to cover up her gorgeous literary talent, making people forget that she also used to dress lightly and write poems in the pavilion.
Needless to say, Ms. Feng has been living with her mother. Such outstanding talent must have come from her mother's daily teaching.
"Worthy of being the queen of the Huofeng female commander back then." Staring at her thoughtfully for a long while, Emperor Tiansheng finally said slowly, "The family has a long history and a well-deserved reputation."
This phrase "family origin" is definitely not the same as the previous "family origin" that was deeply ironic. Once it comes from the mouth of Emperor Tiansheng, it represents an attitude.
Everyone immediately understood.
"Fire Phoenix's marshal is both civil and military. She was already famous in the imperial capital back then. Miss Feng is worthy of a famous family..."
"Thinking of the heroic and chivalrous female handsome back then, it is fascinating..."
"It's been a long time since I haven't seen a female handsome man, she must be more beautiful than before..."
Feng Zhiwei pressed her hands on the table, with a modest smile on her face, she listened calmly, with half of her face sunk in the reddish shadow of the palace lantern, no one could see the expression on her face.
No one noticed that her eyes were sparkling and sparkling, and the water was full of water.
mother.
Many years ago at the spring banquet, you also wrote poems on the screen, and the hall was shocked when a poem came out.
You also once wore hairpin flowers into the palace with a smile on your face, carrying the glory of thousands of people.
You have also faced provocations on the golden palace, a glass of wine was thrown in the palace, and the chapter was written when the glass was exhausted.
Now I reproduce your generosity and pride in those days, with a hundred poems about drinking wine, and smiling proudly before the emperor.
In the end, the emperor sighed in memory of the past.
With his words, no one will be able to bully you, no one will be able to humiliate you with those old things.
With bright eyes, she wanted to drink another glass of wine, let the warm, mellow and spicy taste rush away, and at this moment, her heart was raging, but she couldn't touch the wine glass—she had already thrown it for a show.
A full glass of wine was suddenly handed to her, and He Lianzheng smiled in her ear, "Hey, it's just a glass of wine, don't be so moved that you want to cry."
Feng Zhiwei turned her face away, the sparkle in her eyes had gone, her eyes were warm, and she looked at He Lianzheng with a smile, "Thank you."
He Lianzheng stared at her smile for a moment, then regained his usual undisciplined pride, and patted his chest, "Auntie is my heart, my liver, my lifeblood, baby, don't talk about a glass of wine, it's just what you want." If I don’t marry the other nine wives, I will admit it too!”
What nine wives? Feng Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, before he realized that he went back again, gave him a blank look, and smiled, "Don't worry, since my aunt is your heart and your liver, she will definitely worry about my precious nephew's ten wives, Not one less."
He Lianzheng smiled but did not answer, and poured wine for himself, but the glass of wine was put on his lips for a long time, and he did not drink it.
Because the selection of concubines failed to fulfill their wishes, the ladies were a little depressed. Seeing this, Concubine Chang Gui whispered a few words in Emperor Tiansheng's ear. Emperor Tiansheng's eyes lit up, and then he smiled and said: "I knew you were the most caring." .”
"Your Majesty praises the ministers and concubines, but the ministers and concubines dare not accept it this time." Concubine Chang said with a smile, "This is King Wei's filial piety, and the ministers and concubines have never seen it before."
She clapped her hands, and music burst out from all sides.
The sound of the music came suddenly, the tone was gorgeous and weird, a bit clear and ethereal, but also a bit weird ups and downs, with a faintly strange agitation rhythm, which made people's hearts jump up and down like tight or loose.
There are no musicians around, I just feel that the rhythm is far and near, jumping out of indulgence, retracting and letting go, as if it wants to squeeze out the blood in the human veins, which makes the human pulse throbbing, some delicate people Miss Da, unconsciously blushed.
The mere sound of the music was enough to grab everyone's attention, Tian Shengdi changed his casual demeanor, dropped his cup, and straightened up slightly.
The red light of the palace lanterns on all sides suddenly dimmed, and the red light flashed.
There was a flash of red light, and the night wind was blowing. On the lotus pond in front of the hall, someone suddenly flew up from a huge lotus flower!
Wearing demon red gold silk, dancing clothes and belts in the wind, spirit snake bun and hibiscus face, eyebrows coiled like demons, and a golden polo flower between the eyebrows, burning like lovesickness.
She holds an oddly shaped, petite golden lute-like musical instrument, and with her slender fingers, the clank sounds seem to be far away. Shaking, the clear water splashed slightly, the slender waist and soft fingers folded back and forth like silk, so soft that it was unbelievably soft, and all the movements became more enchanting and charming. It was obviously a dignified and flying dance, but she jumped out of it. A bit of beauty, that beauty resides in the dignified, looming, but more touching than Yanwu.
The women in the seat all had tender red faces, and the men in the seat all had tight breathing.
Emperor Tiansheng tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't control his shortness of breath. He only felt that the woman was dancing in the distance, her face was obviously not clear, but her frowns and smiles were full of beauty, as if she was only looking at him.
The second prince who presented this dancer immediately came forward to make fun of him, and said with a smile: "Father, this is a dancer from Xiliang. Since childhood, she has washed her body and cut her marrow with strange herbs from the wild and dense forest. It is soft as cotton and has a fresh breath, and is good at dancing on flowers, which is very different from my Central Plains charm, what do you think?"
"Good!" Emperor Tiansheng couldn't help giving a big praise, and then he realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly corrected his face, saying, "It's right for war, you should be frugal, and you shouldn't waste money on singing and dancing. It's too shameful for this to spread to the front .”
"Father, my mother is fifty years old. If you don't even have singing and dancing, you will be too wronged." The second prince laughed, "What's more, this girl is also dancing 'Yang Guanlie'."
"This is 'Yang Guanlie'?" Tian Shengdi was stunned, leaned over to look carefully, and then murmured, "Can Zhan Wu dance like this? It's really amazing..."