The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

Chapter 38: ten li xiang

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The banquet hall is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Everyone took their seats, the crown prince and Zongzheng Wuyou sat side by side on the top seat, Fu Zhao and Princess Rong Le sat opposite each other, and Lord Yu sat at the head of Fu Zhao. At the beginning of the banquet, it was natural to be courteous first, and the official etiquette was extremely thoughtful. For this dinner, not only the most famous chef in the capital was invited, but also the girl from Tianxiang Tower was invited to play the piano and dance to cheer up the wine.

The sound of the piano is flowing, melodious and cheerful. The exquisite dishes were served one by one. Zongzheng Xiaoren moved his chopsticks first, tasted it, and exclaimed: "As expected of a chef invited from a restaurant in the capital, it is delicious, good! General Fu has a heart!" Speaking of it, it seems that this banquet was specially arranged for him, and the others were all in his honor.

"Just suit the prince's taste." Fu Tuo smiled gently, and when he lowered his eyes, a touch of sarcasm lightly crossed the corner of his eyes, and it was fleeting.

Zongzheng Wuyou had no expression on his face, his eyes swept across the sitting Princess Rong Le intentionally or unintentionally, and he couldn't smell the fragrance of powder that seemed to come out from his bones, so he always felt vaguely familiar.

Princess Rong Le didn't notice it, she looked at the delicious food and wine in front of her, her expression was indifferent, she didn't have the slightest appetite, she just sat quietly.

The sound of the piano of the woman under the banquet suddenly changed, and the soft and graceful melody flowed out from the fingers. The eight blue-clothed women outside the hall responded in two rows, taking clear and shallow steps, curling in with their arms gathered in the middle. Raised high, the sky-like blue water sleeves hang down to the ground. Walking to the center of the room, eight people formed a circle, followed by Qu Yinliu's waist swaying, sixteen long sleeves danced together, drawing a semi-circular arc in the air, suddenly there were two colorful water sleeves surrounded by a woman in blue The center of the circle rose into the sky, like a rainbow suddenly rising in the sky in spring among the surrounding blue, it was so dazzlingly beautiful that it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The woman was dressed in a tulle dress made of colorful silk, her waist was soft and boneless, her dancing figure was as light as a butterfly, and her breasts fluttered and trembled under the gauze as she danced, looming. A water-colored veil covered her entire face, which looked vague and hazy. Coupled with her wonderful dancing posture, it added a sense of mystery and charm.

Zongzheng Xiaoren kept leaning forward, his eyes were full of evil light, fixedly staring at the woman in colorful clothes, his eyes did not turn away.

Zongzheng Wuyou was stunned for a moment, the woman's figure looked so familiar... An inexplicable anger suddenly rose in his heart, he clenched his fists, but his face remained calm.

After the dance, Zongzheng Xiaoren stood up, clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay! It's Chang'e in the Moon Palace who saw the girl's dancing posture. I'm afraid she would die of shame." He laughed a few times and walked off the table. For a while, he looked up and down the eyes of the woman in colorful clothes, as if she was not wearing any clothes, she reached out and wanted to take off the woman's veil, the woman quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid his hand, he was not annoyed, on the contrary, she was more A little interested, he simply put his hands behind his back, put on the posture of his prince, and asked in a superior tone: "Are you new to Tianxianglou? I haven't seen you before, what's your name?"

The woman in colorful clothes bowed to him, lowered her head, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "Little girl, Chen Xiang, entered Tianxiang Tower the day before yesterday."

Zongzheng Wuyou fixed his eyes on the woman in colorful clothes. Although the voice didn't sound exactly the same, it was more like the result of intentional changes. He couldn't help but frowned, but still didn't make a sound.

Zongzheng Xiaoren asked again: "Do you want to leave Tianxiang Tower?" The meaning of this sentence is self-evident.

Chen Xiang lowered her head even lower and remained silent, as if hesitating. Without Zongzheng Xiaoren's expected joy or gratitude, Zongzheng Xiaoren raised his eyebrows and said: "Why, do you think this Prince's Mansion is not as good as a Tianxiang Tower?"

Chen Xiang hurriedly knelt down, her voice sounded like a slight tremor, and said: "Little girl dare not."

Zongzheng Xiaoren said: "I'm sorry you don't dare!" Everyone knows that the crown prince is lustful, and it is not only once or twice that he brings women back to the mansion from the brothel. Thinking of his own daughter, Master Yu's complexion was not so good, he took a sip of tea, coughed lightly, reminding him that the purpose of coming this time was to get in touch with the Great General of Wei, not to find a woman in the General's Mansion. Zongzheng Xiaoren understood, but his eyes continued to glance at Chenxiang. Although he hadn't seen her face yet, her dancing posture alone was enough to make people fascinated. He glanced at Fu Zhao, as if he had some scruples, Fu Zhao understood in his heart, after all, he invited this person from Tianxiang Tower, and he had to speak up even if the prince wanted someone. So, he said with a smile: "The prince likes Miss Chenxiang, it's her good fortune. After the banquet, I will send someone to the Tianxiang Tower to say, it's not a big deal."

Zongzheng Xiaoren's mood suddenly brightened, he took Chen Xiang's hand, and took her to sit beside him.

Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes were getting colder, and his heart was inexplicably irritable. If this woman was her, then in order to get rid of him, she used Zongzheng Xiaoren to leave the general's mansion, willing to sacrifice her appearance and be looked down upon by others? ! He resisted the urge to lift the veil to see what was going on, waiting to see what else lay ahead.

Fu Zhao raised his hand and gestured to the outside, a maid carefully walked into the banquet with a white jade jug, Fu Zhao smiled and said, "Pour it for all the honored guests."

The color of the wine is transparent and clear. Once poured into the cup, the aroma of the wine is overflowing, rich and mellow.

Both Zongzheng Xiaoren and Master Yu are veterans of wine, their eyes lit up when they smelled the aroma of wine, and they knew that it was a rare and rare wine in a hundred years, Master Yu said in surprise: "Ten Mile Fragrance!"

Zongzheng Wuyou's heart was shocked, his face changed suddenly, and his eyes were instantly sharp as a knife.

Fu Zhao said with a smile: "Master Yu is very knowledgeable, but this wine is 'Ten Miles Fragrance'."

"Ten Miles Fragrance" is brewed by a farm family surnamed Qin in the outskirts of the capital. Smelling the aroma of the wine, Zongzheng Xiaoren exclaimed: "It turns out that this is 'Ten Miles Fragrance', and it really deserves its reputation. I heard that this wine no longer exists in the world. I wonder where General Fu got it from?"

Fu Zhaodao: "It was a gift from a friend by chance."

Master Yu sighed: "At the imperial banquet thirteen years ago, all the civil and military officials at the banquet praised the 'Ten Miles Fragrance' as the best wine, but I don't know what happened after that banquet, which caused His Majesty to be very angry. Outraged, the Qin family was ransacked and beheaded. It's a pity that there is not even a single person to pass on this fine craft of wine making!"

Fu Zhao glanced at Zongzheng Wuyou without any trace, and saw that his face was pale, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his gloomy eyes. Fu Tzu smiled and said, "Master Yu is already drunk before he has even had a drink."

Master Yu was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that after the tragedy of the Qin family thirteen years ago, His Majesty had decreed that no one should mention this matter again, and those who violated it would be punished as treason. And since then, there has never been a single drop of wine in the banquet held in the palace. Thinking of this, he was startled into a cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, look at me... just smelling the smell of wine, I started talking nonsense, I don't even remember what I said just now, ha... ha ha..." He laughed so hard It was embarrassing.

Princess Rong Le acted like a spectator to what happened in between, indifferent and calm. Occasionally, he raised his eyes and glanced, and seemed to see that Chen Xiang beside the prince trembled when Mr. Yu mentioned thirteen years ago. She couldn't help thinking that everyone in the world is indifferent, but it's a pity that the Qin family's wine making skills are lost, but no one sighs for this tragic death.

Fu Zhao picked up the wine glass and said, "Let's not talk about other things while the wine is fine today. Please!"

Zongzheng Xiaoren was no longer polite, and picked up the wine glass to drink, but suddenly felt a chill approaching his face, he turned his head and saw Zongzheng Wuyou's evil eyes were as cold as icicles, and his whole body exuded coldness He couldn't help being startled, thinking that Zongzheng Wuyou seemed to have hated alcohol and women since thirteen years ago. He smiled lightly and said, "Seventh Emperor Brother, this 'Ten Miles Fragrance' is a masterpiece among wines, so you should make an exception and taste it. Otherwise, it will be a great pity in your life!"

Zongzheng Wuyou had blue veins on his forehead, his body was as stiff as iron, ten lixiang, ten lixiang... Once these three words were mentioned, he couldn't get them out of his mind. He tried his best to suppress the surging thing in his chest, lifted With a wave of his hand, the jade cup that Zongzheng Xiaoren handed to his lips suddenly shattered, and the wine in the cup condensed into a column of water that rubbed against the tip of his nose, passed over the face of the woman beside him, and rushed straight to the pillar beside him.

The water pierced through the colonnade, leaving a small, dark perforation, which sprinkled on the opposite wall.

Zongzheng Xiaoren felt a pain in the tip of his nose, and quickly touched his nose. The bright red blood on his fingertips reminded him that he had just turned around from the gate of hell, and he couldn't help shaking.

The whole room was shrouded in a bone-piercing cold air, and even the breathing was frozen. The sip of wine Master Yu just drank was still in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what. That sip of wine is no longer a good wine to him at this moment, but a deadly poison. He opened his lips slightly, and the wine gurgled down from the corner of his trembling mouth, and flowed down his neck into the skirt of his clothes, crawling like a poisonous snake in his body, trembling uncontrollably.

There was silence for a while, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly weird.

The veil on the fragrant face was split by the water column and fell to the ground, revealing a beautiful face.

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