Chapter 33: : Evening Banquet 8

Xuan Yuanyu didn't say a word, and when he got up, his expression was high and indifferent.
Xi Yan quickly put on her dress and stood up from the ground.
Xuan Yuanding had an unknown disease, so she used her as a cover to avoid the Accord when she first became ill.
As long as she obeyed his orders and stood there obediently, then she is still safe now.
However, she still touched the place that should not be touched, so she got the sentence again:
What is happening today cannot be said to be known to a third person.
This is the second time, he said this to her.
In just ten days into the palace, did she accidentally learn too many things she shouldn't know?
It is not a good thing to know too many things that should not be known.
For the emperor, there are some places he deliberately wants to go to. If he is accidentally known, he will only believe that the dead are the safest.
The reason, she is not dead yet, but the time is not up.
Xi Yan's eyebrows flicked, she was not afraid of death, but at least for now, she couldn't die.
She has to live.
Therefore, she must think of a way to prevent Xuanyuanyu from killing her, or that her life has certain value relative to his privacy.
She took a breath and he had gone to the entrance of the Accord.
Pushing the door open, the queen mother just stood there, while Bai Linan still smiled lazily, standing beside the queen mother, Mu Yao's expression remained unchanged, her head was always lowered, and her hands were slightly closed Inside the sleeve.
"Queen of mother, I was so overwhelmed by alcohol that I took a break."
In a word, Xi Yan, who was behind him, listened to himself. Also at this time, she suddenly felt that the relationship between Xuan Yuanyu and the Queen Mother was very delicate. After all, this careless sentence, after all, had something hidden behind it, a taste that could not be said.
"Oh, the emperor is invincible?" The Queen Mother's voice seemed concerned, but her eyes fell on Xi Yan's face.
Xi Yan discovered that her hair bun had long been loose.
In addition to the thirty-five rotations, she had just fallen in the dressing room. At this time, most of her blue silks were hanging on her face, and she was violating the taboo in the palace.
Princess Gong is not allowed to be put in front of others.
Sure enough, the empress looked at Xi Yan with a smile and said:
"The drunk concubine's hair bun today is ingenious, but this is a state banquet, not a family feast. Such ingenuity is better."
Xi Yan's brow furrowed, and immediately released this sentence, she bowed and blessed:
"Empress Dowager Changle Promise. Empress Dowager, in fact, is not the emperor's unsuccessful wine."
She said this lightly, and it didn't matter what people heard, it was important what she said next.
"It's not the concubines, the concubines shouldn't dance, and the dance skills are not good, which caused dizziness and discomfort. The emperor Gu pity the concubine before leaving the seat to temporarily accompany the concubine and rest in the Accord.
She said this in a timid tone, and knelt to the ground:
"Please ask the queen mother to punish the concubine, the concubine knew the wrong."
The queen mother looked down at Xi Yan and knelt down, not immediately waiving her courtesy.
As she knelt, her skirt draped abruptly with a ray of red about to dry up.
A snow-colored skirt, only a pool of red.
Even if it's just a small pool, it can't be ignored.
What is behind this is not difficult to guess.
If other proofs are needed, the folds on Xi Yan's placket are undoubtedly another proof.
The material of this dress, although thin and light, is very warm in winter.
The reason is that this is a silkworm silk weaved by the tribe of the Fan people.
Of course, even the most expensive fabrics have their shortcomings-once the silk is pressed, it is easy to wrinkle.
As always, even the perfect person has the same shortcomings.
The queen mother looked at the woman kneeling before her eyes.
Not only is she young, her appearance is so beautiful that women will be amazed when they see it.
Of course, it is this exclamation that is really hard to tolerate.
The atmosphere is a bit stagnant.
The queen mother looked at Xi Yan, her expression unpredictable.
Xuan Yuanyu stood with his hand down without saying a word.
Bai Linan's eyes were connected with Xuan Yuanyu, but the deeper the smile floating on his lips.
"Queen Empress Yung."
In this stagnant atmosphere, a gentle woman's voice sounded softly. After the empress dowager made her first announcement, the voice continued:
"It was Muyou who wanted to caress a song before Xianjun, and the drunk concubine danced to accompany her dance. To make up, but this dance, beyond the dancer's maximum bearing, will lead to lack of physical strength. The queen mother is the fault of Mu You, please punish Mu You for her. "
Mu Yao knelt down together, and on this kneeling, the red beading dingin sounded, and fell to the ground, knocking into the heart of the caring person.
Who is the caring person?
However, they are all robbed.
"Get up, yaoer." The empress did not have the slightest tone of reproach, but instead helped Mu yao with her own hands. "The mourning family knows that going thousands of miles, you are reluctant. It is really rare. The Ai Family believes that your Majesty the Ye Emperor will also treat the children well, right? "
The queen mother took Mu's hand and handed it to Bailinan.
Bai Linan smiled gracefully. It turned out that laziness and elegance can also exist at the same time.
The only place he exists is in his smile.
His hand took Mu Tao's hand from the queen mother's hand, but this one was still across the robe sleeve.
"I will never bear the goodwill of the queen mother and the sovereign."
The queen mother smiled comfortably, and her eyes signalled that the female officer had presented a box of brocades with the lid open. Inside, there were two beautiful jades.
Half of them are nine panlong dragons flying in the clouds.
Half of them are lying Phoenix resting on the branch of peony.
The bright white luster is just like the best Hetian Baiyu.
"These two jade jades were left by the ancestors. Today, they are given to the monarch and Taoer, wishfulness, bihe, and harmony." The empress's meaning conveyed a little smile, and said slowly.
Mu Yao thanked him by blessing his body and quietly withdrew his hand from Bailinan.
After receiving the Empress Dowager's reward, she turned back, took a gold hairpin from her hair bun, and walked to Xi Yan, lowered her body, bowed the blue silk of Xi Yan, and twisted the familiar techniques. Having combed into a simple bun, she inserted the gold hairpin into the bun and fixed it, still gently saying:
"Xie Niangniang rounded up the song for Mu Yuan, this hairpin is indeed more suitable for the lady."
A simple sentence.
Of course, it means that it is not simple after all.
Her eyes glanced past the Xuanyuanyu, but just a glance, she withdrew her eyes and focused on Xi Yan's face:
"Treasure more."
When these four words are spoken, she can taste the astringent taste, full of tongue tips.
Xuan Yuanyu stood aside without looking at her.
Yeah, why would he look at her?
What he had in his eyes was the woman on the night of the Yuan Festival, and the woman, who was in love with the folks, did not act as a shrine.
Suddenly closing her hand, she turned back and walked back to Bailinan.
Xi Yan understands Mu Yao's intentions, but now is not the time for her to speak.
Such an atmosphere, silence is the only thing she can do.
"Drunken concubine, that's why, why do you take the blame and get up." The Queen Mother finally interrupted the silence, gentle and authentic.
"Concubine thanking the queen mother!"
Xi Yanfu bowed her head, and when she stood up, the soles of her feet were soft again, but Xuan Yuan's hand gently supported her. She avoided it silently, and bowed to the side. At this stop, Xuan Yuan's eyebrows After a while, he ordered:
"The wind is up, Mo Zhu, take the cloak."
Mo Zhunuo sounded, there was a court lady's cloak, Xuanyuan took the cloak and tied it to Xi Yan's body.
Cloak, very warm.
The heart of man is not warm.
Especially in this water pavilion, wearing a cloak to continue to feast, the cold is a trace, with every celebration of the celebration, into the heart and spleen.
Fortunately, she had a veil and no one could see it. Under the veil, there was always no smile on her lips.
Who is this night feast, who really smiles and drinks thousands of bottles without being drunk?
So, she just had to smile in her eyes, so that would be fine ...
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