The royal family banquet is not as harsh and rigorous as the external ceremonies, and many etiquettes are no longer so exquisite, to put it bluntly, it is just a small gathering.

The location was chosen on a viewing platform near the pond in the back garden of the Qianyuan Palace, and all kinds of dishes and singing and dancing programs were not neglected, but there were few people who went to the banquet. Just because there is only one queen in the king's harem, and the king's biological mother has long since passed away, and the king has no heirs, so to put it bluntly, only the king, the queen, and Yukun are invited to this banquet.

Phantom Xi painted light makeup, only a thin layer of fragrance powder on his face, but he was still beautiful and moving. She wore a flesh-pink lotus wide-brimmed skirt, covered with a small shawl of golden silk cicada wings and goose yellow, and her brocade-like black hair curled up high, and a swaying phoenix bird in the center, which was the queen's unique ornament. And because this whole dress is idle, the phoenix bird decoration with a gold neck and silver feathers, inlaid with red, purple, blue and white gems, is too heavy and too incompatible with this dress.

The resentful silk and bamboo orchestra was played, and the king, who had fallen on the throne, leaned back, stretched his somewhat stiff waist, and changed to a comfortable posture: "The palace banquet does not have to be restrained. ”

The king's voice was kind, even ambiguous. provoked the illusion that he thought it was his own delusion, and he just wanted to thank him in a daze, but when he looked up, he found that it was his own self-inflicted amorous ...... When the king said this, his eyes were on Yukun, who was standing beside him.

This feeling...... It makes Phantom feel very uncomfortable in his heart.

Although she didn't love Wang, and although she didn't care whether Wang cared about her or not, Wang's behavior still made her feel like she was being slandered, as if she was a person who shouldn't be here, so bad!

That's right, the palace banquet, that is, the family banquet, is really counted as the king's family, and there is only one Yukun.

Scold......

A sneer swirled in her heart and floated on her brows, and she slowly picked up a glass of wine in front of her, and put it in her mouth with half a sleeve.

Even the silent ridicule that fell from the bottom of his heart, Yukun seemed to feel it. He bowed to Rou Dai, and quietly swept his eyes with his afterglow, and then lifted his robe and sat down in a seat close to the king.

Yu Kun's faint gaze that fell on Phantom Xi did not escape Rou Dai's sight.

Sometimes, the so-called heart and soul are still just because they care too much......

Rou Dai didn't say anything, but she felt inexplicably blocked in her heart, as if she was unhappy. He suppressed the smile on the corner of his lips and took a sip of the wine cup.

Miao Miao Qiufeng slowly wrapped the "Return" played on the side of the palace road, and the already slightly mournful tune was teased by the wind, becoming more and more dry and low, slightly bitter and roundabout.

"Change!" This feeling made Rou Dai very uncomfortable, and she waved her hand in the air and ordered the song to be withdrawn.

Flowing clouds obscured the warm autumn sun, casting a small shadow of dark dust on the earth. This shadow just enveloped Yukun in it.

The steep autumn wind slowly blew with a wisp of coolness, and Yu Kun's mood became more and more depressed. He knew that Rou Dai was unhappy, and very unhappy. When he was plain and soft in front of people, he always had an indifferent expression that did not distinguish between joy and sorrow and was difficult to figure out his mood, but now he showed his unhappiness on his face...... Is!

Yukun didn't find it funny, just because he knew that Rou Dai was eating his jealousy.

At this time, the music starts again, and the rotation is a cheerful Yangchun tune, the tune is sometimes compact like rain hitting plantains, sometimes soothing like icebergs and snow melting, sometimes like the clear spring of the valley rushing endlessly, and sometimes turning into the bright moon among the pines and the cold rhyme......