The one hundred and ninety-fourth

The candidates to be edicted to participate in the state banquet were decided, and the Hanlin Academy was filled with a polarized atmosphere.

The hairpin lady who was chosen, the fate master and the Ouyang Lord were like nothing to eat and drink every day, and life was still so plain, and those who were not selected were hung with very bad faces one by one, and they did not leave the backyard room one by one, and even the food was delivered by the palace attendants.

Although Qin Ying was not selected, she cried about this matter at noon on the day of the audit, and after getting Li Chengqian's solemn promise, her heart was completely calmed down and she was not jealous. What's more, the three of them are more or less her friends and elders.

Su Huan and Master Yuan mentioned before that the hairpin lady would win the favor of His Majesty, and suddenly flew up to the branch and became the focus of everyone's eyes.

So Qin Ying was not surprised by her development. How to fellowship with her, or how to fellowship.

The friendship between the two men was also very strong, and it was not broken by feelings of jealousy or flattery.

In the blink of an eye, it is the day of the state banquet.

There was still an hour and a half before the dinner began, and Qin Ying was called into the Kanzi room by the hairpin lady. She sat lazily on the side of the small table, yawning as she tirelessly moved in and out of the screen, changing into different colored skirts.

The hairpin girl tried five or six skirts in a row, and finally sat down tired. She pulled the tie of her skirt with one hand and asked nervously, "Which one is better?" In fact, she is usually very assertive, but because she has never been to a big banquet like a state banquet, she is worried that she will have no master.

Qin Ying raised her eyebrows, and observed the deep thread on her chest for a while before saying, "The embroidered pomegranate skirt you tried for the first time." "When she used to be a servant in Zhonglu Pavilion, she didn't miss the color styles that served those geisha counselors. After practicing the vision for a long time, it is quite vicious, and the hairpin girl can't lift her head with a sharp blow.

By saying this, she meant that the ones she had just tried were useless.

The hairpin lady didn't pay attention to Qin Ying's gaze, so she stayed in that place that attracted reverie, and muttered in a low voice: "Beauty is beautiful, what if you collide with the queen or the concubine." ”

"Then be on the safe side and wear the ugliest one." Qin Ying casually pinched a piece of flower cake, put it in her mouth, and then said irresponsibly.

The hairpin lady thought about it and felt that the bitter taste of good medicine is good for disease, and loyalty is good for action. Then he put on a dark purple dress and a lotus white chaffle. She was already tall, and it was best to attend a state banquet and wear a full-breasted skirt as a dress. The dark and luxurious color of the dress made her even more charming.

Qin Ying smacked her lips, changed to a comfortable position, leaned her arms on the small table, and watched the hairpin girl groom in the mirror.

The flower waiter of the hairpin lady, Ripple, went to the state banquet to help first, so now there is no one who can help with the makeup. She scattered a piece of green silk, then divided it into five large strands and fixed them with a small grate.

Qin Ying patted the pastry residue on her hand, walked to the hairpin lady's side, and deliberately said in a disgusted tone: "If you continue to rub it off like this, the state banquet will already be halfway through." Without waiting for the hairpin lady to blush and say anything, Qin Ying knelt behind her, scooped up a handful of green silk from her, and skillfully coiled up the fallen horse bun with a comb grate.

"You ......" The hairpin lady only felt a pair of immature hands caressing the top of her head, moving in a tight manner, with a slight itch in comfort. She wanted to ask Qin Ying, a child who had not yet reached the end of her life, how she learned to tie her hair.

Qin Ying seemed to know what the hairpin lady thought, and combed her hair with crooked eyebrows and eyes to the ends, and then said: "Don't look at me like this, when I was a little maid in Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang, I didn't learn these things. ”

The bronze mirror is not very clearly reflected, and the shadow of her and the hairpin girl is tall and short. They look like cousins who have a good relationship. After a while, Qin Ying got her hair in a bun, put the comb next to the makeup box, watched the hairpin girl reach out and stroke her ears, looked in the mirror, and then couldn't help but praise: "The craftsmanship is really good." "She was filled with happiness.

The hairpin lady applied a layer of powder, dotted lipstick, drew two small red dots on her cheeks, and pasted the flowers on her forehead, only then did she feel satisfied with her makeup.

Qin Ying used to watch geisha makeup, but now when she looks at the side of the hairpin lady, she only feels very light.

When she cleaned up, Qin Ying sent her out of the Hanlin Courtyard, but she didn't expect the palace attendants and maids of the East Palace to stand at the door one by one, looking like they were intercepted by the guards. Qin Ying walked over and asked the Qianniu Guard Commander on duty, and he bluntly said that they didn't have a fish talisman.

She smiled when she heard this, but her eyes were cold, without any emotion: "The people sent by His Royal Highness the Prince, don't you give face?" She used to walk around the East Palace every day, and she knew all those palace attendants and maids almost closely, so when those two children saw Qin Ying, it was like seeing a god and Buddha, and they hurriedly bowed down with joy and tears.

Qin Ying helped them up one by one and said, "Does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have something to look for me?" ”

The two palace attendants who were about the same height as Qin Ying said in unison: "Your Highness has obtained the name of Lord Qin to participate in the palace banquet, let us invite you over, but the status is low, and there is no way to go in to announce." "It's great to see Lord Qin here. If the task arranged by His Royal Highness cannot be completed, he can completely leave the East Palace.

Qin Ying raised her eyebrows, a little happy in her heart. I didn't expect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be a man of his word. She lowered her head and looked at the cyan official uniform she was wearing, because it had just been washed and still smelled of soap, but it didn't feel very good, it was a little hard, Qin Ying was silent for a moment and said: "Qin Mou is not an important person, so it doesn't hurt to participate in the state banquet like this." ”

The hairpin lady's eyebrows rose, and she had a premonition that Qin Ying would have a place at the state banquet. Early this morning, she also persuaded Qin Ying to change into a set of robes of a different color, always wearing light blue and looking bleak.

And the aesthetics of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the hairpin lady are just the opposite. He admired Qin Ying's appearance in a light green official uniform.

Led by the hairpin lady, she passed through layers of strict door inspections and entered the gate of the Liangyi Palace, Qin Ying still felt that it was not very real. When she went to court, she had looked up at its eaves countless times, but she never imagined that one day she would be able to sit in the same hall with His Majesty, courtiers, and even Tang envoys, and be one of the guests of this state banquet.

Before the banquet began, the ladies of the workshop were already sitting or standing, and began to play the song of the workshop.

The bells and drums are in harmony with each other, and the music rises and falls. Qin Ying's mind fell with the song "Qing Shang Ling".

If that hadn't happened, Mei Sanniang would probably have sat in the classroom and played the best jade hall.

Thinking of this, Qin Ying couldn't break it. (To be continued.) )