The Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet was organized by Concubine Lan Guifei with Concubine Hui and Concubine Yu.

Xia Nishang sat in front of the dresser early, letting Yun Yi and Ran Tian fiddle with her.

Earlier, Emperor Yuewu sent a brocade box containing a hibiscus water hairpin and a pair of crystal hollow lotus earrings.

Xia Nishang looked at herself in the mirror, as if she hadn't dressed like this for a long time, and she was in a trance, as if she was still in the past.

It's just that the face is different, and the mood is also different.

At first, when I looked at this face, I only thought it was a woman with a good face, but now I found that she was a lovely woman with a lot of stamen in her eyes, big eyes, small cheeks, and a slight flush.

"Little master, is this good?" Yun Yi stood behind Xia Nishang and asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Xia Nishang looked at her hand, it was a purple brocade jacket with a silk latte flower, with a long skirt of elegant and purple fairy.

"Well, that's it." Not arrogant, not impatient, not showy, purple can highlight her temperament, but also lining her skin like snow, so, that is, good.

Dressed in good clothes, wearing the blue belted leather boots given by the emperor a few days ago, Xia Nishang stood in front of the mirror, looking at the shy, beautiful, and graceful self, and just showed a smile.

"Let's go." Xia Ni + one + book + read + novel + ybdu dress held Yun Yi's hand and walked towards Qifeng Palace.

Every year's Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet is held in Qifeng Palace, but now, Qifeng Palace has no hostess, I don't know what kind of mood everyone is in?

Today's Qifeng Palace is full of vitality, although it has been more than two years since Queen Xianjia passed away, but this Qifeng Palace, on weekdays, is also mostly bleak, only at the end of this year, at the beginning of the year, will there be a trace of breath.

I don't know what happened to those two children. Xia Nishang remembered the pair of twins left by Queen Xianjia, who are now more than two years old, and it is the time to recognize people, perhaps, they have long forgotten that, gave birth to them with their lives, and brought them to this world Queen Mother.

There are already a lot of people in Qifeng Palace, and after being reborn again, Xia Nishang doesn't go out and walk around much, but there are many people who haven't seen her.

At a glance, Yu Zhaoyi had already arrived, and was feeding the prince something. Concubine Hui was talking to Mu Ya beside her, and Jing Zhaohua, Lan Yu and Concubine Ling also came.

"There are quite a lot of old people." Xia Nishang said softly.

"What did the little lord say?" Yun Yi didn't hear the words that were on her lips.

"Nothing." Xia Nishang shook her head, followed Yun Yi's hand, and found a seat.

Because it was a family banquet, all the eldest emperors, princes, and Fujin had also arrived.

Xia Nishang saw the cold night Yuewu on the opposite side, and smiled, Zhiqin's little girl now has the posture of the aunt in charge, and she doesn't know what she is commanding.

However, this is the first time that Xia Nishang has seen the Great Elder Emperor Ji Leng Ye Yuelan, that is, the "sister" of Leng Yexuan. The eldest emperor wore a rose-red silk brocade jacket, she did not inherit the beauty of the queen mother, she looked like an ordinary woman. However, it exudes a royal temperament, which cannot be imitated by ordinary people.

She was teasing the child in the hands of the maid behind her, this was her third child, she was born at the beginning of the year, and she was crowned Jingya Zongji by the emperor.

Yuelan Dachang Emperor Ji was named Wanyuan Emperor Ji by the first emperor back then, and gave her the champion at that time.

She saw that Xia Nishang was looking at herself, but she just smiled in return, she was so beautiful with the radiance of a mother all over her body.

Xia Nishang felt that her eyes were a little moist, once upon a time, her mother also looked at her like that, so kind and kind. I haven't seen my mother for a long time, and it's been more than three years since I entered the palace. In the past three years, I have experienced too much, and I have lost too much. Perhaps, my state of mind is not the simple girl I used to be.

"The emperor has arrived, the queen mother has arrived, Concubine Lan has arrived, and Concubine Yu has arrived." A sharp voice echoed in the Qifeng Palace.

These four people arrived together. Xia Nishang smiled secretly in her heart, pretending to be a family, but in fact, she was really tired of her thoughts.

"Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet, everyone is a family member, so don't be restrained." Leng Yexuan didn't wear a dragon robe today, but wore a dark purple brocade robe, which was quite similar to the color of Xia Nishang's clothes.

The dinner party began with the emperor's voice, and for a while, the little eunuchs reported the names of the sumptuous dishes, and a group of palace maids in bean-green palace clothes served those so-called delicacies. Everything is so harmonious, yet so hypocritical.

All the concubines stepped forward to perform in order according to their ranks, from bottom to top, from low to high.

Xia Nishang's position is not high, so it will be hers soon.

She had already promised Leng Yexuan that she would play the flute to him today, thinking about her former self, loving him so much, and being willing to do anything for him, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Xia Nishang held a jade flute, standing in the center of the hall, a breeze hit, her clothes fluttering, and she was overwhelmed.

She chose a song called "Dream Heart" 1, this song, Murong Yining in her previous life once played it to Leng Yexuan, and today, she still has to play this, making Leng Yexuan feel guilty, which is her purpose.

"Dream Heart" briefly describes the love and hatred between a young lady and the emperor, just like them, just playing again, the mood may not be the same.

Xia Ni was blowing while staring at Leng Yexuan's expression. She saw that his face changed from shock to melancholy in his eyes. Xia Nishang smiled secretly in her heart, I want you to feel guilty for the rest of your life for the sake of Murong Yining, and I want you to never forget her.

At the end of the song, Leng Yexuan's eyes were already a little moist, and he looked at Xia Nisheng's face in a daze, as if he coincided with that woman, the woman who had left a long time ago.

"Okay." Leng Yexuan's voice was a little choked, "Wu'er's song, I really don't know what to say." Xia Xing, bring the spiritual heart. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xia Xing responded, and stepped forward with a brocade bag.

"In the early years, I once gave Concubine Rou a tube of 'Spirit Dance', but it was broken. Later, I ordered someone to create a 'spiritual heart'. Although the spiritual heart is not as good as the spirit dance, it is also made of purple jade under the thousand-year-old cold jade pool. It's just that she didn't have time to give it to Concubine Rou, and she died early. Today's flute music reminds me of Concubine Rou back then, and I will give it to you. ”

"Thank you, the concubines will definitely live up to the emperor's trust." Xia Nishang knelt down, bowing her head and hiding her thoughts. Spirit Dance, Spirit Heart, the Spirit Dance that was broken by Concubine Yu back then, it turned out that he always remembered.

"Let's go." Cold Night Xuan.

Xia Nishang asked Yun Yi to put the spirit heart back in the brocade bag, and then returned to her seat, this time, she would definitely protect it well.

However, when she returned to her seat, she only cared about her own thoughts, but she didn't see that there were two resentful eyes on herself.

One is Concubine Yu Su Qinhan, who broke the Spirit Dance back then, she didn't expect that the emperor would have such a deep memory of that fateful Murong Yining, and he would recreate a purple jade flute for her.

The other one was also angry, but the difference was that there was a trace of jealousy and sadness mixed in that anger. Who is she?

1: The name of the song is the author's own design, if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental.