In the words of the queen mother, she accused the queen of being proud of her writings, looking down on the warriors of the world, and even more so on the first emperor.

The Emperor sat on the dragon chair, leaning lazily, and never spoke when he heard the conversation between the two.

At this time, seeing that the queen was going to say more, she frowned, waved her hand and said:

"Today is the birthday of the queen mother, where did you get so many rules. Do you still see less of this sword dance on weekdays? Good life appreciation is. ”

The queen's words of rebuttal had already reached her mouth, and after hearing the emperor's words, she swallowed it, and glanced at Zhao An, who was kneeling below, out of the corner of her eye, and stopped talking.

Just grabbed the hand of the phoenix chair, and involuntarily tightened it a little, and raised his chin a little higher.

Only then did the queen mother put away the chill in her eyes, with love in her eyes, she looked at Zhao An, who was kneeling, and said with a smile:

"Miss Zhao, get up. Don't be afraid, the mourning family likes to watch the sword dance, you can rest assured that the performance is. ”

Zhao An, who was pitifully drawn to the first performance, could have left a deep impression in everyone's hearts and was envied by all the young ladies, and was already trembling in fright when he received a sharp warning from the queen.

Even with the comfort of the Queen Mother, the posture is obviously unnatural when performing again.

Not only could he not keep up with the rhythm of the piano music, but the last jumping sword posture was only halfway down, and he fell directly.

If you have to use one word to describe Zhao An's sword dance, it is a mess.

It didn't show the heroic posture that the sword dance should have, and it was hearty.

As soon as Zhao An's feet landed, he knelt down again, and he didn't dare to raise his head, "I'm sorry, the queen mother, the courtiers didn't perform well, please forgive the queen mother." ”

The queen mother said secretly, poor child, frightened the queen by this appearance, sighed softly, and comforted:

"Good boy, it's okay. Women learn more weak skills, your sword dance is very rare, the mourning family likes it very much, I believe you can perform better next time. ”

Ming Yulong saw that the look on Zhao An's face was almost about to cry, and as soon as he retreated, he quickly ran to the stage, remembering the confrontation between the queen and the queen mother just now, it was really difficult for her.

The queen once gave birth to a prince and died early, and has never conceived a prince again, and there is only one princess under her knees.

After the death of Empress Yuan, Emperor Ming handed over the crown prince Nalan Jun to the queen to raise.

Probably knowing that she could not give birth to a son, the queen pinned all her thoughts and hopes on Nalan Jun, treating him as if he were her own son, taking care of him carefully, teaching wholeheartedly, and urging the prince's learning and progress.

It is precisely because of this that this queen, who is not very generous and virtuous, has a good reputation among the courtiers.

And Zhao An's grandfather, Zhao Shangshu of the Ministry of War, is an old minister and a loyal minister of the first emperor, with an upright and resolute personality, loyal to the monarch, and it can be said that he is also loyal to the queen mother.

The secretary of the military department is an important position, and he is in charge of the dispatch of soldiers and horses in the DPRK and China.

The queen spent a lot of effort to win him over as the prince's party, but she was repeatedly defeated. The person who sent Lu to be a lobbyist was expelled even with a courtesy, and even the queen was unceremoniously accused by Zhao Shangshu.

So his granddaughter Zhao An, the queen naturally has to make things difficult in every way.

"Actually, Zhao An's sword dance is very good, it's a pity this time." Ming Rulu said softly, although her tone was regretful, she couldn't suppress a slight schadenfreude.

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