Feng Qian walked to the center of the main hall for a while, Concubine Xi returned to the table, and the little eunuch also prepared the things that Feng Qian needed.

It wasn't any musical instrument, just a long table with a few jade bowls, a few porcelain plates, and two chopsticks made of white jade. The jade bowl and the porcelain dish contain different shades of water.

Jun Moying raised her eyebrows, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, how could this little thing be so nondescript even with a good performance?

Li Detong was even more frightened by her things, and almost didn't drop his jaw, could it be that his aunt and grandmother were planning to perform how to "eat" in public?

Whispers rang out in the hall.

"You said she forgot it, she forgot it, what can she do......

"People don't want to lose people in front of the emperor, so the dead duck has a hard mouth......"

"But isn't it even more embarrassing now, look at what this is called......

Ignoring everyone's surprised or disdainful gazes, Feng Qian's expression was calm, and he picked up the two white jade chopsticks with a smile, and knocked them on the jade bowl and porcelain plate a few times without a sense of rhythm.

The chatter around them gradually faded down.

Feng Qian still bent the corners of his lips, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Immediately, the hand was lightly raised, the wrist swinged, and the jade chopsticks collided on the dishes, making a crisp sound of clanging, gradually forming a beautiful music.

That kind of timbre and tone is not as mellow and rich as the guqin, not as long and melodious as the flute, but a kind of self-contained clear sound, which is so clear that it does not seem to eat the fireworks of the world.

There was no noise in the hall, and everyone stared intently at the woman in the center.

There is jealousy, there is amazement and affection.

Feng Qian was wearing a lotus-colored wide skirt today, and the white down blouse looked thick, but it set off her thin body more and more delicate and lovely.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes, long eyelashes with the low-hanging eyelids, beautiful and natural, flashing a smart atmosphere.

"The person who was in the small mezzanine of my backpack accompanied me across the ocean through every journey, the invisible scarecrow, the innocent man who guarded me, I once thought that love could make the future only for one person ......"

The thin lips opened lightly and sang softly to the rhythm of the percussion in the hand.

In fact, Feng Qian didn't think about what to sing before he came up, until the tune of the percussion in his hand was formed, and he was surprised that it was this song "Wish to Win the Heart of One".

She always thought that her mind was avant-garde and open-minded, but she didn't want to end up being just a layman. When you get a little, you want a little more, and then you take it endlessly, and you ask for it again.

Jun Moying treated her very well, really good, so good that she often forgot his identity as an emperor.

But she was very conflicted in her hope that he was not so good, because she was not sure how long he could last this "goodness", and how long before he would do this to other women.

Feng's shallow eyes shone slightly, the corners of her mouth were still smiling like flowers, and the sparseness under her eyes was just a flash, even if it was as clear and clear as her singing voice, the stars were mottled, like bright stars.

The amazed gaze of everyone seemed to be cemented on her, and she could never be taken back.

The Queen Mother's breathing was slightly heavy, and her deep face couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry, she was calm on the surface, but her heart was already surging. Especially when he saw his son's gaze staring at Feng Qian's body tightly, his heart could no longer be calm