As soon as the sound fell, Qiu Lingshuang took his sister Qiu Yunruo into the main hall.

Another focal point of today's banquet finally arrived, and the nobles who had already sat or stood looked in the direction of the door.

Qiu Lingshuang was still wearing a purple ghost suit as he did when he met Mian Liang on the outskirts of Yin'an that day, but this time he was less dusty and more meticulous in his dress.

Qiu Yunruo Mian next to her is acquainted, today she is wearing a simple floral light blue skirt, small and elegant, the double bun on her head is meticulously combed, lining her round face is a little more pleasing.

Qiu Lingshuang has been away from home for a long time, and this time he suddenly returned to Yin'an, which inevitably set off another topic of conversation.

Every time Qiu Lingshuang came back in the past, there was an important reason, and this time he came back again, everyone's first reaction was to contact the sacrifices of the Xiang clan.

No matter how powerful the sacrifice is, it is just a ghost after all, and the strongest weapon against ghosts is not Qiu Lingshuang, who is named "the strongest ghost deterrent".

And Qiu Lingshuang's Qiu clan already belonged to the royal family, and it was only natural for him to come forward to deal with the sacrificial sleeping fence.

After the enemy clan, it was the Sheng clan who entered the palace, and the ones who came were Sheng Zhuohuai, Mrs. Sheng Xiaorou and the two sons Sheng Wuyu and Sheng Shuiyu.

Sheng Minglang, the eldest son of the Sheng family, did not show up.

After Sheng Zhuohuai entered the hall, the first person he looked up at was Xiangyu at the top of the place.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and after their eyes fought in mid-air several times, Sheng Zhuohuai bowed to Xiangyu from afar, and then took a seat.

The guests are almost all here, the time has come, and the night banquet has officially begun.

The dancers dressed in red gauze cigarette shirts and blue hair flying in the sky rushed in, lined up in several rows, and when the music started, Yun Guang's sleeves began to flip and fly, and the scene suddenly rolled like red clouds.

A dancing girl was lifted into the air by a spell, and her body twisted and flew to the top, pouring countless white hedgerows from top to bottom.

The guests all looked up at the sky.

A burst of white as snowflakes flew in the sky, and when it fell, it swam in the undulating Red Sea, and the picture was beautiful.

The music in the hall is leisurely and harmonious, fascinating, like being in a fairyland.

The exclamations came and went, and everyone sighed that the scene was wonderful.

After the dance was over, the dancing queen retreated to the side, and the emperor at the top of the dance smiled and asked loudly: "The beauty of the dance is really complementary, Taichang Temple has done a good job this time, who is the person in charge of this dance?"

Luo Yuanzhi was dressed in an eight-grade official uniform: "Back to Your Majesty, it's a minister!"

The emperor looked at Luo Yuanzhi, who was standing bowed to His Royal Highness, and nodded with satisfaction: "It turned out to be Lord Luo, the captain of the Xielu School, Lord Luo is worthy of being the first person to appreciate beauty in Yin'an, a young talent, with outstanding taste, this dance is really a must!"

"Your Majesty's praise, this is what a minister should do, Your Majesty likes it, and it is an honor for a minister. ”

"Does this dance have a name?"

Luo Yuanzhi was stunned: "Not yet, if you can get the name of Your Majesty, it is really the luck of Taichang Temple." ”

The emperor stared at the hedge flowers under His Highness, his eyes flashing slightly.

He said slowly: "Although this dance is beautiful, there are regrets in the beauty, so let's call it the Regret Fence Dance." ”

After giving his name, the Emperor got up and left his throne and walked towards His Highness, stopping in front of a hedge flower.

One of the chamberlains stepped forward with great eyes, leaned over to pick up a few hedge flowers, and presented them to the emperor with both hands.

The emperor picked a hedge flower from the palm of his hand, and when he looked closely, several petals and stamens of the hedge flower were folded from plain paper, and they were not real flowers at all.

The emperor's face was not surprised, obviously he knew that this hedge flower was not a real flower, and the regret in his mouth just now was referring to this matter.

"Speaking of which, how many years has the hedge flower tree in Yin'an not bloomed, and when the hedge flower will return in flowering, can anyone know?"

The person sitting down suddenly replied: "In Xiangfu, there is a hedge tree that blooms all year round, isn't that tree taking away the flowering period of the entire other hedge trees in Yin'an?"

The person who spoke was Fu Hengzhi, the noble son who had an argument with Xun Guangyan in the box of Rongxiang Restaurant last time.

He was wearing a four-grade official uniform today, sitting there, a little more mature than he had seen in the Rongxiang Restaurant before.

However, his official uniform was wrinkled and crooked on his body, completely losing the solemnity that the clothes themselves should have.

As soon as Fu Hengzhi finished speaking, Fu Yi, who was sitting beside him, glared at him coldly, as if he didn't approve of him suddenly coming out.

Fu Hengzhi didn't seem to take Fuyi's warning in his eyes at all, he still looked like a hanger, his body leaned back and leaned on the collapse, one shoulder was still leaning on the waist of a servant girl standing on the side, and he was full of smilingness.

In the Taihua Palace, they are all this lazy and virtuous, and they are really presumptuous and bold.

But the strange thing was that none of the clans present raised any objections, and even the people of the royal family did not feel that this move was inappropriate or disrespectful, and they all looked accustomed to him and let him do so.

It follows that this is clearly not the first time he has done this.

Since the last time he was in Rongxiang Restaurant, he witnessed his arrogance, and this time he is not surprised.

But what Fu Heng said made her a little concerned.

The hedge tree in his mouth should be the hedge tree in the hedge yard next door to the yard where he lived before.

Since she came to Yin'an, it is true that she rarely sees hedge trees in Yin'an, but she never knew that only the hedge flower trees in the hedge courtyard in the entire Yin'an can bloom, and the other hedge trees have no flowering period.

And that hedge tree is always blooming all year round.

The flowering period of hedge flowers is only a few months a year, how can they always bloom undefeated?

It's weird.

At this time, the emperor spoke up again: "It has been many years since my aunt died, and perhaps the hedge tree is grateful for my aunt's deep love for her, so I mourn it with the undefeated flowering period of the four seasons, and mourn with affection. ”

It sounded like he was responding to Fu Hengzhi's question just now, but in fact, he was lightly brushing aside the provocative meaning of his question.

Fuyi also answered, and he sighed with emotion: "It is said that when Princess Lanzhu was alive, the hedge flowers planted in Xiangfu were all over the place, like a hedge garden. ”

The aunt in the emperor's mouth, and Princess Lanzhu mentioned by Fuyi, are all the same person, Xiangyu's biological mother, Xiangqian's wife, and the late patriarch of the Xiang clan, Qilanzhu.

The emperor returned to the throne, drank a glass of wine, and then slowly looked at Xiangqian, who was squinting and enjoying the wine in the first place.

The person they were talking about just now was the love of Xiangqian's life.

At that time, the fence flowers in the courtyard of Xiangfu were from his hand, just for the Bojia people to laugh, and this incident also caused a lot of sensation in Yin'an at that time, which can be called a love story.

But after listening to it, Xiang Qian didn't react at all, all his attention was focused on the drinks and dishes, and he only turned a deaf ear to what the two talked about, and didn't care about it.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked away.

His gaze and Fuyi's docked in mid-air, intersecting.

The two of them each picked up the wine glass in front of them or drank or pecked, and when they put down the glass, their expressions had returned to normal.

Xiangyu's side of the sleeping fence, a little worried glanced at Xiangyu, seeing that it was nothing unusual, and his heart was slightly relieved.

openly talked about the deceased at the palace banquet and exposed the pain of others, and I don't know if the old emperor was too sad and lost his sense of proportion unintentionally, or if he deliberately poked at others' old wounds.

Sheng Zhuohuai, who was sitting at the bottom of the place, had just retracted his gaze to look at Xiangyu, he picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of unknown meaning.

After the opening dance, a new song begins, and another group of dancers enter and dance again.

The maids and maids stepped forward to pour wine for the nobles sitting in front of the couch, the aroma of wine was suddenly overflowing, singing and dancing lightly, everyone pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and the clothes were staggered, and the clothes were fragrant and the temples were shadowed.

The atmosphere gradually warmed up and became casual.

At first, some people got up and toasted to the emperor, Xiangyu and other high-ranking venerables, and then each began to flow around the banquet with their wine glasses, chatting enthusiastically.

The sound of greetings, greetings, conversations, and laughter are mixed with music, and the room is full of music.