The breeze is bleak and the clouds are blooming. Red tiles and green walls, brocade clothes are glorious.

The dust washing banquet was held in the green seedling hall of the imperial palace, which was specially built for various banquet gatherings, and the emperor of Qiajiang spent a lot of thought and silver.

The huge hall is full of people, and the emperor is sitting on the hall, with the queen on the left and the queen mother on the right. In the center is the dancing queen of the alluring city, the dancing girl is wearing only a tulle, or green, or blue, revealing her slender waist and arms and legs, the skin under the tulle is looming, every spin, every writhing, every wink, all make the men's blood rush, and the women are jealous and crazy.

The three of them were arranged at the end, close to the palace gate, which was particularly lonely, because there were not many people there, and they couldn't see the dance of the dancing girl in front of them, so they felt particularly boring.

But fortunately, there were pastries on the table in front of them, and Qian Ruoying buried them in the plate and ate them, regardless of the image, no one would pay attention to their remote corner anyway.

Qinglan and Jun Qian sat on both sides of Qianruoying, so as to protect her. The two of them were looking around at this time, and they didn't know how to think they were looking at the handsome boys or young ladies around them.

Suddenly, Chu Yu's gaze locked on a man in ink who was sitting under the emperor's seat, patted Qianruoying's shoulder with his hand, and said softly: "Yingying, look, is that Luo Liyuan?" ”

As soon as Qian Ruoying heard Luo Liyuan's name, she turned her head and followed Jun Qian's gaze, ignoring the fact that there was still a large mouthful of food in her mouth. The man in the ink robe, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but from his figure and gestures, Qianruoying's heart trembled.

Isn't that Luo Liyuan? Who was the woman in red next to him? Why would they be so close?

Qian Ruoying's heart tugged, it was over, and the woman in red's hand was already on Luo Liyuan's shoulder! Hurry up and say no...... What did he not refuse? …… Why did he hold the woman's hand? For what?

Qinglan also seemed to notice it, and turned her head to look at Qianruoying, that little face, which was already crying pear blossoms with rain, tangled and wrinkled.

silently patted her shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but Qianruoying's shoulders still shook and shook, she didn't cry out loud, but the tears kept falling, one by one...... His eyes looked at Luo Liyuan's figure with lost eyes.

"Don't be sad, he won't leave us." Jun Qian also looked at Qianruoying worriedly and comforted her, but he also knew that it was really possible for Luo Liyuan to abandon their friendship from now on, marry the little princess of Qiajiang Kingdom, and return to Fengqing Kingdom to continue to be his idle prince.

Suddenly, as soon as the emperor's hand was raised, those dancing girls retreated, passing by the side of Qianruoying, and they could even smell the strong smell of rouge, which made people sick.

"Today, King Xianyi of Fengqing Kingdom has arrived in our country, although the prince will become the concubine of our Qiajiang Kingdom in the future, but before he marries the princess, he is a guest. The Qing family here should have talented sons and women who can sing and dance, and have both ability and political integrity, and it would be great if they could perform a show. Emperor Qiajiang said slowly, his majestic voice penetrating the entire palace, not angry and arrogant.

There was a lot of discussion around in an instant, and they exchanged ears.

Halfway through, Emperor Qia Jiang continued to speak, and said, "Is there any Qing family who is willing?" ”

The palace was quiet for a while, and then a woman stood up, bowed slightly, and saluted to the Emperor Qiajiang, the queen, and the queen mother above the hall, "The little woman Gong Zhuo, not talented, learned to sing since childhood, and now wants to present a song for the prince of Xianyi." After speaking, he glanced at Luo Liyuan, who was drinking tea with his head down, and then hurriedly turned his eyes away and started singing.

A song of the breeze, Gong Zhuo only sang seven or eight points of charm, but it was already wonderful.

The wind groaned, according to legend, it was a period of war and chaos, there was an infatuated woman who sat on the edge of the cliff day and night, did not eat, drink, sleepless, watched her husband march to war, her country was defeated, her husband died on the battlefield, and when she found his body, there was only half of his body left, the woman was sad and angry, and took half of her husband's body to the cliff, chanted this wind chant, and then hugged her husband's body tightly and jumped off the cliff. With a clear breeze, the soldiers of the enemy country at that time only heard a sad voice chanting, as long as a pillar of incense. The woman's grievances, unwillingness, and infatuation were sung out with the breeze, sung into the hearts of the soldiers, and sang the love they buried deep in their hearts.

After the song, applause rang out all around, although Gong Zhuo had not experienced the grief of a woman, but the breeze chant sung was not much different from the original song.

Jun Qian also clapped her hands on the side, Qinglan still looked indifferent, as if everything was none of her business, and Qian Ruoying was disgusted, muttering in a low voice: "Hmph, but singing like this, I got so many people's applause, if I sang it, wouldn't it move you to cry?" ”

When Jun Qian heard this, he looked at Qianruoying from top to bottom, and said suspiciously: "You?!! Can you? ”

Qinglan also turned her head to look at her curiously.

"Of course, I'm an all-powerful Qianruo!" Qian Ruoying straightened her back unconvinced, and said proudly.

Indeed, from the moment she first learned to walk, Master taught her to dance, from the moment she began to learn to speak, Master taught her to sing, from the time she began to read, Master taught her to recite poetry and do opposites, from the moment she began to perceive the beautiful scenery, Master taught her to learn to paint, and when she was older, Master taught her martial arts, drug making, and detoxification, and they all worked hard to learn. As a result, Qianruoying became a woman who can sing and dance, has both talent and appearance, and can write and martial arts.

"I don't believe it." Jun Qian raised his eyebrows in distrust.

Qianruoying was so angry that she almost slapped the table impulsively, but fortunately, Qinglan quickly grabbed her hand, so she didn't let them become the topic of everyone's conversation.

"If you don't believe it, forget it, huh!" Qian Ruoying snorted and turned her head away from Jun Qian.

"I believe in you." Qinglan held her hand and said lightly.

Qianruoying hugged Qinglan with emotion and whimpered a few times. Except for Master, only Qinglan would believe in her so much now.

"No, no, why do you say you will? In fact, Qinglan is just comforting you, hum! Jun Qian looked at Qianruoying and hugged Qinglan again, and the vinegar jar overturned again, sourly hitting Qianruoying.

"Who said that? Qinglan loves me the most, so she won't like you, a nasty ghost, even if you like her? Qianruo said indignantly, and said it accidentally.