Looking at Qingyun, who had a calm face, Concubine Yu leaned over slightly and asked the concubine softly, "Sister, can the banquet start?" ”

The concubine, who was still thinking about her thoughts, instantly came back to her senses when she heard the words, glared at Concubine Yu coldly, looked at Qingyun and asked, "Ninth Princess, what do you see?" ”

"The palace is just here to have a good time, and the concubine is arranged. It's Zhilan who likes to be lively the most, why didn't she see her? ”

"That girl was a little uncomfortable, so the concubine let her stay in the palace to recuperate."

"Does it matter? After a while, the palace invited Mo Gongzi to take a look. If it weren't for Zhilan's repeated pleas, how could she have watched Zhilan under house arrest and ignore it?

"No, you don't." Seeing Qingyun's inquiring gaze, the concubine settled down and said, "Maybe it's cold at night, that girl hasn't rested, okay, the doctor said that it's no big deal, so I won't bother Mo Gongzi." ”

Qingyun nodded: "It's autumn, it's a little cool at night, the concubine has to remind everyone to pay more attention, especially the concubine to be more careful." ”

"Yes, the concubine cares about Princess Xie Jiu on behalf of the palace people."

"Alright, don't keep everyone waiting."

Seeing that Qingyun no longer insisted on seeing Zhilan, the concubine secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at everyone: "This palace invites everyone to come today, one is to enjoy the flowers, and the other is to see everyone's talents. ”

As the concubine's voice fell, the girls who were still reserved and dignified before showed eager looks.

You must know that these three things are rare treasures, especially the phoenix string qin, which is said to be the most cherished thing of the founding queen, and it is also a guqin that has been passed down for many generations, and the most important thing is that getting the prize is more conducive to their reputation.

As the granddaughter of the prime minister, Lin Yuemei, the niece of the concubine, didn't want to miss the treasure, and was just about to get up when she saw her aunt's warning gaze, although she was unwilling, she had to sit still and dare not move.

Zhang Lianwu lowered her head and couldn't see clearly.

And Li Feixue played with the wine glass in her hand, and from time to time she would glance at the light cloud, and there was a bottomless depth in her black pupils.

The first performance was Jiang Yuyan, the daughter of the Ministry of Rites, with hair like a waterfall, skin better than snow, beautiful face, eyes like autumn water, but also a bright beauty.

I saw that she took a pipa from the musical instruments arranged on the sidelines, returned to the open space in the middle of the banquet and saluted the three of Qingyun and several princes, and then sat on the stool brought by the palace maid and played.

The voice is soft and euphemistic, like the nightingale after being tired, the rhythm gradually becomes light and tactful, as if the nightingale is singing loudly in the moonlight, and the most luscious timbre suddenly stops, as if the nightingale breaks the moonlight and spreads its wings, like the sound of nature, it can be seen that she has worked hard.

After finishing playing, Jiang Yuyan slowly stood up, looking at the eyes of several princes, there was infinite style.

Facing Jiang Yuyan's hot and amorous gaze, Sima Chun, who was obviously absent-minded, didn't see it, Sima Xian's face was always indifferent, Sima Qi seemed to be smiling, Sima Yue pursed his lips with disdain, and Sima Rui just quietly tasted the wine, ignoring everything around him.

Leaning on the armrest on the right, Qingyun saw Sima Chun's abnormality in his eyes, and his beautiful face was as calm as water, making people unable to see joy and anger.

Jiang Yuyan's bold behavior made the concubine frown, and her gaze at her couldn't help but be a little cold.

The non-comment of several masters made Jiang Yuyan feel extremely embarrassed for a moment, and tried her best to maintain etiquette, and returned to her seat after saluting Qingyun and the others.

Looking at Jiang Yuyan, who was pale and biting her lips, everyone was sympathetic, sarcastic, cold-eyed, or gloating, and more girls were eager to try.