Someone's snickering sound reached Murong Yuan's sister's ears, and she couldn't help but be annoyed, and a pair of hands twisted into a silk handkerchief embroidered with peony flowers under the small coffee table.

"Concubine Yao is dressed well today." In order to please Murong Yuan's father, someone said, "Compared with the queen, a noble and elegant, a small family of jasper is like two twin flowers." ”

Su Qing on the main seat was stunned.

Why do these people compare Murong Yuan's sister with her?

Who is this trying to please again?

"I only love peonies." Su Qing was distracted, but she heard Murong An's voice with a smile reaching her ears, and the exhaled wine made her face red, she suspected that he was drunk, but when she looked up at his eyes, she found that the peach blossom eyes that should have been misty were full of smiles, and he looked at her with a very serious expression.

"Hmm." She replied almost imperceptibly.

At this time, Murong Yuan in the crowd looked at Murong An and Su Qing, who were close to each other, and when Murong An looked at Su Qing, the affection in his eyes could not deceive anyone.

But in this palace, only the atmosphere has the style of being the mother of the country, how can the jasmine of the small jasper be compared to the peony of the country?

Murong Yuan sighed in his heart.

"Today is Concubine Yao's happy day, the concubine will give Concubine Yao a cup first!" Murong Yuan's mother was the first to stand up and toast to Murong Yuan's sister, "Everyone patronizes and discusses the emperor and queen, don't forget today's protagonist!" ”

When Murong Yuan's sister heard her mother's voice, her heart settled down a little, she raised her head and smiled at everyone, and said softly: "It's okay, the emperor and his sister are so affectionate, and the concubines are very envious when they see it." ”

Hearing these words can't help but make people think, if the emperor is really so affectionate, how could a "Concubine Yao" appear out of thin air like this?

Several ministers couldn't help but whisper, and a minister who was vacillating between Murong An and Murong Yuan's father stood up, raised his glass, and smiled at Murong Yuan's father: "Congratulations to the Ministry of Rites!" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Yuan's father raised his eyebrows and looked at the minister.

"Now that the emperor and Miss Murong are tying the knot, this is really a kiss!" The minister said happily, his eyebrows fluttering, and he was so proud that he thought there was nothing wrong with this.

Isn't it a thing to be happy to have an emperor's son-in-law? What's more, this emperor's son-in-law is still related to his own family! Murong An now has the power of the Murong family as a blessing, coupled with the power of Murong Yuan's mother's mother, this country is estimated to have the surname Murong for a long time!

This sentence is flattering, but the entire Murong family!

The minister realized that his merits were complete, and he only smiled and raised his glass, looking at Murong Yuan's father from a distance. But he didn't expect that his sycophant was in the wrong place, and Murong Yuan's father's face was not softened, and he just smiled faintly: "Is it?" Indeed, the emperor and the little girl are married, and it is indeed a matter of intimacy. There is already a blood relationship, and this is once again a husband and wife, you have me, I have you, and they are inseparable from each other......"

Kiss on kiss? He and Murong Anke had never kissed. Why are you the emperor and I am just a small secretary of the Ministry of Rites? I want power! I want power as supreme as you do!

There was something in his words, and other ministers couldn't hear it, but Murong Yuan was clear in his heart.

What he meant was that since Murong An and Concubine Yao had become husband and wife, the entire country should also belong to the Murong family.

And as a member of the Murong family, he should also own this country.

This was Murong Yuan's father's ambition.

Murong Yuan sighed silently.

He really wanted to get the throne, but he wanted to get it with his own strength, but his father wanted to put Murong to death.

He wanted to disobey, he wanted to rebel, but the person who stood on his opposite side was his father.

There was no way he could refuse.

The banquet was still singing and dancing, but Murong Yuan's sister looked at the delicacies in front of her and felt that it was boring.

This should have been a happy day, she became Concubine Yao and had her own name, but why did everyone want to please the nameless Su Qing?

What's so good about her? Is it just because I gave birth to two children?!

She is not reconciled!

In the dark, a minister walked crookedly at the table, and he didn't want to be tripped over something, but he didn't pay attention to it, and fell to the ground hard, staring at him and crying out in pain.

"My lord! Are you alright?! A doorman shouted, "My lord, my subordinates will help you up first, and I will take you to rest in a while." ”

"Good wine...... Good wine......" the minister shouted in confusion.

The doorman helped the minister to his feet and brought him back to his original position. Murong Yuan's father patted his body in disgust, for fear of being contaminated with a trace of alcohol.

Murong Yuan's father took advantage of the disguise of his robe, stretched out his hand and touched it back for a while, and suddenly touched something, he flipped his wrist and held a note in the palm of his hand.

The Night Pearl emitted a faint pearl, and he lowered his head, laboriously scereging the contents of the paper.

"By command."

He looked at the four small words on the note and laughed silently.

The fine work was turning his head to look this way, and a minister in front of him was crooked, drawing good-natured ridicule from many.

Murong Yuan's father looked at him from a distance, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced to the right, and made a knife gesture under his sleeve.

The direction he glanced at was none other than Murong An.

This time, he's determined to win.

Murong Yuan's father thought that he was seamless, but all this could not escape Murong Yuan's eyes, he saw with his own eyes that after the fine work bent down to help the minister, he stuffed something under his father's seat, and his father touched something out of his hand.

Murong Yuan picked up the wine glass, took a shallow sip, pretended to look at the fine work in the distance unintentionally, and followed his gaze, what he saw was his father's face.

He's got a full view of their little movements.

It seems that they have already figured it out.

Murong Yuan frowned and fell into deep contemplation.

Murong Yuan's sister sat there quietly, as the protagonist of today, no one noticed her at all, she could only stay in the corner silently by herself, occasionally a few people greeted her, talking, and her tone was only faint, and she didn't want to speak to Su Qing so warmly.

Murong Yuan's sister gritted her teeth secretly, she only felt that those people were sarcastic about her by calling her Concubine Yao one by one, sarcastically mocking her for being in name only, sarcastically mocking her as the daughter of the Murong family, but she couldn't even fight a Su Qing!