"Your Majesty, from the concubine's point of view, these noble ladies are all versatile people, and the concubine is a little curious, I don't know if the lord of Cheng'an, who makes the war general so obsessed, can have such talent?"

What she said was sharp and mean, but Wang Yuyan was full of smiles and charming, as if what she said just now was just a casual remark.

As soon as she finished speaking, the lively scene below seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

Even a figure like Wei Guogong couldn't help but look sideways. As if to see who such a person who doesn't know what to do, who is it?

The saint has not yet reacted, sometimes his thoughts are not very clear, the queen whispered a few words in his ear, and the saint's face immediately turned cold.

"Nonsense, Cheng An, as the wife of a war general, how can you talk like this, isn't this chilling?" When the saint wanted to say something, Yan Wushuang stood up with a smile.

Compared with Wang Yuyan's charming, but it is superficially flattering, Yan Wushuang is simply a clear spring, with clear eyes and a clear spring.

"Your Majesty, since Concubine Mei suggested so, Cheng An is naturally not an uninteresting person, and it is also appropriate to make you happy, and Cheng An is also entertained."

"Cheng'an ......" Queen Queen's face was a touch of melancholy, but she really knew Yan Wushuang very well.

Because she doesn't like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Yan Wushuang has never studied since she was a child, and the queen can't bear to criticize her, as long as she finds a dedicated Langjun, these are trivial things.

It's just that if others know, what will happen to Yan Wushuang's reputation in the future?

"Don't worry, I really don't know much about the piano."

As soon as he finished saying this, he only heard Wang Yuyan sneer, Yan Wushuang raised his eyes and glanced at it, calm as water, but it made Wang Yuyan feel like she had been slapped in the face.

"However, I'll just sing a cappella, if it's good, you can appreciate your face and give a round of applause, if it's not good, please don't mind."

When Wang Yuyan was about to speak out, the Duchess of Wei Guo laughed lightly and said, "Okay, according to what you said, the lord of Cheng'an County is frank, and the courtiers like it very much."

"Madame is really discerning, Cheng An's temperament, this palace also likes it very much, it is also an honor for Cheng An to be liked by Madame, Cheng An, and there is no need to worry about others, since you want a song, then let's start."

The queen was very polite to the Duchess of Wei, and a wife of such status could not be simply ignored.

"Thank you, mother, thank you, madam." Yan Wushuang smiled lightly, saluted, Zhan Ge tidied up her skirt, and then sat down, staring at Yan Wushuang with good eyes, without moving away at all.

Standing on the high platform, Yan Wushuang alone did not have any lonely and afraid emotions, brewed his emotions, and sang softly in the doubts of everyone.

"It rains in March in Furong City, and embroidery needles in April

The feather fan refers to the formation of thousands of troops, and the brocade is cut a few inches

Look at the iron horse stepping on the glacier, the silk thread sewing Shaohua, and the red dust thousand tent lamps

One trip to the mountains and rivers, another trip to the wind and snow

Red candle pillow May flowers and leaves are deep, and apricot blossom village in June

There are thousands of red crispy hands and green silk, and there is one more point of marriage

Waiting for the remnant sun to shine on the lonely shadow, the peony dyes the copper bottle, and the city is full of the sound of the shepherd's flute

The Yiren leaned on the door to look forward to the king's return journey......"

The voice is clear and indescribably smart, containing deep affection, especially her husband, who is a general who has won many battles, although he often wins, but the battlefield is not a joke.

At the beginning of the second paragraph, Liu Tuan, a girl from the Prime Minister's Mansion, took the guzheng on the stage, nodded lightly to Yan Wushuang, and played a fluent tune to meet Yan Wushuang's song.

The singing and singing sounds, circling around the beam for three days, hovered away, so that everyone was immersed in such emotions.

When the song fell, when the song stopped, the two equally outstanding women looked at each other and smiled, like a picture scroll, beautiful to the extreme.

The two saluted each other and cherished each other. The feeling I had at the beginning came back to my mind.

The applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the audience, and everyone had a new understanding of the cynical Cheng'an County Lord before, such an excellent woman, no wonder it would cause such a maintenance by the war general.

I don't know how many people are stunned, I knew that I should have asked for my own marriage, go to the hall, go down to the kitchen, and go out to earn a huge amount of silver, and there is such a singing voice inside, it is really hard to find in the world.

And Shen Yanyou, who was behind Enguo Gong, looked lost, his face was pale, bloodless, and he didn't know whether he was sorry or lost.

As for the second prince in purple clothes below, looking at Yan Wushuang's smile, his eyes were a little hollow, as if he had thought of something and was losing something.

As for Zhan Ge, the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of indulgence, such tenderness, which made many people around him look sideways, and General Zhan was really unexpected.

But I didn't expect that the lord of Cheng'an County was really powerful, and the hundred steels turned into finger twists.

When the applause stopped, the spirit of the saint seemed to be much better, although this song was a little bleak and lingering, but the affection sung out was even more nostalgic.

"Okay, it's been so many years, I haven't heard such a beautiful singing, Cheng An, compared to the center, you are indeed powerful, and it is his honor for Zhan Ge to marry you."

Yan Wushuang heard this, bowed blessedly, and did not say a word.

"Reward the lord of Cheng'an with a box of pearls, a plate of precious stones, and ten splendid tribute satins, and as for the rest, the queen looks at the reward."

"Yes, Your Majesty, naturally I won't be wronged Cheng An, as for Miss Liu Tuan, it is also an excellent piano sound, and this palace also has another reward." The queen has been in the queen for so many years, and the queen knows what it means with a single look, and there is quite a tacit understanding between husband and wife.

Seeing the emperor and queen looking at each other and smiling, Wang Yuyan's face turned cold, her soft smile dimmed, and layers of calculations floated in her eyes, in this palace, you must not continue to do this.

wanted Yan Wushuang to slap himself in the face instead, Wang Yuyan, who had been favored for so long, couldn't bear it.

Just in order not to be punished by the saint, Wang Yuyan had no choice but to remain silent and no longer annoy others.

After the two of them saluted, Yan Wushuang and Liu Tuan stepped on the stage before and after, and the next noble girl did not have so much thought.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, His Majesty snubbed Wang Yuyan for a while, just when everyone in the palace thought that Concubine Mei had fallen out of favor, Concubine Mei was still calm, and sure enough, a few days later, the saint came here again.

For some reason, the longer the saint leaves Wang Yuyan, the more he will miss the smell on her body, unlike the ordinary fragrance of flowers, but only by her side, the saint can calm down.

couldn't bear it, so he went to Wang Yuyan's palace again, and he didn't mention anything before.

The glazed pavilion has returned to its former scene, and Concubine Mei is still the most favored concubine in the palace.

Kunning Palace is still as calm as before, the queen doesn't know why, suddenly began to worship the Buddha, the palace is often the Buddha incense, the saint only occasionally comes to sit, that is, the days when the emperor and queen should live together, are rested in the imperial study.

Although the rules were not broken, there were some voices in the palace, but the queen did not have any words about it.

Dressed in plain clothes, his long hair is only tied by a simple hairpin, and his former appearance is peerless, with an indescribable Zen feeling, which makes people feel quiet at a glance.

Cuixiang came from behind, knelt on top of Putuan, picked up the scripture next to her, and handed it to the queen.

"Niangniang, Your Majesty went to Concubine Mei, and the rumors in the palace rose again."

The queen looked at the scriptures in her hand, and her face was calm and gentle: "What if you go, what if you go." Since Your Majesty likes it, then go for it. This concubine does have the means to keep His Majesty in mind. ”

"What do you mean?" The movement in Cuixiang's hand stopped, and she looked at the queen with a little understanding on her face.

"Let's go check it, if it's harmful to Your Majesty, it's better to stop as soon as possible, there are many women in this palace, there is no shortage of one, no less than one. It's just that in this world, there must be no mistakes. ”

Closing the scriptures in his hand violently, the queen's phoenix eyes opened, the cold light was revealed, and the indifference just now seemed to have become nothingness.

"Yes, Niangniang, the slave knows, don't worry, let people arrange it."

The queen closed her eyes again, waved her hand, and after saluting, Cui Xiangfu silently retreated.

It was night, Zhan Ge looked at Yan Wushuang who was writing and painting there, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said something.

"Recently, have you entered the palace?"

Yan Wushuang glanced at Zhan Ge and continued the movements in his hands: "No, it's just that people sent a lot of things to the queen mother and the tenth prince, the water in the palace is too deep, I don't think I can adapt to it."

Zhan Ge smiled lightly: "You still have self-knowledge."

"Cut." Turning his head and glaring at Zhan Ge, the corners of Yan Wu's mouth raised slightly: "Hey, it's almost winter, it's cold outside, I don't want to go out, let alone go to the palace."

"Also, you have always been very lazy, and there has been news from the palace recently, the saint seems to be in poor health, and he has been low on energy and tired several times. The Imperial Doctor's Department has not yet been able to find a reason. ”

Zhan Ge closed the book, his face was obviously worried, and on both sides of his words, he still frankly expressed his worries.

Yan Wushuang put down the things in his hand, got up and walked over, took down the military book in Zhan Ge's hand, put it aside, poured a cup of hot water, and put it in his hand.

"Zhan Ge, listen to me, even if the saint is sick and injured, and the things behind him are chaotic, this is inevitable, but the next peace can also be done."

Holding Zhan Ge's arm, Yan Wushuang gave him his own support: "Don't worry, the Holy Lord is not missing, and he will definitely be prepared for these things."

"The affairs in the palace are too complicated, I think this matter must be inseparable from Wang Yuyan, perhaps, you can ask someone to check it."

What kind of person Wang Yuyan is, no one knows better than Yan Wushuang, as the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not yourself, but your enemy.

Wang Yuyan knows "Yan Wushuang", Yan Wushuang knows Wang Yuyan, this is circular.