Because the play is too crazy, the queen mother of the two palaces were attracted to come, the queen mother and the queen mother were led by two rows of palace maids walking quietly carrying the yellow gauze palace lantern, and before entering the courtyard gate of the main hall, the rhythm of the carnival in the courtyard even the yellow gauze palace lamp jumped up.

The Queen Mother and the Queen Mother Ma both frowned, but saw the big and small goblins dancing in the courtyard, Fang Zhi holding an embroidered brace to make a tambourine, Yu Qing'er shaking the wind chimes of catching ghosts with both hands, and Du Heng struck the dishes with a chopstick.

Qianqian is dressed in green, with three thousand black hair in the wind, fluttering and swaying with her clothes, no one has ever seen that fluttering dance, indescribably gorgeous and enchanting, indescribable thousands of styles.

Her dance, sometimes falling and agitating, seems to have the style of Wei and Jin celebrities; Sometimes it is enchanting to the bone, which makes Baihua resentful and ashamed; Sometimes the fairy posture is beautiful, not stained with dust, so that people can only look at the thoughts of not daring to climb above the nine heavens from afar; Sometimes fragrant and gorgeous, picturesque, extravagant.

She is flawless and transparent. Her silk flowed, Lan Xin set off, her eyes were sometimes as soft as water, and sometimes she stubbornly wanted to see through everything in the world.

The Queen Mother and the Queen Mother Ma originally wanted to scold their daughter-in-law for a few words, but they were stupid for a while, no one had ever seen Qianqian dance, except for the waves, of course, no one in the world had this qualification and honor.

Of course, being a mother-in-law is qualified, but how can a daughter-in-law dance for her mother-in-law? That was not yelled at by the two stubborn old women, "Xiao Ming, get out!" ”

But who would have thought that with the rhythm of the drums and fairy music stirred up by the women, the queen mother, who was usually moody, clapped her hands and stepped on the drums; Empress Ma, who has always been a little proud and childish, swayed her head to the melody.

Hey, this scene, Li Guotai and Chang She, the two eunuchs, can't look at it directly, they have to avoid this matter, you dare to watch the queen mother of the two palaces dance? When you wake up, you're dead! The palace maids brought by the two queen dowagers also hid far away.

This is not like the domineering and presumptuous dance that Li Yuan and Li Shimin, father and son, danced because they broke the Turks and captured the Turkic Khan, no matter how presumptuous they are, they are also men, not afraid of you see!

But Qianqian, look at the damage you have brought all the Ming harem, what has become of it? At this time, Qianqian was covered in light sweat, revealing half of her fragrant shoulders, and the eunuch was also a man, but there was not even half a man in her yard.

Li Guotai and Chang Shi begged God to worship the Buddha and were happy that their legs were fast, if they really saw Qianqian's appearance, Tianlang would definitely gouge out the eyeballs of the two of them.

Qianqian's shoulder line is exceptionally even, and her collarbone looks so delicate because of a month's slimming, she is no matter how fat and thin, whether she has a flat mouth or a smile, she is 360 degrees of beauty without dead ends. Her thousands of appearances are also a beautiful dream that all women yearn for.

"What, what Mr. Eighteen, what did you say? The slave didn't understand. ”

Tianlang, who was drunk and unconscious, was sent to the front hall of the east, during which he kept muttering about Mr. Eighteen, and no one could understand Zhang Fulu and Quan Weiguo.

Tianlang smirked, "Hehe, aren't you two of Mr. Eighteen, but you died too miserably, you were killed by Sun Kewang's straight thief, I can't bear to let you die!" ”

It sounds so infiltrating, Quan Weiguo and Zhang Fulu are in a cold sweat on their backs.

Tianlang is talking about the eighteen gentlemen in history, including Quan Weiguo and Zhang Fulu, who are eighteen people who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty and the Yongli Emperor, including two eunuchs, and they were indeed killed by Sun Kewang.

But at this time, Tianlang said that Sun Kewang's grave grass was also three feet high, if someone still set up a grave for him, shouldn't Zhang Fulu and Quan Weiguo think that he was talking drunk?

"Long live the lord, the slave doesn't know what you said about Mr. Eighteen, but the long live lord said let the slave die, the slave and the maid are willing to die for you, as long as the long live lord and the mother can be well, Da Ming is good, what is the difference between Quan Weiguo and Zhang Fulu is life or death?"

As he spoke, Quan Weiguo and Zhang Fulu burst into tears, and he was too deeply moved by Tianlang's drunken words.

However, Tianlang was already asleep by this time......

After a night of partying, she returned to the main hall and watched her man fall asleep like a child, saying what he wanted to say in his dreams like an ordinary person, Qianqian was very distressed.

She leaned against the head of the bed, looked sideways at the man who had just been stripped of his coat by everyone, and said to him like a child: "Sleep, sleep well, you not only belong to me, but also to this world, there are so many enemies who want to kill you, and you lie quietly by my side; There are so many traitors who want to control you, and you still sleep peacefully. ”

Patting, thinking, the banquet has dispersed, the world has returned to the silence of chatting, recalling what she just said, Qianqian felt funny, she said to Du Heng and Yu Qing'er behind her: "I'm so stupid, what I said is stupid, maybe I'm drunk today?" ”

Fang Zhi is the most alcoholic of the four sisters, and she has long been drunk and does not know where to go.

Du Heng replied to her with a drunken face: "My sister is not drunk, my sister is intoxicated by the emperor." ”

"Aren't you the same?" Qianqian asked with a smile, and seemed to say to herself: "As for me, what luxury do I have in this life to have such a man who dares to be proud of the world and loves me with fine hair like silk in my life?" ”

Everyone is gone, and the inner room of the main hall is also quiet, and the purple gold incense burner exudes a salty and intoxicating smell of dipterocarp.

And outside the window, there was the sound of Qianqian caressing the qin, it was a song "Guangling San", the melody was free and easy, clear, plain and long-lasting, not in a hurry, dull and dumb like poetry, and like desolate autumn water, quiet and soothing, cold and unmistakable.

Qianqian sat outside the window, with her thoughts, popped up this "Guangling San", maybe she was complaining about Ji Kang, the first master of ancient and modern times who played "Guangling San", he sighed before he died, regretting that he did not teach this song to others during his lifetime, and let the secret method of playing this ancient song be lost. ”

Now that Ji Kang's "Guangling San" has been lost, Qianqian has no choice but to play the music scores left by others, she thinks: What kind of open-minded and indifferent person should Ji Kang, the leader of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest and the one who opened the Jin Dynasty? But he also has something in his heart, and he refuses to teach others a piece of music that he loves in his life.

Her guqin is ringing, but the waves in her sleep are calm and unshakable by thunder, but the people in the inner courtyard of the entire harem are drunk and obsessed.

The melodious sound of the piano is outside the sky, and it seems to tell the story of the family's spring, summer, autumn and winter in the Jingjiang Palace. Even the queen mothers of the two palaces also opened their respective windows to greet the crooked moon through the colorful gold and silver cinnamon that fell again in the leisure court.