Look at her bending her waist to take a slight step, showing her wrist in the light yarn. The eyes are full of spring water, and the jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin is obliquely inserted on the head. The fragrant jade is tender and delicate, and the fingers are like cutting the root of the onion, such as containing Zhu Dan, and the smile is moving.

The face of the spring water is like clotted fat, the white peony smoke Luo soft yarn, the white mopping smoke cage plum blossom water skirt, the body is soft smoke, and it is really a bit of a powdery and crispy and delicate taste. It's a pity that after having a view that I don't know how to lift, no matter how good I do, it's just grandstanding.

After the dance, Emperor Qi only symbolically said a few words that seemed to be exaggerated, and those who could sit on the big official in the capital, who were not good people, knew that Emperor Qi was angry.

Although tonight seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, a palace banquet is set up to celebrate the whole country, but in fact, it is to inform the world that King Wen is out of the mountain.

With Qin Liang in front of him, there were more young ladies and sons who came up to perform in the back, saying that it was a palace banquet, and in Wen Ling's opinion, it was just a venue for a group of young ladies to compete for beauty, and they were bored and sat there drinking stuffy wine.

Time has also passed in a few hours of singing and laughing, the silver plate in the sky is really round, Wen Ling has never really seen the moon. Because every full moon in the past was the hour when Qi Hongxin's Gu poison attacked, how could she have the heart to see any moon, but now it seems that she said:

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, but the night is lovesick.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

That's it.

In ancient times, when the literati and writers wrote poems and lyrics, they were all single, drinking and talking, otherwise how could they write

The bright moon is not out of the mountains, and the light is white.

A cup of unfinished silver gushes, and the chaotic clouds are broken like a crashing wave.

Whoever washes the eyes of the heavenly prince should be the water of the Fei Ming River.

So I ordered me to look at the people of the world coldly, and I couldn't afford it.

Southwest Mars is like a projectile, and the horn tail is a dragon pan.

I can't see it tonight, and I can't see it, and I hope that the fireflies will fight for the cold.

Who is the boat yesterday, and the thousand lights are changing at night.

The twists and turns are unintentional to chase the waves, and go to the festival with the song board in a low manner.

Before Qingying disappeared and turned to the mountain, the waves and winds returned to strength.

The bright moon is easy to be inferior and easy to disperse, and it is more important to call for wine when you return.

The moonlight in front of the hall is clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dewed.

The roller shutter pushes the door to be empty, and the window is hoarse and old.

Nandu is engaged in Mo shame and poverty, and there are a few people who have poems on the month.

The personnel of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly dreamed of Yao Taike.

Such verses? In Wen Ling's view, the bright moon tonight is lonely, and relatives and friends gather together during the festive season, but Mingyue is alone.

When Yue Nong was even more lovesick, Wen Ling uncontrollably began to miss that person, he should have followed his good junior sister to visit the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival at this time, since ancient times, talented people with beautiful women, senior brothers with younger sisters.

Wen Ling felt that she was stunned, that person, what else did she want him to do after hurting her. Shaking his head and coming back to his senses, he saw that the young lady who had just retired from an official had just stepped down.

Wen Ling thought that today's palace banquet was like this, but he didn't expect Ye Zixi, who was sitting on a high seat, to suddenly open his mouth, "Xin'er, Ling'er, this is the first time you have participated in the palace banquet in these years, why don't you come up and have a fun too?" ”

The only one who can say that the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet can be said to be a game is Ye Zixi, but this sentence gave Qin Yi a slap in the face, everyone else should be fun, and she is the only one who wins and loses.

Wen Ling didn't know why Ye Zixi called her, but she couldn't refuse, so she could only get up and salute and answer.

I heard Ye Zixi continue: "I heard in this palace that Ling'er, your piano skills were taught by Xin'er herself. I wonder which of the two of you is better? Hongu has an idea, why don't you two play a song together? ”

Wen Ling and Qi Hongxin stood up, and some palace people took out the prepared guzheng and jade flute.

Wen Ling sat on the piano platform, and Qi Hongxin stood on her left. If it just felt like a family of three, then now it is the amazing appearance of a talented woman.

These two people don't need to say anything, the fit and tacit understanding make people feel that they are a natural pair, the gentle and white hands are gently plucked on the strings, and Qi Hongxin holds the jade flute to keep up with the melody. Suddenly, the entire palace banquet seemed to be silent in this atmosphere of harmony and harmony.

The sound of the piano is melodious and ethereal, and the sound of the flute has a long history. The audience closed their eyes one after another and began to follow into the charm of the melody. They all clapped their hands and applauded, but only Qin Yan was angry.

At the end of the song, the two sat down, and finally entered today's topic. This palace banquet itself is for Qi Hongxin, so most of the topics around him are about him. Wen Ling just listened to these people's greetings with a gentle smile, they were all temptations from all sides of your comings and goings, and she felt even more bored when she listened.

Wen Ling took a small glass of wine and was about to drink it, but suddenly felt that the whole person began to tremble, and an uncontrollable cold spread from his body to his limbs.

The delicate and small cup fell on the table because of the trembling hands of the gentle, and the wine flowed down the edge of the table to the ground.

Wen Ling knew that this was her cold poison attack, and everyone else was talking and laughing in twos and threes, only Qi Hongxin had been paying attention to the situation on Wen Ling's side. He knew the situation here when he saw Wen Ling's wine glass spilled, stood up and whispered a few words in Ye Zixi's ear, and then left the table.

Wen Ling only felt that his whole body was shivering with cold, his breathing began to become more and more difficult, and his face instantly turned pale.

Xiaolian also found out about Wen Ling's situation, but she didn't dare to move at all in this situation, there were people staring at them everywhere, and anyone would find out if there was any situation.

Wen Ling definitely couldn't hold on to this palace banquet, and was thinking about finding some excuse to leave the table. I saw the big girl next to the concubine Niangniang come over and saluted Huang Xinrou and gentle Ling.

said with a smile: "The slave maid has seen Mrs. Wen, the lord of Lingqin. The concubine asked the slave to come over and say that there was something that needed the help of the county lord, and asked the county lord to move. ”

Huang Xinrou was a little curious about what Ye Zixi had to do with Wen Ling, but Wen Ling couldn't care so much. She must leave here now, once she can't control her seizures here, her parents, brothers and sisters-in-law are worried that if she doesn't say it, the news of the poisoning of the prime minister's daughter will spread all over the capital tomorrow.

The big girl followed Xiaolian to help Wen Ling leave the banquet, and Xiaolian almost exclaimed when she touched Wen Ling's palm. The touch was cold, and even Xiaolian felt a little cold. When the three of them walked to a corner where no one was, they saw Qi Hongxin standing there.

The big girl saluted Qi Hongxin and left, Wen Ling was a little surprised, why did Qi Hongxin appear here.

Wen Ling was already so cold that she was unconscious at this time, leaning on Xiaolian's body and bowing weakly, "Courtiers, see the prince." ”

"Ling'er, don't talk yet, there is a hot spring in my house, let's leave the palace now."