"Long live my emperor, long live, long live! Queen Mother Chitose Chitose Chitose! Queen Mother Chitose Chitose Chitose! ”

The loud voices of everyone resounded in the hall, and after the emperor helped the queen mother to sit down, he waved to everyone and said in a deep voice: "Everyone loves Qing's body!" ”

The Queen Mother is wearing a purple brocade robe today, with black cuffs decorated with orchids, and crystal clear white jade hanging on the placket, with a smile on her face: "Everyone doesn't have to be restrained today, just drink as much as you want!" ”

Her eyes fell on Yin Suwan, and she said kindly: "Wan girl's complexion looks much better." ”

Yin Suwan was inconvenient because of her legs, so she could only bow her head and say respectfully: "With the Empress Dowager Lao worried, Wanwan's body is already much better." ”

The Queen Mother nodded, glanced at Gu Jinli on the side, and her face turned cold for a moment.

The emperor coughed lightly twice and gave the queen a look.

The queen understood, and hurriedly smiled: "Queen Mother, the concubine has prepared a gift for you." ”

After that, the palace maid behind him stepped forward with a large brocade box.

Opening the brocade box, the queen said: "The queen mother, although it is far from winter, but this fox fur not only has the effect of keeping out the cold, but also nourishes qi and blood, it is a rare baby, and I hope the queen mother likes it." ”

The white fox fur is bright in color, and at first glance it is made of the fur of the high-quality white fox, and the queen mother is satisfied: "The queen has a heart, and the mourning family likes it very much." ”

When everyone saw that the queen had begun to offer gifts, they each took out the gifts they had prepared in an orderly manner.

Concubine De gave a purple jade Guanyin, Concubine Li gave a pair of jade Ruyi, Princess Huaqiong gave a tangram fan, Princess Xiyue gave a glass jade pillow, and other gifts such as sandalwood and thousand-year-old ginseng were ......

In short, there are all kinds of gifts, and the Queen Mother accepts them with a smile one by one.

"Queen Mother, this is a picture of longevity drawn by Ze'er himself." King Xuan held a huge picture scroll and unfolded it little by little.

Qi Ze's words, the pen is strong, its hook is like a dew, like a peach.

The 100 small longevity embedded in the strokes of the big shou character are even more juxtaposed and colorful.

The font is neither Kai non subordinate nor line non cursive calligraphy, but it is like Kai like subordinate and like the charm of grass, but it is naturally integrated, flawless and impeccable, and there is a sense of profound meaning.

While praising and exclaiming, everyone sighed: "Every word must be written just right, it really takes a lot of effort!" ”

"Good, good!" Sure enough, the Queen Mother was very pleased: "Ze'er's filial piety is felt by the mourning family." ”

King Xuan smiled and saluted and sat back in his seat.

Concubine Li's son, King Qing, was ordered to garrison the border three months ago, except for the youngest eighth prince and the seventh prince who was infected with the wind and cold, who did not attend the palace banquet, the people in the entire hall were left with Qi Hao without gifts.

"Hao'er." The Queen Mother glanced at Qi Hao, who was sitting below, and said angrily: "Have you forgotten the gift of the mourning family?" ”

Qi Hao stood up, arched his hand, and blinked his peach blossom eyes, "The Queen Mother is not in a hurry, the gift will arrive in a while." ”

As soon as his voice fell, a melodious music sounded from the darkness.

Immediately after, flower petals flew in the sky, and a woman in red came to the sound of music.

The three thousand ink threads are all coiled on the top of the head, and the back of the head is divided into several strands, each strand is tied into a flower bun.

The women in the palace covered their faces with light veils, and the eyes that were exposed were as bright as autumn water, smiling gently.

The music is from fast to slow, from slow to fast, the woman is sometimes gentle like water, sometimes like a rabbit, sometimes affectionate, sometimes self-pitying.

Her posture is weak and boneless, her eyebrows and eyes are full of style, and the Baifeng Chaoyang skirt on her body floated with the night breeze, which attracted everyone to be intoxicated for a while.

Suddenly, the woman's veil fell to the ground, and someone whispered, "How could it be her?" ”