After some fighting, Concubine Shu led Fang Baobao into the table.

The ladies at the table looked at their noses and noses, and turned a blind eye to the war between the women that had dissipated before it even started, and only gossiped with the ladies who were close friends beside them, which was also warm.

The spices in the smoker have long been ignited, the little stars are extinguished, and the light smoke coils around, creating a blurry warmth in the room.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the chips are staggered, and the mellow wine rolls into the belly of the pot-bellied poop between the hands and the hands, glass after glass.

The people of Si Le Fang, who had stopped the sound of the piano since Sheng Rui came, changed to a solo piece and plucked the strings again. The sound of the piano infiltrates people's hearts like water, accompanied by the beautiful moonlight, faintly curling, and lingering around the beam.

At the end of the song, the people at the table, both men and women, were amazed.

"It's a good tune."

"More than that! This is a great musical achievement! ”

"There is an old saying that 'this song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world', I'm afraid that's it."

"Concubine Niangniang, can you let the old man see the person who plays this music?" When he stood up to an official who was obsessed with music, he opened his mouth to Ji Yingxue while he was drunk.

"This..."Ji Yingxue's face was slightly embarrassed, as if there was something hidden.

It's a pity that the officials below are already a little drunk, and no one can see her embarrassment.

"Yes, Concubine Shu, it's rare that the palace people of this music workshop can play this song so elegantly and refinedly, Lord Xiao loves music, and this time he is really in love with talents, and nothing else, and please ask Concubine Niangniang to agree, which is full of the curiosity of the ministers." Another official stepped forward.

"It's not that the palace didn't ask her to come out to meet the adults, it's actually that the person who played the music before today was infected with the wind cold, and now the wind cold has not gone, and all the ministers are the pillars of the court, if the body is sick because of this, how can the palace still have the face to deal with itself in front of the emperor." The embarrassedness on Ji Yingxue's face was never put away, but the words she said were completely for the sake of the people present.

Fang Baobao has been looking for an opportunity, and now that he sees Ji Yingxue's face is difficult, he knows in his heart that the embarrassment should be due to the person who plays the music behind him, so that Concubine Shu can be so embarrassed, and hiding behind the curtain and not wanting to see people, I am afraid that there is only that one person.

His eyes rolled, Fang Baobao had a plan in his heart, and then stood up, saluted Ji Yingxue, with a slightly shy smile on his face, and said: "Sister Shufei's consideration is very thoughtful, so that my sister is ashamed of herself. ”

The previous said was gentle and polite, and then the voice changed, and the meaning changed: "It's just that Sister Shufei is inevitably too careful, the left is just the wind and cold, all the adults are the pillars of the talent, how can they be deterred by the wind and cold, and besides, it is just to ask the person of this music to come to this banquet to show up, and discuss two sentences between the fans, all of you are cherishing your talents, and it is not the appearance of the person who covets the music, sister is not so careful because she thinks too much?" ”

's words blocked Ji Yingxue's front and back roads.

The face of Lord Xiao, who originally proposed to see the person who played this music, became more and more ugly, although he was worried that this concubine was now in the harem and had the holy grace, but he couldn't swallow the anger in his heart, he lifted the hem of his clothes, stood up, and arched his hand: "Please also ask the lady to forgive her sins, the micro-minister Xiao Mingjiang is not strong enough to drink, and wants to retire first, as for the person who played the music, I also asked the lady to tell me on my behalf that Xiao is just a fan of music and rhythm, and wants to ask a few questions, and there is no pickling thought." ”

After saying this, Xiao Mingjiang suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed twice.

When he smiled, the ministers and the ladies present were stunned for a moment, only Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, and the curvature of Sheng Rui's lips remained unchanged as always.

The official who asked to see the person who played the music with Xiao Mingjiang was really puzzled, and asked Xiao Mingjiang, "Lord Xiao, what are you laughing at?" ”

It's okay that this person didn't ask, but after this question, another person laughed.

The laughter was not subtle at all, and although it was not rough, it also made everyone present hear it.

Everyone at the table should be respected, and it turned out that the person who laughed out loud was Liao Jinfeng, the martial champion who had just narrated the deeds of King Zhaoyang.

The official seated next to Liao Jinfeng asked him quietly: "Little brother Liao, what are you laughing at?" ”

"I laugh that now I have only listened to a tune, and I haven't heard the voice of the person who plays this music, except for the lady concubine, no one knows whether the person Xiao wants to see is a man or a woman, who is the surname, how old he is, what his appearance is, how did he become a picture?"

Liao Jinfeng's voice is not low, although the ministers present have drunk two glasses of wine, not everyone is drunk, and their heads are still there, and now they all feel reasonable when they hear this.

Xiao Mingjiang, who was standing on the side, heard this, and couldn't help but look at Liao Jinfeng twice, and thought to himself: He is worthy of being the person the emperor likes, and his head is very clear.

Who knew that before Xiao Mingjiang could withdraw his eyes, Liao Jinfeng turned his head to look at him, and then he continued: "Lord Xiao, you still have to rest the mind of the person who played this music!" If the lady concubine is suspicious of you, the wind chill of this musician must be bad for a while, but it is a palace person of the Si Le Fang, and it is not easy to study music, so why bother adding a gust of wind and cold to others! ”

Liao Jinfeng said this clearly, but he slapped the emperor's two concubines in the face one after another.

The previous "plot" was put forward by Fang Baobao, and then Ji Yingxue said that the person who played the music was infected with the wind cold, this so-called "wind cold", and anyone with a discerning eye understood in their hearts that this was just a refusal of excuse.

It's just that I know in my heart that I don't have to say it, after all, although this concubine has no children under her knees, Princess Lanxin is raised by her, and regardless of her friendship with the emperor for many years, just looking at the emperor's doting on Princess Lanxin, she must not easily offend Concubine Lan because of this little thing.

And although Fang Baobao is still a talented person, he has a dragon heir in his belly, and that is a golden pimple. Not to mention that Fang Yeming has been executed now, Fang Baobao is just the daughter of a criminal minister, even if the Fang family has just been imprisoned now, if this golden pimple comes a few days earlier, maybe the punishment will be spared. Although even if the child is born, it may not be raised by Fang Baobao, but only before the golden pimple has landed, this talented person is walking sideways in the palace, and I am afraid that the other palace ladies will also have to care for a sentence or two, which can be seen from the performance of Concubine Shu just now. Therefore, this baby must not be offended.

But Xiao Mingjiang is a military general, and there are not so many twists and turns in his heart, Liao Jinfeng is the champion of the new department, and he is still unclear about the affairs in the palace, so he will expose the shortcomings of Fang Baobao and Ji Yingxue together.

"Lord Liao, what do you mean by this?" The embarrassment on Ji Yingxue's face was clearly on her face, and she didn't hide it.

On the contrary, Fang Baobao, who was the same object of ridicule, just slightly teased her eyelids, glanced at Xiao Mingjiang and Liao Jinfeng, and didn't see anything on her face, she finally picked up the fire, and watched Ji Yingxue struggle in the sea of fire, even if it was splashed with a few innocuous sparks, what did it matter? After all, I didn't lose myself.

"I don't know what the lady lady asked?" Liao Jinfeng's expression was very respectful, completely different from Fang Cai's arrogance, "Please also ask Niangniang to point it out, Weichen must know everything, and he will say everything." ”

Ji Yingxue's smile froze on her face, and the embarrassment became worse: "You... You... You..."

"What a guts... dared to openly slander the lady concubine. A female voice came from behind the curtain.

Before everyone could see who came out from behind the curtain, Fang Baobao, who was sitting peacefully on the table and watching the excitement, stroked his stomach and sighed.

Most of the ladies on the table have been pregnant with children, and now they see that Fang Baobao frowned, his face was sweating finely, and he was not good in his heart, but no one dared to step forward, after all, this Fang Bao is not an ordinary pregnant woman, she is pregnant with a dragon heir, nothing is fine, if you get closer, even if the dragon heir has a little thing, it is a big trouble for the husband's family, so thinking, naturally no one dares to approach.

Seeing that the broken hair on Fang Baobao's forehead was soaked with sweat, Ji Yingxue exhaled urgently: "Go and ask the imperial doctor!" ”

Although Ji Yingxue has never given birth to a child, she also knows that this pregnant person's stomach ache is a great thing, and now Fang Baobao is in the dinner party that she is solely responsible for, if there is a half-point difference, she will be implicated, and hurriedly shouted, "Go and ask the emperor to come over." ”

"No need to invite the emperor, Sister Baofei, I'm fine." The sweat on Fang Baobao's forehead accumulated into drops, his face was pale, and even his lips seemed to have faded a little, and he took back her usual domineering attitude, showing a little weak willow and helping the wind, and his words were as gentle as a little woman, "The emperor is the lord of the world, he is busy with state affairs, and it is rare to even rest on weekdays, so don't bother the emperor now." It's just a small pain, and the doctor will come in a while, so it's okay."

The words that are good to listen to and sensible have all been said by Fang Baobao. He is the one who says that he has a stomachache, and the person who thinks about the emperor is also her, so it is a drama that understands righteousness.

It's a truism that setbacks can make people grow quickly. Now that he has experienced a series of changes such as the abolition of the concubine, the tragic death of his father, and the exile of the whole family, Fang Baobao's scheming has really matured a lot, and he has lived alone in Yilan Palace for nearly half a month, and he has endured loneliness and tempered his original self-esteem, which is even more difficult to deal with.

"How's that going to work! What you have in your stomach is the flesh and blood of the emperor, the golden dragon heir, and there must be no accidents. Ji Yingxue's words were full of anxiety and attention to Fang Baobao, "What about the imperial doctor?" Why hasn't the doctor come yet? ”

"Back to Concubine Shuniang..."The little guard who had just gone to pass the imperial doctor came to Ji Yingxue's side, "There is no one in the imperial hospital, and I ask Niangniang to spare the slave's life." ”

"Nobody's there? Is there no doctor on duty in the dignified hospital? Ji Yingxue was furious, "What about the emperor?" ”

No one replied, and the emperor has been there since he left the table in the middle.

Sheng Rui sat in his seat and tasted wine, looking at Mo Yu on the table not far away, reaching out to play with the small wine glass, and a trace of unrecognizable emotion crossed his eyes.