Chapter 116: The Banquet
As soon as Wei Guogong sat down, looking at the Queen Mother's indifferent expression and King Yong's eloquent appearance, he was slightly stunned, and hurriedly stood up and said with a smile, "Today is not a welcome banquet, how can you talk about the marriage between the county lord and the dog?" ”
The Queen Mother and King Yong did not speak, and there was a tense atmosphere in the hall for a while.
Princess An Le looked at Tong Yan in a daze, like a dazed child.
Hearing that she couldn't believe it now, the man she had been thinking about for so long had actually married someone else.
How so?
Could it be that she, a daughter of the Son of Heaven, is not as good as a wild girl of unknown origin?
So what is she, is she just a laughing stock after dinner?
Tears gradually appeared in her eyes, and she looked at Cheng Huai, who was not close to her, but seemed to be as far away as the entire galaxy.
There was a faint smile on his face, as if these mundane things had nothing to do with him, and it was such a peerless dust that made her heart sway.
A thought of hope suddenly rose from her mind.
Brother Huai must be indifferent, this marriage must have been chosen by Wei Guogong for him.
She looked at Cheng Huai's handsome face with deep hope, maybe Brother Huai didn't like Zhaoyang at all, he was just forced to be helpless.
Concubine Jiang Shufei looked at her daughter worriedly, she had already advised her not to be so attentive, she just didn't listen, there is a saying that it is not a business to catch up, now it is okay, it is not herself who is sad.
However, no matter how big the duke title and status of this country is, where can it be higher than the saint, even if he has military power in his hands, is it possible that he will rebel? She didn't understand, why couldn't she directly marry An Le and Cheng Shizi? Can he openly resist the decree? Doesn't this give the Holy God an excuse to punish him?
Thinking of this, she glanced at the saint complainingly.
In the final analysis, it is still the saint's partiality, if Shuning falls in love, he will definitely give a decree to give marriage.
In the final analysis, it is because she is not the queen of the middle palace, and An Le is not a princess, if she sits firmly in the middle palace, who does her daughter want to marry, it is not a matter of one sentence?
The congealed atmosphere lasted only a moment.
The attendants outside the hall shouted loudly, and the bright voices echoed in the sky and into the main hall.
When the messenger arrived, all those who were seated at the table stood up.
The Queen Mother smiled quietly, as if nothing had happened just now, graceful and generous, and imposing.
Tong Yan, who had already sat back in her place, was stunned for a while, and sighed in her heart, she deserved to be the queen mother, and the women who have seen the world are different, this face-changing kung fu is really amazing, she has to learn it quickly.
Ji Yue craned her neck excitedly to look out, and was pulled by the helpless Qingzhi on the corner of her clothes, she glanced at Qingzhi suspiciously, Qingzhi squeezed her eyes at her, signaling her not to be rude.
Not only Ji Yue, but many people showed a curious look in their eyes, and they wanted to see what this southern Xinjiang person looked like.
Tong Yan looked around, and happened to meet Cheng Huai's eyes that were staring at her with a smile.
Her heart fluttered, she pursed her lips and smiled, as if she had not intentionally turned her head to look out of the hall.
But what she didn't know was that she seemed to be angry and ashamed, and her eyes were slightly swaying, how moving Cheng Huai saw it in her eyes and numb in her heart, and she really wanted to take her into her arms and rub it well. Even though Tong Yan had turned his head, he still looked at her jade shadow with a smile and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Mighty but orderly, there were officials and chamberlains, leading a group of men and women dressed in exotic costumes to the hall.
The women in southern Xinjiang are all tall and graceful, although they wear a thin veil and can't see their faces clearly, but it is not difficult to guess that they must be some rare beauties.
Most of the men have deep eye sockets, high and straight noses, and angular faces, but not all of them are like this, and some of them look no different from Han Chinese, and they are also from southern Xinjiang.
Ji Yue suppressed the excitement in her heart, and looked at these men and women from southern Xinjiang with bright eyes, what A-Niang said was not wrong at all, these southern Xinjiang people are really good-looking, even the clothes are so beautiful!
Their clothes are very bright and eye-catching for both men and women, and their sleeves are tied around the waist, which makes people look happy.
Among them, the man from southern Xinjiang who walked in the front was tall and straight, his eyes were as bright as the starry sky, he was very handsome, he was smiling, and he looked like he was twenty or thirty years old.
A chubby middle-aged man with a mustache and a leopard-print scarlet robe followed him, leading the way.
Tong Yan knew that this must be Lord Dong of Honglu Temple, I heard that although this Lord Dong is not good-looking, he can speak well, be humorous, and be very smart.
The handsome man from southern Xinjiang smiled and saluted the emperor above the main hall, but his salute was the etiquette of southern Xinjiang, and everyone behind him also saluted in unison, and his voice was very loud
"Envoys are exempt." The Emperor laughed in satisfaction and raised his hand to signal them to excuse themselves.
The crowd thanked them.
"This must be the second prince of southern Xinjiang, he really has an extraordinary temperament, a talent, he has come all the way, and he has worked hard!" The emperor said to the handsome man from southern Xinjiang.
"Your Majesty's discernment." The second prince put his hand on his shoulder and saluted, which seemed to have the same meaning as the Han people, only to hear him say again, "Your Majesty can also call me Pazil, this is my name." ”
"Pazil." The emperor smiled and nodded, tasted both sides in his mouth, and laughed again, "Then I still call you the second prince of Southern Xinjiang." ”
Everyone laughed.
"Let's take a seat with guests from afar." The emperor happily instructed the palace maids.
Tong Yan didn't expect the second prince to speak Chinese quite fluently, so she nodded secretly.
accidentally caught a glimpse of Ji Yue, and saw her looking geared up and excited, Tong Yan couldn't help but smile and shook her head, and whispered jokingly, "What's the matter, I want to find a husband in southern Xinjiang, but can't I marry in southern Xinjiang?" ”
"What did the county lord say, southern Xinjiang is so far away, the servant can't go." Ji Yue shook her head in surprise.
Qingzhi whispered, "Where did the county lord see that she wanted to marry in southern Xinjiang, and the maid looked at her like this, and thought that she wanted to go up and compete with the people in southern Xinjiang!" ”
Ji Yue glared at her, "What you said, I don't know anything, what do you go up to compete with others?" ”
Tong Yan couldn't hold back and laughed.
Not to mention, Ji Yue is like this, and she really feels like she wants to go up and show her hands.
Maybe it was because her snorting smile was a little loud, Princess Yong frowned and glared back at her.
Tong Yan hurriedly smiled and sat upright.
During the banquet, the cups were staggered, and the laughter was so lively.
Accompanied by the musicians playing pleasant tunes with eighteen musical instruments, the teaching workshop also rehearsed the song and dance, in the center of the main hall, a beautiful woman dressed elegantly, wearing a ding dong, dancing with light yarn, very beautiful.
This is the first time for Tong Yan to participate in such a lively banquet, which is even more grand than the festival.
She felt that this was not just a banquet to welcome the envoys, but more likely to show off their strength and prosperity.