The shadow of Gui is swaying, and the sweet fragrance floats. The sky has just darkened a little, the osmanthus tree has been lit up with countless tulle palace lights, the shadow is reflected in the pond under the curved bridge, Qionglou Yuyu, the clouds break the moonrise, I don't know the heaven and the earth for a while.

In the small pavilion near the water, the singers sang in unison, and the singing voices near the water were clearer than those of silk and bamboo.

At the top of the Liuyu Pavilion, more than a dozen girls dressed in brocade clothes danced with their sleeves, and the neon clothes were full of brilliance.

Jia Dongfeng smiled at Zhen Liancheng with his hand: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, now that I have the compass and clairvoyance presented by Nie Feng, maybe I can rush back for the festival. ”

The water pavilion of the Liuyu Pavilion is separated by bamboo curtains and gauze curtains, and the dancers and singers of the Liuyu Pavilion look at the nobles who watch their performances, and can only see a shadow like a flower in the fog.

Zhen Liancheng was about to respond, when the exclamations of the women suddenly came from his ears. He looked back and saw that all the women in the pavilion had become the background, only one of them was a splendid woman, who was spinning indulgently, fluttering like a weak willow returning to the wind, dancing gracefully and looking forward to life, covered in light veils, like clouds and mist, surrounded by her face, like a fairy in the Moon Palace, glorious and shining.

Everyone was amazed, and only when the clouds covered the moon did everyone come back to their senses.

Jia Dongfeng looked at Zhen Liancheng, who was at a loss, and said with a slight smile: "How?" ”

Zhen Liancheng was puzzled: "What? ”

Jia Dongfeng gestured to the woman who danced amazingly: "I invited a master from Yangzhou Qingping Music Fang, she is the daughter of the owner of Qingping Music Fang, called to dance back to the wind, twenty-eight years old, not only dancing gracefully, but also proficient in music, is really a rare confidant." Jia Dongfeng paused and looked at Zhen Liancheng meaningfully, "Moreover, she has admired the son of Liancheng of the Zhen family for a long time, and specially learned Yaoqin for the son of Liancheng." Now that the one-handed piano skills are superb, it may not be long before Da Zhou can have one more mastery of returning to the city. ”

Wu Huifeng also happened to look at Zhen Liancheng, beautiful as early summer, Hanlian's face was slightly blushing, which was the most beautiful posture of a woman.

The water breeze is gentle, and the ripples stretch and flatten the moon's shadow, turbulent.

Zhen Liancheng looked at Jia Dongfeng with a stunned expression, this time stunned, with a slight anger, completely different from his unfathomable and elegant expression in the past, as if the tight mask suddenly broke, making him give birth to an approachable pyrotechnic atmosphere.

Jia Dongfeng suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of weakness. Although she didn't have any good intentions, but when she was looked at by Zhen Liancheng with such a look, she couldn't help but feel weak, not only was her heart weak, but her heartbeat was chaotic a few beats, as if she had done something unforgivable wrong.

"It's the hardest thing to be graced by a beauty," Zhen Liancheng smiled slightly, restrained his gaffe, and reverted to the face of that wise and almost demonic strategist, "Such an outstanding beauty, Your Majesty should leave it to the Lord Protector!" ”

"Weichen still has important matters, so he won't accompany His Majesty to dinner, and retire first." Zhen Liancheng omitted even the simplest etiquette, and left in a hurry without looking back.

Jia Dongfeng looked at Zhen Liancheng's back in amazement, he actually dared to throw his face at himself like this? For the sake of his recent good performance, he is sincerely thinking about his happiness in the second half of his life. But why is he angry? Is it disgusted that the dance returns to the wind and has a low identity? He might still want to marry a noble girl?

What the hell was he thinking about? What's the problem that can't be said frankly?

Jia Dongfeng was puzzled, looked up and saw the little face of Wu Huifeng who was crying, and quickly smiled and comforted: "This is his character." ”

On the second day, something even stranger happened.

This time it's not Zhen Liancheng, it's the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military!

As soon as Jia Dongfeng went to the palace, he smelled all kinds of strange fragrances. Cold incense, warm incense, plum blossom incense, osmanthus incense, musk, sandalwood...... Not only that, but half of the ministers' complexions were also a few degrees whiter, not only white, but also much more delicate to the naked eye. Not only the change in face, but also the appearance and posture are not quite the same.

In addition to Li Youquan and other old ministers, they also paced with imposing figure-eight steps, and almost all the ministers under the age of thirty straightened their necks, and their gait was also much more subtle, looking long-sleeved and fluttering, like a noble swan.

No, it's like a peacock in courtship.

Jia Dongfeng was terrified in his heart, it was impossible for these young talents of the Manchu Dynasty to participate in blind date activities on the same day. Then, there is only one target for such a strange large-scale courtship scene, the only opposite sex on the Golden Light Hall - himself.

Looking at so many pairs of eager eyes looking at him with various indescribable purposes, the corners of Jia Dongfeng's eyes twitched, and finally he took the case: "Enough!" ”

"One by one, the greased and powdered branches are displayed in the court, what kind of system does it become?"

"Wash all my face! Wash it up and then discuss it! ”

There has always been a saying that the heroes of the green forest have a golden basin to wash their hands, and now there is a golden basin to wash their faces in the court of the Golden Light Palace.

Looking at the basin of white water washed by half of the ministers, Jia Dongfeng was furious: "If you commit it again, you will be fined for half a year!" ”

Li Youquan looked at Jia Dongfeng, who was rarely angry, and said with a slight smile: "Weichen, please discuss the matter of the imperial husband again." ”

The weeds overgrow the corn.

She just inadvertently supported Nie Feng, which helped the minds of many Israeli. And as long as she doesn't have a royal husband, she will never have this kind of clinging mind......

Jia Dongfeng took a deep breath, and Zheng Youwei's words still lingered in his ears: "As long as you want to use people, you will inevitably have treacherous and disruptive ministers, and you can't control it, not to mention that you don't have a harem, and you don't have any reliance and constraints......"

Ye Huan didn't have this kind of trouble, because he was the only heir of the Tang Empire, although he looked modest and polite, he had the confidence to fight against the ministers, and decisively dispersed the harem to marry Jia Yi, and Jia Yi also had the ability to mediate and fight with the courtiers alone.

Jia Yi didn't have this kind of trouble, because she was born in the harem, and she had too much experience in fighting with the courtiers. She can fight with the courtiers in the harem, and once she goes to the court, she will overwhelm the ministers.

But she, Jia Dongfeng, really doesn't have a harem. There is only one royal heir whose father died.

If you want to find a partner like Jia Yi who can suppress the former dynasty moth...... Jia Dongfeng was silent for a long time, and finally the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he responded: "Okay." Then he added, "But this matter needs to be considered in the long run." "It's an excuse to think about it in the long run, she just has to drag it until Fu Huanqing returns to the dynasty victoriously. At that point, everything will fall into place.

The only thing to confirm is Fu Huanqing's thoughts.

She'd missed it once and didn't want to miss it a second time.

Of course, there must be a superb strategist to find a high-sounding excuse for the marriage of the monarch and the handsome, so that the ministers cannot refuse.