It's like a wordless flower, worried about blooming, drunk

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"What misunderstanding?" Xizong looked at the Western Xia envoy.

"Your Majesty will remember that this summer, our envoy Shi Ke presented to Your Majesty a letter written by the Emperor himself." Make the ministers follow the good path.

Xizong nodded, but there was really such a thing.

"At that time, our emperor begged His Majesty to help him find a woman in the Jin Kingdom, and His Majesty handed over this task to General Wan Yanliang." The messenger carefully pulled out a silk painting from his sleeve.

"There's such a thing." Xizong was a little stunned, "Is that her?" ”

The messenger presented the silk painting, and Daxingguo hurriedly took it and handed it to Xizong.

The owner of this painting painted very carefully, although the decoration is slightly different, but the strokes are slender, delicate, and what is even more rare is that the temperament of the corners of the eyes and eyebrows jumps on the paper, but it is really similar to the woman of His Royal Highness.

"So," Xizong asked Yan Liang according to his own understanding, "You just recognized her as the person I ordered you to seek, and then you collided with the marshal?" ”

The form took such a sharp turn, Jian Wei was stunned, firstly, she didn't expect that there would be such a ghostly turn, and secondly, she didn't expect that after a few days with Li Renxiao, he would go to such great lengths to find himself.

Xizong didn't wait for Yan Liang to answer, and then asked Yan Yong: "Then what are you, did you get up and want to stop you when you saw Di Gu Nai was about to pounce on the marshal?" ”

Such a perfect staircase is built.

Xizong thought about it, he was not stupid, there was a small detail circling in his heart, but he didn't ask, why did you pounce out at the same time.

The new question overlayed the old one, and he asked Jian Wei directly: "If you are really the person that the Western Xia Emperor is looking for, then according to his letter, you are a Han girl." Who the hell are you? ”

Xizong looked at His Royal Highness's woman, she was not very old, but she was calm and calm, her face was like snow, and she was indeed a good beauty.

All the truth seemed to be revealed, and Janeway hesitated. Fang Yan Yong's desperate stop gave her strength and hints, maybe things were not what she thought.

After she finished looking at Yan Wushu, after reading Yan Liang, she looked at Yan Yong again, and carefully considered the weight of her answer.

"Don't dare to deceive Your Majesty, the little girl is indeed a Song woman." She knew that she couldn't be deceived, so she simply admitted it. Xizong saw that she was not very old, so he thought that she was an old man from the Northern Song Dynasty who was captured and went north when she was a child and grew up in the Jin Kingdom.

Yuan Mei, who was kneeling on Pucha Baolin's side, heard this answer, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

Pucha Baolin glanced at Yuan Mei strangely, although she had the emperor's will, but she just got up and did not return to her seat.

Yuanmei suddenly took two steps forward, kowtowed and replied: "The slave asks the emperor for forgiveness." ”

The emperor looked at this palace lady who suddenly came out to confess his guilt, and said curiously: "What are you guilty of?" ”

Yuan Mei kowtowed three times in a row, Fang raised his head, and his forehead was already blue and red: "Back to the emperor, she is the sister of the slave." She looked at Jian Wei: "My sister has been separated from the slave maid since she was a child, and after going north, she accidentally learned that the slave maid was in the deep palace, so she was sent into the palace by General Wanyan through Zhang Zhaoyuan. ”

Jian Wei looked at Yuan Mei in surprise, why did she suddenly help herself and tell such a big lie. But it was she who completely dissociated herself from Wan Yan Yong.

Although she didn't know whether she was friend or foe, she immediately moved to tears when she saw this result.

Wan Yan Liang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, Wan Yan Yong's clenched fingers also let go, and Wan Yan Wushu stared at Jian Wei tightly, as if she wanted to tell from her expression that Gong E's words were true or false.

In the emperor's ears, all the logic has been connected, and at this time, he has a good temper and does not have any vices. Therefore, he accepted this explanation in line with the principle that the banquet continued to go on perfectly.

The emperor groaned, but he was refreshed: "Since this is the case, and it is the person that the Western Xia Emperor wants, then the envoy will bring it back." ”

"Your Majesty," Jian Weiying saluted, "Although the little woman is a Song woman, she has never known the Western Xia Emperor, how can she be the person he wants." ”

In ancient times, the transportation was not developed, and the identification technology was difficult, although there was a silk painting, but in the end, it was ink, not as good as photos and sketches, there were so many similar people, as long as they resisted death, it was difficult for this Xizong to give himself to Li Renxiao casually, and besides, Li Renxiao could not travel thousands of miles to the Jin Kingdom to identify. Janeway's wishful thinking crackled.

The envoy of Western Xia still did not give up: "However, the girl is indeed very similar." ”

"It doesn't mean that there are so many similar people in the world, and the envoys may not know that the little girl has grown up in the Five Kingdoms City since she can remember, how she can get to know the Western Xia Emperor."

Daxingguo on the side wasted no time in stepping forward and saluting, and said: "This humble position can testify that in the past, he also played the drums and accompaniment for Miss Jian Wei in Suge." ”

The huge night pearl hangs between the columns, and the silk veil is soft and hazy. Outside the hall is a cold winter of tens of degrees below zero, although it cannot prevent the arrival of winter, but the noble son of heaven naturally has enough wealth to keep winter out. And the woman of His Royal Highness is not as delicate as a spring flower.

Xizong raised his eyebrows, and then became interested: "It turns out that he is a versatile person, but he just looks at this kind of horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes, and his momentum is overwhelming, but he doesn't know what the other one looks like." ”

He turned his head sideways and whispered to the Western Xia envoy: "This matter can't be decided at the moment, and it will be discussed after the banquet." ”

The messenger opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Xizong was very interested, raised his hand to stop him, and said to Jian Wei with a smile: "Today's banquet has been postponed for a long time because of you, and now, let's make a song for you." Daxingguo," he commanded, "it is still up to you to beat the drums and accompaniment." Den Mai Ji enters. ”

The sound of silk and bamboo started, and the dancing girls entered like a soft swimming fish, and the feast was reopened, and the graceful palace maids poured spirits for the visitors. The laughter resumed, and the room was full of spring.

Jian Wei changed into a gauze dress, her long hair was pulled up, her sideburns were soft, she had a beautiful face, washed her lead, and she was like a fairy out of the dust among many dancing girls with heavy makeup.

The song started slowly, crisp and ethereal, there had never been such a tune, and the emperor had lost his mind, the musicians stopped concentrating, unable to echo, and the dancers were graceful, and their movements were slow.

Strange language, strange tunes, but graceful and charming flowers.

Holy, far-reaching, vast.

The glamorous and charming dancing girls also seem to have become insignificant. Everyone looked at Janeway quietly. A woman with such a strange singing voice. It's like looking at a flower that doesn't bloom again.

Janeway finished singing the last note.

Xizong came back to his senses and asked, "What is this?" ”

Janeway bowed her head slightly, and her ring was crisp, and she replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Hymns, ballads of distant lands." ”