The dancing queen in the Beiling Palace is worthy of her name, not only beautiful, but also extremely beautiful.

The twisted waist is like a water snake, so soft that it seems to have no bones.

Not to mention that men are hooked, women are also fascinated.

Between the cups and the cups, everyone's eyes lingered on the beauty, and it could be seen that they were very happy.

During this period, some people kept raising their glasses to toast to Ling Juncheng, and he also drank them cup by cup, as if he would not get drunk.

After drinking a lot, his face was as usual, and his long body sat there steadily, and he couldn't see that he was drunk at all.

Zhang Deming, who was behind him, quietly leaned into his ear: "Your Majesty, if this white water tastes bad to drink, will the servant add some sugar juice to it?" ”

The man said lightly: "No need." ”

Zhang Deming was silent.

On the way to the house just now, the concubine told the master not to drink, so the master ordered him to quietly replace the wine in the pot with white water.

It's the first time he's seen such an obedient master.

While eating her favorite food, Su Xi tasted the dance music in the hall elegantly.

However, the mind has drifted away.

Obviously said that you should avoid alcohol when using medicine, but he is still drinking! Drink to death!

Just as she was exhaling a breath of turbid air from her nose, she suddenly saw an inky figure enter the hall through the dancing water sleeves of the dancing girls.

The person who came was Ling Yuan, and he walked to his place and sat down with his long legs very casually.

Because at this moment everyone's eyes were on those beauties, and no one was aware of his arrival.

He poured himself a glass of wine with his long body, and his expression was happy, as if he had just experienced a happy thing, and the aftermath did not fade.

The gauze that bandaged his forehead was replaced with black, and it was thinner, not as eye-catching as before.

Su Xi was puzzled: they are obviously brothers, but in addition to their very similar appearances, the personalities of the two people are completely different.

Although Ling Juncheng has been smiling all year round, and it is as cold as an ice sculpture that has not melted for thousands of years, it feels comfortable.

And Ling Yuan, lonely and arrogant, full of yin owls.

I don't know why the Queen Mother likes her little son so much.

Now that she can retire to Yongshou Palace and become a pampered queen mother, isn't it all because of her eldest son Ling Juncheng? What's not to be happy with?

Thinking of this, she stopped thinking and didn't continue to think.

There were some things she wasn't supposed to think about.

Just as she was about to withdraw her gaze, Ling Yuan stood up from his position.

Unhurriedly, he stretched out his slender arm and raised his hand towards the hall and made a pause gesture, and the dance music in the hall gradually stopped.

The dancers faded aside and waited, and the musicians waited for instructions with their instruments.

Silence returned to the temple.

It was when everyone was in high spirits that they couldn't help but react.

But it was only at this time that everyone realized that the shogunate had arrived.

In the end, it was the prince, and his status was noble, so everyone saluted him respectfully.

He ignored others, but instead held the cup in one hand and the other behind his back, walked out from behind the table with leisurely steps, and walked straight to Ling Juncheng.

"Brother Huang, the younger brother is late, don't blame Brother Huang." Raising his eyebrows, smiling faintly, the yin owl between his eyebrows has always endured.

Ling Juncheng raised his eyes to meet his eyes, he hooked his lips and chuckled: "Tonight is the queen mother's birthday banquet, the queen mother doesn't blame you, how can I blame you?" ”

As a brother's generosity, he is very stable.