Pray to the kingdom of the underworld

General Li won a complete victory and repelled Zou Yuguo, and the emperor was very happy, so he set up a banquet to celebrate and reward Li Dongge

The sound of the silk and bamboo in the Nianyun Hall was endless, and the banquet was staggered, the words were cheerful, and the ministers were all praising and complimenting the general and making him their allies.

"Li Dongge, you won a big victory this time and directly defeated the enemy country one after another, do you have the reward you want?" The handsome man in the yellow robe asked the man sitting on the table very happily with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Back to the emperor, the minister is the hussar general of the underworld, and his duty is to protect the family and defend the country, and he doesn't dare to ask for a reward." Li Dongge left his seat and stood in the center of the hall, bowed slightly, bowed his head respectfully and said.

"Okay, we pray that it is an honor for the people to have a general like you, and I am deeply grateful, and I will give you a drink." Emperor Feng Ziqiong screamed exaggeratedly, raised his glass with relief and said.

Looking at Li Dongge's expressionless face, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and smiled wryly and continued

"Just because you don't want now doesn't mean you won't have it in the future, I can make you a request, and if you have what you want in the future, I will allow you."

"Thank you to the emperor." Ji Dongge glanced at the emperor with disdain, and secretly thought in his heart that this thing was starting to brag again. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his place.

"Your Majesty, it's time to sing and dance." The eunuch Xiaoguazi stood behind Feng Ziqiong and reminded in a small voice.

"Ahem, let's sing and dance." Feng Ziqiong smiled when she heard the prompt of the little assistant behind her, and said with a light cough

'Xuan Song and Dance ~' As a sharp voice sounded, women in pink dance skirts entered with the voice.

As the vocal music sounded, the women began to swing and dance, and the temperature of the whole banquet gradually rose.

At the end of the banquet, the ministers began to be a little tired, but there were always a few people waiting for the last moment, such as Mu Guangyuan, the head of the Mu family.

Mu Guangyuan's eyes were sharp, looking at the woman who walked in slowly, and looking at the beautiful eyes of the woman after dressing up, he couldn't help but reveal meaningful confidence.

The woman is wearing a red dance dress, the lower half of her face is covered with purple mesh, and her red lips are looming, making people want to kiss Fangze.

He took small steps and climbed onto a log in the center of the hall, hid behind many people in purple dance skirts, and slowly walked forward and danced with the sound of the guqin

Ruyu's plain hands lingered tactfully, the skirt was flying, and a pair of watery eyes like smoke looked at the emperor sitting in the high hall, the streamer was flying, and the whole person was like a flower separated from the fog, hazy and ethereal.

Everyone was interested in the woman's dancing posture and half-hidden face, but only one of them had a very ugly face, and even the aura that emanated from it turned cold.

The man was dressed in a black cloud brocade robe, wearing a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair and inlaid treasures, leaning lazily on the chair and squinting his eyes half-squinting, until he smelled a faint familiar smell and slowly opened his charming peach blossom eyes.

Seeing the woman dancing in the center of the hall, her eyes shrank suddenly, and everyone's burning eyes fell on the woman and looked at her recklessly, the anger in her heart gradually burned, exuding a cold aura, and her lips were pursed.

Everyone was frightened and puzzled by the change in the regent, and they sat on the chair and did not dare to say anything, and their eyes gradually converged.

Feng Ziqiong naturally felt the change in his cousin, but he didn't dare to say anything at all, nor did he dare to ask who angered him, so he could only pretend not to see it and pretend to be calm and sit on a chair to watch the dance.

At the end of the dance, Feng Ziqiong held back the cold breath around her, looked at the woman with hot eyes and asked, "This dance is very good, what is your name?" ”

The woman stepped forward with small steps and respectfully bowed, "The folk girl Mu Kuling greets the emperor"

Although Mu Kuling is the daughter of a courtier, she is a concubine after all, and her status is low, so she can only call herself a folk girl.

But he felt that the breath around him was getting colder and colder