The Great Feast (3)

Gong Changjue clenched his hand, she actually didn't have to be amorous at all, the person he liked was the palace chief who did not fight or grab anything in his previous life, and was indifferent and demure.

There is nothing like her.

Palace Changjue suddenly felt that the hall was stuffy, and the air was uncomfortably depressed.

What has she been afraid of all along, this life is not the previous life, why should she guard against him everywhere and avoid him?

She just has no power to protect herself from the imperial power in Shang Wengyu's hands now, so she wants to stay away from him.

He may not have taken her to heart at all, so why should she be so self-righteous and self-righteous?

She thought the sky was falling apart, and maybe the person she put in a very important position didn't care about it at all.

It used to be, and it is even more so.

She laughed bitterly at herself,

From beginning to end, it was she who was passionate.

The woman not far away called Chu Shizi in a warm voice, and the palace chief raised his eyes, only to find Chu Ranxuan sitting directly opposite him.

Before the feast began, the woman took a purse and stood in front of Chu Ranxuan, blushing and saying something.

And Chu Ranyu's complexion did not change, but he just said something lightly, and the woman's smiling face collapsed in an instant. Although he tried his best to keep his smile on his face, he looked ugly, took his purse, and went back dejectedly.

Gong Changjue saw Guan Wushu on the other side, he was dressed in court clothes today, he was dressed extremely positively, and he also put away a lot of ruffians on weekdays, but he really looked like a courtier.

Guan Wushu picked up the wine glass in one hand, saluted her for a while, and drank the wine in the cup.

Gong Changjue's face was pale, but the woman next to her blushed.

The palace chief lowered his eyes, in the end, Guan Wushu was once a famous gentleman in Chang'an City, and his means of teasing the girl were clever. Coupled with this good skin, why is it difficult to attract a few little girls to like it.

Gong Changjue only felt that his heart was very chaotic, thinking about it for a while and thinking about it for a while, but he couldn't calm down.

Even Zuo Miaoqing and Zuo Jin sat in the seats on either side of her, and the palace chief didn't notice it.

Before you know it, everyone has finished attending.

And Emperor Yuan slowly entered from the door of the main hall, followed by a stunning woman, enchanting and bright, thinking that it was Yun Guifei.

And they knelt down and said in a loud voice,

"Your Majesty, Wan An—"

Emperor Yuan's cheeks were sunken, his face was sallow and blue, and his eyes were protruding a lot, which looked a little scary. Even the dragon robe on his body didn't seem to be able to support it.

And the Yun Guifei next to him has been supporting Emperor Yuan, and after a while, Emperor Yuan sat on the main seat of the main hall, and said "flat", but his voice was vain, and the eunuch next to him was busy repeating again,

"Flat—"

A slightly shrill voice resounded over the main hall.

The people stood up,

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Before he could say a word, someone stepped forward with a tray with a red-gold pill on it.

Gong Changjue's eyes fell on the pill, and he frowned slightly.

Emperor Yuan took the food and spoke again,

"The leader and messenger of the Yinghu tribe."

This time, Emperor Yuan's voice was much more angry.

The leader of the Huns entered the main hall, and the messenger behind him held the gift box.

The head of the Huns put his left hand on his right shoulder and spoke the official dialect of the Great Zhou with a slight accent,

"I, Dahu, came this time, and I am willing to make a good relationship with Da Zhou, communicate with each other, and no longer go to war, so as to ensure the peace of the people of the two countries."

The head of the Huns, Adan Shi, spoke very calmly, without hesitation or pause in his words, and even had a slight Chang'an accent, as if he had lived in Chang'an.

He looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with eyes as sharp as goshawks, and a broad forehead and back.

"Give me a pair of Dahu National Treasure Pearls today to show the meaning of friendship."

A palace man took the gift box from the messenger's hand.

Yuan Di Dao,

"Since the head of state is so sincere, I will have a sincere fellowship with sincerity, and within two years, the two countries will not charge tariffs, mutual benefit, and I am willing to get along with Qin and Jin."

Adan Shidao,

"Naturally."

"It's just that on top of this big banquet, why don't you see the Empress Dowager of Great Zhou attending?"

Adanshi's voice was deep and strong.

Everyone looked at the seat that should have been sat by Yan Hou, but now it was empty.

Everyone only thought that Adan Shi wanted to provoke a thorn, after all, the Xiongnu had to accept it because of the defeat.

Gong Changjue's eyes fell on Adan Shi, but he saw him looking at the vacant position, and the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated.

Emperor Yuan laughed loudly,

"The Queen Mother is ill, although she has the heart to come, but she can't help herself, this time she is neglecting the guests."

Adan Shidao,

"I see, I also ask the Emperor of the Great Zhou to convey his greetings on his behalf."

Yuan Di Dao,

"The head of state has a heart, and I am naturally as good as a stream."

Adan Shi bowed his head slightly and took a seat.

Yuan Di Dao,

"This one is the pearl of my palm, the dance is light, I have been practicing it for several years, I look at all the distinguished guests who come from afar and appreciate the face."

Adan Shi smiled,

"The Great Zhou Emperor has good intentions, but it is disrespectful."

With the words of the two, everyone already understands that this is to send the urn metaphor to kiss.

But according to the temperament of the urn metaphor, if he knew that His Majesty was going to send her and his relatives to let her dance, I am afraid that she would not want to die, it seems that this princess of the urn does not know His Majesty's plans.

Everyone had some expressions of watching the play on their faces.

The urn is extremely favored, so it is arrogant and unruly, and there are not a few noble daughters of the family who were bullied by her, and now Emperor Yuan pushed out the urn in order to appease the Huns.

Weng Yu knew, but he was afraid of going crazy, and many people were happy, waiting to see a good show.

The ceremonial officer standing at the door gestured outward.

A group of dancers dressed in colorful costumes stumbled in.

The crisp and bright sound of the chimes sounded, and as the music poured in, a woman in a red dress rose out of the crowd of dancers.

The urn Yu stepped on the main hall step by step, and the dancers beside her raised the colored satin on her. It's like a flower blooming.

The shawl in the hand of the urn is extremely long, red and white are handed, and when it turns around, it seems that red and white have met, and it seems that you can see the sun and the white line of the sky that erupts at sunrise.

For a while, there were many people who took it very seriously.

The music gradually got better, reaching a small climax, and the urn Yu turned around with his sleeves raised and saw Chu Ranyu sitting on the seat pouring himself a drink.

Wengyu's face changed, and she almost didn't stand firm, but the dancer next to her was busy supporting her and covering her gaffe, and her mistake was not obvious.

The urn is like a drum,

Didn't Chu Shizi never come to this kind of banquet?

In case he discovers her plan, the palace chief ......

No, even if Chu Shizi is here, today's palace chief is sure to die.

Thinking of this, Weng Yu showed a smile, still dancing to the music step by step.

She moved a little closer in the direction of Chu Ranxuan, and her dancing posture was displayed in front of him.

However, he didn't look at it, and still poured himself a drink, and the urn Yu deliberately got closer.

Mountains and rivers don't grow long

How about mountains and rivers that don't grow?