When the words landed, the hall was in an uproar, Xu didn't expect that Ji Xiaolan would actually stand up and speak like this.

After all, according to the general statement, talents in performing arts programs will be called the ninth rate, as long as there is a little status and status of people are ashamed, except for the four arts and six books mentioned in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is a gentleman's must-have, official women rarely learn other musical instruments, let alone dance and gadgets.

But Ji Xiaolan came out of nowhere today, although the performance is also piano skills, but it is still very rare for her to recommend herself in this way, and it is easy for people to be regarded as self-proclaimed and inferior if she says it inappropriately.

It just so happened that Ji Xiaolan applied for the performance, and she used such a shallow excuse, which is easy to cause people to think about, especially when so many outsiders are present. If Murong Lin ordered his concubines to perform, it could be said that he was a corporal of Lixian, but Ji Xiaolan did not have this qualification, so he rushed forward.

"Concubine Yun, I'm just a little tired from being busy during the day, you don't have to care, if the singing and dancing are not good, just change the show."

Murong Lin coughed, covered up the whispers of the people below, talked to each other, and then raised the wine glass and said casually, by the way, covering up the strange expression on his face.

Ji Xiaolan felt bored, so she had to sit down obediently, and Mo Hua just took this opportunity to come out and ask for a performance. "In order to conform to the world's view of the royal family, the musicians in Your Majesty's palace naturally dare not innovate at will, so as not to stain the holy ear."

"Wechen these days, for today's state banquet, but someone has arranged a fresh tune, if Your Majesty agrees, can we ask Wechen to invite the piano master to come up?"

"In this way, you really have a heart, and it is not easy to prepare for such a long time, so call it up and take a look, and save that person a trip in vain."

With Mo Hua's words, it can be regarded as easing the atmosphere in this hall a lot, Murong Lin supported his forehead with one hand, and thought that if he left so early, it would indeed not have a good impact, so he agreed.

In the side hall, the old mothers pulled Feng Xiaoyue to the shelf where the guzheng was placed next to them, carefully checked all the things that needed to be performed on stage for a while, and then gave one more instruct.

"Your Majesty will inevitably ask your name in a while, can you remember not to raise your eyes, first kneel down to the one in the yellow robe in the center of the main hall, and then ask the ministers on both sides to ask Your Majesty's peace first, and then ask the ministers before you are allowed to speak, claiming that you are only allowed to use slaves and maids, but do you remember them all?"

Looking out from the corner gate of the side hall, a group of women in embroidered white dresses were performing on the main hall, dancing around a leader in a water-red shirt. Feng Xiaoyue didn't pay much attention to what her old mother said, after all, they had already said it dozens of times when she was in the house, so her heart was mainly focused on finding clothes that could be replaced.

"Oh, it's almost us, you can get ready," The music outside had reached its climax, and one of the old mothers was holding her handkerchief and was happy and worried, and suddenly her eyes glanced at Feng Xiaoyue, who was looking around with her back to her, and immediately frowned.

"I'm talking to you, do you remember?" The old mother frowned and said unhappily, and directly stepped forward to turn Feng Xiaoyue around, but suddenly found that she had been cut out of her skirt.

"Oh my God, what's going on? How did you break such a big hole? The old mother was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, and hurriedly pulled another person to pull Feng Xiaoyue's skirt and didn't let go, her face was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

"I don't know." Feng Xiaoyue lowered her eyes and spread her hands very innocently.

"This kind of gauze skirt is the easiest to keep the look, usually a piece of cloth made by people is directly used to make it, it is not easy to be cut again, now you are about to go on stage, even if you can make up for it in time, it will be discovered."

The old mothers were anxious, and there were thousands of clusters of anger in their hearts towards Shangfeng Xiaoyue, and it was useless to attack at this moment. "How is that good? If the lord finds out that we are not doing well, we will definitely be punished heavily. ”

These two people who look at themselves are not young and have gone through the world, but they are still so nervous at the moment, and they don't know what kind of terrible appearance Mo Hua looks like in their minds.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoyue came over when the two old men were spinning around like headless flies, and gently tugged on their sleeves, "Don't worry, two old mothers, I have a suggestion, maybe I can make up for it." ”

"Guqin and guzheng are originally the same sect, the most particular thing when playing is a mood, my water-red dress is too inconsistent with them, not to mention that my song is not a cheerful tune, and it makes people feel even more abrupt when matched,"

"Although the color of the clothes is very conspicuous, but this kind of performance is also easy to be criticized, the life I need to take care of is the emperor, and I must be more particular about these things, so it's good that this skirt is broken, we might as well find another one instead."

"What you said is lightweight, this is a bone eye, where can I find you a skirt that can go on stage." Mom and Mom also felt that it made sense when they heard her words, but at this time, the situation was urgent, and it was really difficult for them to calm down.

Feng Xiaoyue smiled lightly, and then pointed casually, there were all kinds of colorful dresses on the hangers over there, most of them were white, these were originally substitute clothes prepared by the people in the palace for the dancing girls, just for fear that if someone didn't wear it well enough, they would be able to take over.

"Mother, don't worry, aren't there a lot of ready-made ones here, I look at those white ones very well."

The old mother looked in the direction of her finger, and then subconsciously looked out of the door, becoming more and more embarrassed, "Can this work?" After all, this is the clothes in the palace, can you guarantee that you will wear them properly? ”

"Does it fit? It's better to modify it a little than to make another outfit on the spot. Feng Xiaoyue didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so she put on a dress and hid behind the screen to change it herself.

However, Feng Xiaoyue has always been served, and this dress is not very easy to wear, so the old mother has no choice but to follow her to help her tidy up.

"Then you can remember, if something really goes wrong, you have to say that it is your own decision in front of the adults, and it has nothing to do with the two of us."

"It's nature." Feng Xiaoyue nodded in agreement, and then out of the corner of her eye, she saw that there was still a long veil on the hanger, so she simply took it over.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

In the main hall, Mo Hua heard that Murong Lin had already agreed, he couldn't help but smile lightly and bowed, and then clapped his hands, he had already arranged the people in the dark place, so he went to the side hall to call people.

Murong Lin didn't have much curiosity about the performance arranged by Mo Hua, his eyes were slanted, and he couldn't lift his spirits, but he didn't want to accidentally see the woman in white who had just walked to the door, and suddenly felt as if a gust of wind was blowing, blowing his face cold.

The door of the big store was hidden, and just when Feng Xiaoyue appeared in everyone's sight, a breeze blew out, blowing out all the candles in the hall, and the light in the hall suddenly softened, and the magnificent hall was not so dazzling.

Mo Hua also looked in the direction of everyone's sight, and suddenly saw the white dress on Feng Xiaoyue's body, almost didn't recognize who it was, and she had to rely on the mountain song guzheng she was holding in her hand to come back to her senses.

Feng Xiaoyue's face was covered with a thin veil, due to the distance from her, many people in the hall couldn't see her face clearly, but Murong Lin had a special sense of familiarity.

Holding a very elegant, but old-fashioned guzheng in her hand, she slowly walked to the center of the main hall, and then a few little eunuchs helped move a stool and a small long table in front of her.

Because Feng Xiaoyue's temperament was extremely cold, she sat quietly in the main hall like this, and even made the noisy people around her involuntarily quiet.

All the impatience and drowsiness of Murong Lin just now also disappeared at this moment, and he sat up straight to watch the performance, and his obvious change made Ji Xiaolan completely in her eyes, so that Feng Xiaoyue didn't do anything, and she already had a deep grudge.

Ji Xiaolan took a deep breath, not angry in her heart, but helpless, she had to glare at Mo Hua hatefully. Mo Hua glared at him angrily, without the slightest crampedness and generously looked away, but he just didn't see anything.

Just now, he deliberately asked her to help him speak, who would have thought that she would only care about herself, then there was no need for him to think about taking care of her face.

However, the people on both sides of them were dog-eat-dog arguing, but Feng Xiaoyue, who was in front of the table, didn't notice it at all, she closed her eyes, gently hooked the strings, and then played the first sound, and then whispered.

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, and the king does not know ......"

This is a widely circulated passage in the Book of Poetry, and there is nothing special about it, but Murong Lin is more and more sure from Feng Xiaoyue's voice that his feeling just now is not wrong.

Feng Xiaoyue is playing energetically, perhaps because her song is adapted from an ancient song heard in modern times, so everyone present feels refreshing to listen to.

And she raised her eyes slightly, wanting to quietly see the reaction of the scene, but she didn't want to inadvertently feel a gaze from above, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaoyue remembered that she didn't dare to raise her eyes, on the one hand, it was also for her performance not to make mistakes, but a strange feeling gradually surged in her heart, as if the emperor above was really as affectionate as others said.