The night is gradually falling, the palace is full of lights and joy, and the fireworks are in a pretentious posture, putting a bunch of fat powder on the few night sky. Above the nine skies, listening to the cheers of the laymen from eight thousand miles away, you laughed loudly, and killed another year's New Year's Day.

Jiang Wei sat in front of the bronze mirror, depicting her eyebrows, fluttering her cheeks, her red lips were red without dotting, and she was swaying a few strands of tassels with jasper steps in her fallen bun.

The palace man leaned over and said that the sedan chair had been prepared, Jiang Wei took a pair of glass bracelets and put them on her wrist, and after seeing that the makeup was all right, she got up and let Huanyi put on a black gold cloud embroidered robe and go out of the palace.

When she arrived at the lamplight, Jiang Yu just stepped into the hall and saw that Jiang Rou was looking at the person with a coquettish face, her lips were slightly hooked, and Huan Yi stepped forward to remove Jiang Yu but refused.

Walked straight to Wu Yu's side and saluted, knowing that the queen did not attend on the grounds of the recurrence of the old disease, thinking that she was angry with herself this morning, Jiang Yu Dansu fingered her clothes lightly, and the autumn water was foggy: "Your Majesty, the concubine is cold." ”

How could Wu Yu not understand her careful thoughts, and immediately let people move the stove closer, seeing that Jiang Yan's displeasure eased a little, and when he took off his clothes and sat in the seat next to him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Wu Yan and the others under the seat.

Jiang Rou glared fiercely at Jiang Yan, who was like a starry moon on the jade steps, and thought to herself that what she hated the most was her condescending posture! The person beside Bisheng has never looked away since Jiang Yu entered the hall.

She clenched her hands, her fingertips turned white, and repeatedly warned herself to endure this breath, Jiang Yan's good days were coming to an end.

Jiang Rou didn't believe it, after that person returned, how could Jiang Yu still treat everyone as grass mustard like now.

The people at the banquet looked at the actions of the imperial concubine and the meaning in their eyes was unknown, and the father-in-law came to report that Xin Concubine's talent was ready, and Wu Yu waved his hand and said.

Although Xin Concubine's mouth is tricky, she is also talented, the double book "Happy Migration Warbler" is as beautiful as a peach, Wu Yu rewarded the pair bracelet, and Xin Concubine smiled skillfully.

The concubines took turns to perform their talents, dancing and writing, fluttering cloud sleeves, and the warbler crying, leaving the three silent.

"Your Majesty ......" Jiang Yan glanced at her, and Ye Cairen stepped forward to raise her glass: "The concubine is not talented, only folk gadgets are prepared, I hope the emperor will not dislike it." ”

Wu Yu drank all the cups, those concubines were like this every year, they were already tired, but they also came with a little interest: "Say it." ”

Ye Cairen smiled gently: "The concubine thinks that everyone is full of poetry and books, and today is so festive, it is better for one person to come out with a sentence, and the next person will continue to follow the last word of the previous person, and so on." ”

After obtaining Wu Cheng's permission, Ye Cairen started the line first: "Floating life is like a dream, a hundred turns and turns, for the sake of joy." ”

"Why do you have to sacrifice empty, a song of lovesickness into the painting." Xiang Jieyu looked at Wu Cheng with a smile on her cheeks.

After Xiang Jieyu was Li Kongchan, I saw her think for a moment: "The person in the painting is still the same, just Fanghua, a snap of a finger." ”

After going on like this, there was no sound when he arrived at Wu Yan, Jiang Rou gently pushed him under the table, Wu Yan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Chen Bucai, this word can't be continued, only a poem can be written." ”

"It's okay, poetry is fine." Wu Yan's voice suddenly turned long.

"Leaving people with a dance of neon clothes, looking at me from afar every day is melancholy, I still remember the beauty looking back and smiling, and the gentleman caressing the fan and thinking alone."

Wu Yan's voice fell, the room was silent, half a sound, Wu Yan clapped his hands, and his eyes were gloomy: "Good poetry." ”

Jiang Yan's body was cold and cold, her eyes were shining and her hair was down, and she was full of haze in her eyes, but she looked up directly at Wu Yu's eyes, Wu Yan reached out to hold her soft wattle, her eyes were like water, and she said in a deep voice: "Can the concubine compose a poem?" ”

Feeling that her grip was a little tighter, and the full strength was an inextricable coolness, as if she wanted to break all her thoughts, Jiang Wei's eyebrows and eyes were stained with softness, and nodded.

"Lethe River for many years, bury a few nightmares," Jiang Yu's apricot pupils flowed, Feng Wei drank the bottle of wine, the pepper syrup slightly swirled a few turns white, and the cheeks flew up to the glow, like a rippling lake, "The flowers bloom on the other side, and the love cannot be perfected." ”

The last four words were heavy, and the people at the banquet had different expressions, and there were many calculations hidden in their eyebrows—they repeated the words, tones, and voices of the three of them in their hearts, trying to figure out the meaning of the strings.

Jiang Wei's eyebrow bones hung high, and the old bones and blood crowned her with beautiful jade, and flew across half of the Yao Pond.

"Good! Love the concubine is so talented! Wu Yan smiled, and the corners of his eyes also showed a happy and comfortable smile, and he glanced at Wu Yan.

Wu Yan tweezed his face, the words were in his throat, and he pressed into a Dao wound, crossed the lower toes of the upper skull, and split off half of his soul.

He knew that the woman whose eyes were full of stars did not look forward to the snow in Huaibei, and now for ten years, the snow in Huaibei melts and falls year after year, but the snow in her heart cannot melt.

He can't stay, he can't stay.

It's just that he has an obsession and draws the ground as a prison.

Jiang Yuyu was lazy and lazy, porcelain ears were beautiful, and she bit the sound: "The emperor has won an award." ”

Xiang Jieyu bit her lower lip and looked at the three of them, no one could speak in this situation at the moment.

The cold wind entered the hall, the candlelight swayed with it, and the surroundings were made clear from the hazy points, Jiang Yan frowned slightly, Wu Yanning Jiang Yan On Jiang Yan's face, Shi Shiran's voice was slow: "I heard that the imperial concubine Niangniang was poisoned a month ago, I don't know if my body is better now?" ”

"Lord Xie cares," Jiang Yu's eyes flickered with a smile, but people knew that she was hiding ridicule, "This palace is much better now." ”

"That's fine." Wu Yan's eyes contained a difficult look, and he looked at Wu Yan even more.

The Ninety-Five Emperor and the prince who has made great achievements in today's war are now looking at each other for a long time at the banquet, everyone doesn't know what's going on, only Jiang Yu and Jiang Rou know it, the former indifferently raised his glass and drank it all, while the latter hated and bowed his head silently.

"The banquet is over," Wu Yu finally retracted his gaze and looked at the public, and his voice sounded, "Let's disperse"

Everyone got up and saluted, and Wu Yu smiled lightly at Jiang Yu in front of everyone: "I will go back to the palace with you." ”

Jiang Yuluan's eyes narrowed slightly thoughtfully, and directly held Wu Yu's bright yellow sleeve, Wu Cheng laughed heartily, took her hand, and walked down step by side, worshipping everyone.

Xin Concubine held on to Jinpa, and when the two of them went away, they returned to their palace angrily, and Li Kongcian seemed to be none of his business, Jiang Xiangru stood quietly and grabbed Ye Cairen who wanted to leave: "Talent...... Today is quite a showman. ”

"Jiang Meiren has an overreputation, less than one ten-thousandth of a beauty." Quietly put aside Jiang Xiangru's hand, the meaning was fully revealed, and Ye Cairen said, "The concubine will go back to the palace first." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

In the end, only Jiang Xiangru stood on the hall alone, hiding in the darkness of his eyes through the shadow cast by the hanging flower curtain, looking at the ninety-five seat and the chair on the side that was not a phoenix but even more phoenix, silent.

The dark clouds covered the sky, dark like a small beast unled, climbing over whose heart, devouring the surroundings, and drawing out the envy from within? It turned out that the darkness was not only devouring the butterfly wings and plump feathers, but also the eternal moonlight, which was crushed and even trampled on.

What do you want?

I really want Jiang Yan's bright bones to hang high, and take in the stars and moon.

She thought.