Wen Qingwu stood up with a trembling body and sighed, as if his weak body would fall down in the next moment.

It's okay, he doesn't want to be better by himself, and he can't let him be too proud, he can add a little blockage.

And he really can't leave yet, Qin Zhi will have to come up and give a later. If she leaves, who will arrange it later?

The general stood up, and was about to weaken his feet, when he saw a small waiter next to him hurriedly come over: "Talent and slow!" ”

Wen Qingwu stabilized the root of the leg that was about to fall soft, and looked at the little waiter. The little chamberlain stood in Li Jianzhi's ear and muttered in a low voice. After listening to this, Li Jianzhi nodded towards the little chamberlain. Turning his head to look at Wen Qingwu, the usual smile appeared on his originally embarrassed face: "Talented, everyone will say again, if the talent can sit in this body, then continue to watch singing and dancing." If you can't sit, just go back, and you don't have to tell everyone anymore. ”

"Everyone is also thinking about talents and people." After speaking, Li Jianzhi added.

Wen Qingwu understood it, and he didn't break it, and Liuji helped him to bow deeply to Li Jianzhi, and said loudly: "Thank you for the emperor's concern, the concubine is fine." The tired father-in-law told the emperor that he should not worry about it. ”

The sound was not small, nor loud, but it was loud enough for the people at the surrounding tables to hear it clearly.

Wen Cairen was injured like this, and the emperor really cared. also deliberately photographed Gonggong Li to come to care. There was a scale in the hearts of the people around, and the little talent who lived in the East Garden changed the position again.

Li Jianzhi has been in the Zhou Palace for decades, and he has become a fine husband, so he doesn't know what Wen Qingwu's actions mean. only secretly said "human spirit" in his heart, and then smiled and prepared to retreat: "If the talent is fine, the old slave will go to restore everyone's life." ”

Wen Qingwu lowered his body, and Li Jianzhi retreated.

Sitting back in his seat, Wen Qingwu glanced at Emperor Joan of Arc who was sitting on his hands. I was wondering if I was a child to come to the rescue, but I didn't know what I thought, so I turned my eyes and looked at Li Ke, who was sitting not far from Emperor Joan of Arc.

Coincidentally, Li Ke at this time also looked at Wen Qingwu. The two looked at each other, and first Li Ke smiled gently at Wen Qingwu. Wen Qingwu understood, and also smiled back at Li Ke, and then the two of them looked at the dancing girl in the hall with understanding.

But the heart is slightly warm.

Although King Wu is the person she has the heart to befriend, it is not for any friendship when she makes friends, but just the choice she makes after weighing it. To put it bluntly, without him Li Ke, she would have chosen another person as an ally to make friends at that time.

I never thought that after a few exchanges, there would be friendship. also secretly protects her, which is heartwarming.

After a few more songs and dances, the hall fell silent.

After a long time of not seeing the dancers, the people in the palace were a little strange, and Emperor Zhende also looked at Concubine Mei Shu suspiciously. Concubine Mei looked at Yang Zhaoyi reproachfully: "Sister, why don't you see the song and dance in this song?" ”

The singing and dancing at the banquet was in charge of Yang Zhaoyi.

When the words fell, I saw Yang Zhaoyi and said: "This next one is specially arranged by the concubine, and it is different from other songs and dances, it is a flute song." After that, Yang Zhaoyi clapped her hands, and saw a man wearing only a shirt walk in outside, with a beautiful face and a long body.

Wearing only a pair of huge wind pants, tied with a vermilion belt, the bare upper body is depicted with the pattern of the jade rabbit pounding medicine, and the back is depicted with the pattern of the moon and the moon.

In addition, this man himself is extremely handsome, there are not many muscles on his body, and his face has the feminine color of a woman. There are many aristocratic women who are good at this, and they all secretly smack their lips when they see this.

"This is too often a happy person, Qin Zhi." Yang Zhaoyi looked at Emperor Zhende, but there was not much respect on his face, and said: "Today, I specially dedicate the autumn moon of the Han Palace for Your Majesty." ”

I heard that it was too often happy, but Emperor Joan of Arc didn't say anything. They are all rootless people, and they are not afraid of breaking the rules. After watching the song and dance for a day, he said that he wanted to listen to the sound of the flute, and he was also happy: "Then let's start." ”

Yang Zhaoyi didn't let go immediately, and said, "The concubine has a reluctant request." ”

"You say." Regarding Yang Zhaoyi's attitude, Emperor Joan of Arc didn't seem to care at all. Unusually tolerant and kind.

"The sound of this flute is lonely, if you blow the feeling of autumn, it is inevitable that it will be lonely, and the concubines are brave, please Wen Cairen should respond to the sound of the piano and cheer up the beautiful scenery of today's good day." Yang Zhaoyi said without squinting.

Wen Qingwu's piano skills are well-known in the palace. There are not many people in the palace who have heard of it, let alone the princes and generals of foreign dynasties. Hearing Yang Zhaoyi's proposal, he was secretly happy. But because it's all about the harem, it's hard to interject and say anything in favor.

Emperor Zhende listened to Yang Zhaoyi's words, but he was a little displeased. It was only with great difficulty that he pressed down the urge to drive people out directly, and now he wanted her to play the piano in front of him?

Then all his good moods will be ruined today. Emperor Zhende looked at Yang Zhaoyi, no matter how lenient he was, he also wrote dissatisfaction on his face at this moment.

But Yang Zhaoyi was not afraid at all, and looked at Emperor Zhende indifferently, quite a bit if Emperor Zhende didn't directly say no, he would definitely let Wen Qingwu go up.

Emperor Zhende was well aware of his boredom Wen Qingwu, and when he heard Yang Zhaoyi's proposal at this moment, he was not only surprised. When his mind was turning, he paid attention to the attitude of Emperor Joan of Arc.

Emperor Joan of Arc has never been a person who will go against her wishes to coax the palace concubine, she thinks that this time is also ordinary. will directly refuse, and even reprimand Yang Zhaoyi.

Wen Qingwu had thought about it, if Emperor Zhende reprimanded, what would he do in order to successfully help Qin Zhi complete the autumn moon of the Han Palace.

To her surprise, not only did Emperor Zhende not reprimand Yang Zhaoyi, but after a moment of silence, he actually obeyed: "That's it, it's all up to you." ”

"Yes." Yang Zhaoyi was not happy to be obedient to Emperor Joan of Arc, and saluted in a proper manner, then turned to look at Wen Qingwu in the main hall: "Can a talented person play the autumn moon of the Han Palace?" ”

No, it doesn't.

Wen Qingwu got up and saluted Yang Zhaoyi: "There will be a little." ”

"If you want to say a little bit, that's very good." Yang Zhaoyi said, clapping her hands to the side. Suddenly, the light in the hall went out, and in the next moment, a large white cloth three zhang high and five zhang wide was raised at the door of the huge hall.

In the darkness, there was a light behind the white cloth, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark hall.

Wen Qingwu walked to the piano that was brought up, and sat down upright. Because she was hidden in the darkness, no one noticed her at this time.

The fingertips touch the strings, and the prelude flows slowly.

In the upper left corner of the white cloth, a round of golden moon gradually emerged, and a white rabbit jumped out of the bright moon. Then, in the sound of the piano, the sound of the flute rose together.

The sound of the flute is like crying, mixed with the tactful sound of the piano, which is particularly intoxicating.

Wen Qingwu never felt that in this world, except for himself, there was no one who could use musical instruments anymore.