There is no denial or acknowledgment, and all that is said is very calm.

There is nothing wrong with listening to Wei Guifei's ears, but others hear that the sisterhood between Wen Qingwu and Xu Qiang is a gentleman's friendship, light as water but deeply rooted in the heart.

At least that's what Joan of Arc meant.

Wei Guifei listened to Wen Qingwu's words, although she was not smart, she was still very self-aware at some times.

For example, at this moment, she knew very well that she was determined to say that Wen Qingwu was a slippery head who relied on one mouth to walk all over the harem. But if you don't say it, maybe you will fall into the pit after telling her, after all, it is in front of the emperor.

Wei Guifei snorted coldly from her nose to show her disdain, but she didn't talk to Wen Qingwu anymore, she only turned around, "Your Majesty, wait for Xu Cairen to come back later, and let her sit next to the concubine." The concubine looked at her with a quiet temperament, but she was proud, and stayed by the side to talk. Concubine Wei turned around and discussed with Emperor Joan of Arc.

It seems that for her, the more Xu Qiang's name is mentioned, the more uncomfortable Wen Qingwu, the former "good sister", will be.

Wen Qingwu stood behind Emperor Joan of Arc with his head down, looking ahead without squinting, his face expressionless. It's as if I'm really unhappy about something.

But in fact, only she knows that she is eager for Concubine Wei to mention Xu Qiang in front of Emperor Joan of Arc. If she only has a bad face, then she can stretch her face a little longer.

As he spoke, the singing and dancing of the Laba feast began. There are songs and dances at the palace banquet this time, and today's cold day is no exception.

Pity those bare-chested and armless priests dancing happily in the ice and snow. This is a new batch of orchids, and the dancing is very good.

After eating, after a long time, I saw Xu Qiang coming over with a jar. The maid who followed behind her also held another jar in her hand.

She stepped forward and saluted Emperor Joan of Arc and Concubine Wei.

Wei Guifei now looks at how Xu Qiang looks at it.

Thinking of mentioning Xu Qiang's name every time, Wen Qingwu's face darkened, and now he can't wait to let Xu Qiang sit directly beside Emperor Zhende and serve.

She naturally doesn't have to serve the emperor in person, and the price is dropped.

She couldn't rest assured about other concubines. It's good not to drive away. If it was Xu Qiang, Wei Guifei would be happy.

Such an honest man who is easy to handle, who wouldn't want to.

"Brewed so soon?" Wei Guifei looked at the wine jar in Xu Qiang's hand and reached out to pick it up.

Xu Qiang obediently handed over the jar in her hand. Then he turned around and hugged the other jar in the maid's hand.

"This too?" Wei Guifei asked.

"No, it's the slave's own." Xu Qiang said softly, "The jar in Niangniang's hand is brewed for the emperor." Xu Qiang said, raised her head and glanced at Emperor Zhende quickly, and quickly lowered her head.

Full of shyness.

She spoke in a gentle voice, like a spring flowing through the mountains on a spring day, with the warmth of the sunshine unique to late spring. Comforting.

"Come here." Emperor Zhende simply raised his hand directly towards Xu Qiang.

Xu Qiang didn't move immediately, but looked up at Concubine Wei.

This alone made Wei Guifei very useful, and she felt that she had not seen the wrong person. His face was even more gentle, and he retreated directly to the side, "If the emperor asks you to pass, you will pass." As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced at the slave next to her.

The slave next to her immediately understood, walked over with a cushion, and put it at the feet of Emperor Joan of Arc.

Xu Qiang sat on the cushion and sat at the feet of Emperor Joan of Arc, frowning slightly.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at her condescendingly, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were not amazing, but it was the kind of grace and tranquility that made people look very comfortable.

Coupled with the plain dress, there is no colorful Zhu Hai on his head, and he is just a solid color on his body. The only color on the whole body is the lake-green silk on the head.

Blown by the winter wind, it floated up with the wind, and then swung on his lap.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at the silk silk on his body, raised his hand and twisted it, and said to Xu Qiang while playing, "Look up, show me." ”

Hearing this, Xu Qiang raised her head shyly. said that he looked up, but those eyes still didn't dare to look around. Only dare to pick up.

From this angle, the pale skin and the plum blossoms behind the tree complement each other.

The more you look at it, the better it looks.

It's like fine white jade, and freshly baked white porcelain. Blowing bombs can be broken.

Emperor Joan of Arc couldn't help but get started and touched Xu Qiang's skin with his fingertips.

The coldness of his cheeks came from his fingertips.

As soon as he touched it, the warmth of his fingertips spread to Xu Qiang's face. The demeanor that had finally stabilized instantly turned red.

Xu Qiang hurriedly lowered her head and shyly wanted to avoid it, but was stopped by Emperor Joan of Arc. He directly grabbed Xu Qiang's chin, leaned over slightly, and looked at her condescendingly.

For a long time, until Xu Qiang's body trembled slightly, and the hands in front of the hip pinched the veil.

Only then did Emperor Joan of Arc let go of his hand, "Not bad." He muttered, his voice with the richness of a man, and the masculinity instantly enveloped Xu Qiang, making her heart and liver tremble. Let go of Xu Qiang, Emperor Zhende returned to his sitting position.

Concubine Wei next to her quickly stepped forward and handed the jar in her hand to Emperor Joan of Arc, "Your Majesty, look at it, this is the wine that Xu Cairen personally brewed for the emperor." ”

As she spoke, she opened the sand seal of the jar. The aroma of wine suddenly wafted out, filling the tips of several people's noses.

All the masters at the Laba banquet had to make wine and plum blossom wine. Certainly not whiteblistered. The wine was prepared early in the morning.

Several different types and aromas of wine have long been placed in Merlin for people to choose from. to make plum wine.

Usually there is a random wine to come out next to it.

At this moment, the sealing sand was taken away, and the aroma of wine in it poured into the nose of Emperor Joan of Arc, he sniffed, and then reached out and took the wine jar in Wei Guifei's hand, leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed. Looking up at Xu Qiang, "How many wines did you use?" ”

Xu Qiang is still so well-behaved, she didn't feel proud because she was uploaded to her by the emperor, and she didn't show a little pride because of Concubine Wei's preference. Hearing this, he only replied in a warm voice, "Back to Your Majesty, the concubine used Cuitao and Qingzhu, mixed with Tianhu." ”

Cuitao, Qingzhu, and Tianhu are all different wine names.

Emperor Joan of Arc didn't ask why he mixed these three wines, that is, this kind of thought was rare for others.

He nodded, then handed it to his back. Wen Qingwu, who had been standing behind Emperor Joan of Arc, stepped forward to take the wine jar in his hand. After taking the sealed sand and putting it on, you have to step back. Just took a step back, and suddenly a foot stuck out from the side and tripped.

Wen Qingwu directly held unsteady in her hand, and then the entire wine jar smashed to the side along her crookedness, and shattered with a "snap".