Back to the feast, the Qing Li beside him was gone, and then looked, it was not her who was dancing in the hall at this time, but who was she, she was wearing a red gauze dress, barefoot, neck, wrists, and ankles were tied with golden bells, the music had stopped, and the whole hall only heard the rhythmic sound of bells.

Everyone looked at her, she was like a spirit who had been left behind in the world, laughing and dancing freely in the mountains and forests, so pure, so beautiful, I had to admit that if I were a man, I would have fallen for him.

I don't know when it stopped, but everyone present was silent until she quit, and people continued to drink and talk as if they had suddenly woken up.

Then I heard the admiration of many people: "Princess Zhaowen is not only born like a fairy, but her dancing posture is even the best in the world!"

I looked at Mama, and she looked as usual. Qingli returned to her seat, and I saw Mama looking at her with a look of approval in her eyes.

Yes, people can resist or remain silent about ugliness, but in the face of true beauty, any prejudices and antagonisms can be temporarily succumbed, leaving only cowardice and long-term sinking.

But the next moment, she whispered in my ear: "Princess Jiahe, don't you know that today is your canonization ceremony?" Why don't you dance? Her tone was so haughty.

The elf who had just fallen into the world had become a devil, and I suddenly felt that she was disgusting.

"Li'er, sit down next to my father," my father waved at her, looking doting.

I could understand why she hated me so much, because I was just as jealous when I looked at my father's loving eyes towards her.

"Father, my sister Fangcai's dance is so good, Luan'er can't help but want to play a song!" Everyone looked at me expectantly, "What instrument do you play?" Zixuan next to me couldn't help but ask me curiously.

"I'll blow the basket," I replied earnestly, and my father's eyes dimmed, and the queen took a sip from the cup on the table, while Qing Li looked at me with a slight smile.

I regret my impulsiveness a little, but how can I take it back when the words have been spoken, my father said: "The last time I listened to the repertoire was when I was in the army fifteen years ago....... Qingluan, what kind of repertoire do you have?" "Guan Shanyue," I replied.

The concubine taught me, and "Guan Shanyue" is the concubine's favorite song.

"Your Majesty, this song 'Guan Shanyue' Weichen will also have some, I don't know if I can play it with the princess," I looked behind me, and not far away, there was a young man in silver armor kneeling with his fists clenched and bowing his head slightly.

Although this voice was much calmer, I could hear that it was the person who had just rescued me from the rockery, and I couldn't help but be curious about him.

"That's even better!" The Emperor happily agreed.

I stepped out of my seat and stood across from the man, who had a seven-stringed guqin in front of him, and I played the prelude first, and then his voice came up.

I didn't expect our rhythm to be so harmonious, the noisy hall slowly quieted down, only the music flowed slowly, slowly infiltrating everyone like flowing water, and I couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

The sound of the basket was sad and desolate, and I seemed to see the longing eyes of soldiers looking south, and the towering mountains blocked the way home, and they wept and missed their parents, wives and children in their hometown.

The sound of the piano grew faster and more intense, like the sound of countless gravels rolling down into the water on a high mountain. The soldiers returned to the battlefield in their uniforms, their blood burned with the sound of their horns, and they rushed into the enemy's camp in desperation.

Every piece of flesh and skin was torn, every drop of blood was splashed out, countless people fell and countless people came up to fill it, he lay in a pool of blood, and suddenly saw the wild goose array returning to the south, and his soul returned to his hometown with it.......

I was still immersed in the music, and it was the first time I really understood the mood of this piece.

I looked at the people in the room, all of whom were wiping away tears, and then at the person who was playing with me, who was also looking at me.

I was infinitely at peace in my heart, and I led him as a confidant, no, I should say Master, it was he who presented the indescribable things in my heart to me very clearly, so that I could truly experience myself.

There were tears in his father's eyes, and he said to everyone emotionally: "This reminds me of the days when I was the crown prince and followed General Zhenyuan to the north to fight. ”

"Qingluan, come to my side," my father called me, and I stepped forward and sat down next to his left, and he looked at Qingli and then at me, and smiled with satisfaction.

Then I saw a woman in purple coming forward, all of them were coquettish, especially the one who was the leader, walking like a willow, with a face like a peach blossom, and Zi Ye at the bottom whispered to Zi Chu: "This is the first dancing girl in Los Angeles, Lengyue Girl, her dancing posture is really unparalleled in the world!" ”

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Zi Ye is so calculating Zi Chu behind his back, but he is still pretending to be so close on the surface, it is really terrifying!

The woman's body is soft and her dancing posture is indeed superior, but I don't like the pretending to be enchanting and seductive, and in my opinion it is not as good as the dance of Qingli.

Just when people were having a good time, the dancing girl suddenly had a cold light in her eyes, and I was shocked, not good!

A sharp silver light flew from her hand, I didn't have time to think about it, I rushed to my father, closed my eyes tightly, maybe I would die in the next moment!

Then a commotion was heard: "Catch the assassins, catch the assassins!" The sound of screams, sword draws, and toppling of the table was mixed together.

I slowly opened my eyes, but when I opened my eyes, I saw a scene that was even more uncomfortable than letting me die: my father, who I was desperately protecting, was holding Qingli tightly.

Yes, how can the love of the Son of Heaven be given to only one person!

I stood up suddenly, he looked at me, his eyes were full of guilt, but one hand was still patting her back, for fear that she would be frightened, "Qingluan......." He called my name, and the other hand reached out to me as if to pull me into his arms.

But it was too late, and I took a step back, and the back of my mind went blank, and I didn't know how to get back to my seat.

The Assassin has been taken down by everyone, "Who sent you to assassinate me?" The father asked Maihime, his voice was very calm, and he didn't seem to be affected just now, Maihime didn't say a word, "Then let's go down first."

The assassin was escorted down, and the feast was dispersed, but I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I still remember the appearance of the emperor protecting Qing Li in his arms. In the past ten years, Qingli has also been protected by him like this, enjoying his father's love!

But I'm an orphan again.

Out of the main hall, a little chilly, the red heart gently put on a robe for me, and Mama didn't say a word, just followed me closely. "Go back first, I want to go alone," I said to them.

"Princess, let the old slave accompany you!" Only then did Mama speak,

"No, go back," I said weakly,

"But ......" Mama is unrelenting,

"Presumptuous, don't you listen to what this princess says?" It was the first time I had been angry with them, but I regretted it so much that I softened my voice and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back myself." ”

"Then princess beware," admonished Heart.

Then they had no choice but to go back.

I walked quietly, thinking of the concubine in the cold palace, and I didn't know how she was now, and then I thought of my uncle, maybe I should go and see him. A breeze blew, and I tightened my robe.

"Princess, if you want to go, go faster, or just sit down, it's very difficult for me to be a stalker," someone called out to me from behind.