Tianli Kingdom is located on the edge of the desert, the land area is not large, but it guards the water source and important passes of the northern desert, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this time, in the quaint and exquisite Tianli Palace, there was a lively scene.

Although the layout in the main hall is extremely gorgeous, the monarch Nan Zhenxuan is pale and haggard, like a remnant leaf, lying alone on the throne, looking at the banquet of the Manchu Dynasty and the military of the Manchu Dynasty.

Nan Zhenxuan, the monarch of Tianli Kingdom, has been sick for many days, and he is bedridden in the cold winter. And the national teacher devoured it, but he came up with a way to rush to the joy and put on a banquet above the court.

The emperor's time is short, and the national teacher is alone, and the queen's concubine watched Nan Zhenxuan sick and helpless on the throne, and couldn't help but secretly leave tears.

The cry of the whimpering woman in the main hall sounded like intermittent rain in the Qingming season in the cool night, tactful and sad. The scene around the printed lights is even more sad.

Nan Zhenxuan knew that time was running out, so he supported his body hard and coughed intermittently: "Queen, why are you crying?" I guess I know I'm going to die soon. ”

Hahaha...... Li Yu walked forward with a big smile, "The monarch is too worried, the national teacher prays for the monarch, and the monarch's illness will be cured soon." ”

He held up a bowl of spirits: "Monarch, please drink this blessing wine." ”

Ahem...... Nan Zhenxuan coughed, his body trembled like a residual leaf, and it took a long time to stop: "I've been sick for a long time, where can I still drink?" ”

Li Yan looked at Nan Zhenxuan coldly, "Monarch, this is Chongxi wine, if you don't drink it, how can you get better?" ”

He smiled, slowly pinched Nan Zhenxuan's chin, and in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs, that glass of wine was forcibly poured into the monarch's mouth!

The hall was silent, and there was occasional angry light in the eyes of the courtiers, but they dared not speak angrily.

"National teacher. Is the party about to start? A loud voice interrupted the long silence.

A young man in blue, with fair skin, is smoother and more delicate than his daughter's house, his facial features are beautiful and beautiful, and his peach blossom eyes are shining and charming.

He beckoned, and the dancers rushed in, and as soon as the piano sounded, the hall was filled with singing and dancing.

Li Yan looked at the man in blue and frowned, with a vicious glint in his eyes.

The beauty only danced for a moment, only to hear a bang, and stood up, the wine glass in her hand splitting apart. His eyes swept across the hall like a knife. fell on the man in blue: "This dance is too boring, the monarch is drowsy!" ”

The dancers looked at each other, with a twinkle of fear in their eyes, and secretly turned their heads and glanced at the luthier.

The luthier smiled slightly, and did not agree, but pressed his finger on the string and plucked it gently.

I don't know if it's an illusion, and Li Yan felt that the moment the first song sounded, all the burning candles in the hall suddenly flourished slightly, jumping upward, as if they wanted to dance.

For a while, everyone was amazed, and they all looked at the man stroking the piano in front of them - the candlelight went out to reflect his face, and the pianist with his eyes slightly closed was ordinary, not handsome, and his slender hand pressed on the piano, plucking the strings inadvertently. The sound of the strings became more and more urgent, and with the music of the pianist, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the candle flame suddenly jumped again.

The dancing girl suddenly turned around with the sound of the piano—and the group of robes she was carrying in her hands suddenly spread out, and they were as gorgeous as blooming roses.

"Good!" There was a cheer in the main hall, and even Nan Zhenxuan stood up and looked at His Highness's mediocre-looking man.

The man got up, saluted lightly, and withdrew with the dancers.

Li Yan clapped his hands, and a group of nearly 100 beautiful and dressed in transparent and light clothes danced into the hall like birds, singing and dancing.

For a time, above the main hall, the prosperous era was drunk and golden.