Yuan Yiyi has always been such a character. Instead of boasting to others, it's better to keep a low profile. I'm used to being in exile, and if I can't get out, I won't get out. Hiding in a corner where no one was looking, she felt more secure.

But her deal with Murong Yu was not like this. She needs to weave a big web. Wait for the fox to show its feet. Wait for one more person to trust themselves completely.

She wants to kill the enemy, and she can succeed in getting out of trouble. Then you can get out of the way. Be smart and careful at every step.

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The wine is more than half a tour, and the dishes are also eaten. Queen Wei suggested that it would be better to let the concubines have talented performances as a cheer.

After speaking, he threw his eyes at Concubine Zhuang. Concubine Zhuang immediately understood.

"Your Majesty, the queen's mother, and the concubines have been practicing a little song recently. Why don't you sing it to help the drink? Concubine Zhuang Yingying got up, blessed the first two people, and then said.

Murong Yuanshan was happy to see this: "Very good! Then it will bother Concubine Zhuang. ”

Concubine Zhuang hurriedly asked the maid next to her to fetch a small pipa. This lute is different from ordinary ones, and its appearance is much smaller and more exquisite. It's fresh to look at.

The queen leaned over the emperor's ear and whispered, "This is the musical instrument of Dawan in the Western Regions, called 'Yuri'. Concubine Zhuang recently found a Dawan woman to learn. ”

Murong Yuanshan nodded: "Concubine Zhuang is bothered. ”

Concubine Li peeked at the two and bit their ears, rolling her eyes disdainfully.

Concubine Zhuang shyly and timidly adjusted the strings and plucked them gently. The sound is crisp and tactful, and the timbre is a little brighter than that of the lute. A strong exotic atmosphere came to the face.

Concubine Zhuang cleared her throat and started singing.

"The ancient rivers and mountains are uncertain,

In the sound of the horn,

Horses come and go.

Who can speak of desolation?

The west wind blows the old red maple tree.

There have always been countless grievances?

Tie Ma Jingo,

Aotsuka Dusk Road.

How deep is the love?

The sunset in the mountains is shining in the deep autumn rain. ”

Concubine Zhuang sang the song of the military outside the Saiwai, but she sang it in a gentle voice, without the hardness of a soldier at all.

"Sing well, Wang Si, look at the appreciation." Murong Yuanshan is still martial, and the women in the palace also do what he likes.

However, Concubine Zhuang lacks heroism and is too feminine. I can't sing this rhyme.

Queen Wei is supporting Concubine Zhuang with one hand, and she is quite relieved to see that she is doing well. However, Concubine Li snorted coldly.

said nonchalantly: "Among us, only Sister Liu is a real general." How can there be such a charm. By the way, Sister Liu, why don't you have a while? ”

Liu Jieyu's identity was arranged as the concubine of Qingzhou Thorn History. Qingzhou was originally the land of Chu, and Qingzhou Thorn Shi was a local warlord who was awarded an official position by the imperial court. Although he held real power in the local area and had 50,000 soldiers, he was not a traditional nobleman. In this palace, Liu Jieyu is from a humble background.

In their eyes, she was just a rough girl from Chudi. I am willing to get along with her, but for the sake of her being favored.

"That's right, Yiyi, can you sing too? Songs on the battlefield? Murong Yuanshan has always had a heart for Liu Jieyu, and he asked her in a gentle voice, which made the other women on the side jealous.

Yuan Yiyi stood up and blessed her body with several thoughtful gifts. replied in a small voice: "Back to the emperor, the concubines can't sing." ”

Yuan Yiyi's submissive appearance made the queens breathe a sigh of relief.

"However, the concubine was not in good health when she was a child, so my father taught me a set of sword dances, which can be danced for the emperor."

"Really? So dance now? Murong Yuanshan said with a smile.

"The concubine obeys, the emperor."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone here were different.

Murong Yuanshan was naturally looking forward to it. The queen and Concubine Zhuang were angry. The other concubines were also a little envious. Only Concubine Li was like a bad breath.

The little palace maid in Yuan Yiyi's palace was overjoyed, thinking that her master was finally willing to please the saint. The promotion to the concubine position is just around the corner.

She hurriedly found a bamboo branch for Yuan Yiyi and handed it to her. Nodding at her, as if to say, "Come on!" ”

Yuan Yiyi took the bamboo branch and walked to the vacant place in the flower hall.

Yuan Yiyi was thin, but she only stood there and stood upright like a bamboo.

Then, without saying a word, he put on a sword stance.

After that, Yuan Yiyi danced. The thin bamboo makes a "whoosh" sound of breaking the wind. And Yuan Yiyi's posture is like a dragon out of the water, and her eyes are even more heroic, and she can be said to be like two people on weekdays.

Murong Yuanshan remembered the last time she played polo. I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth, and the light of memories surged in my heart. It's just that the figure in this light is known only to him in his own heart.

A sword dance moves in all directions. The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. Just like the nine sunsets, it is like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

Yuan Yiyi finished dancing, and beads of sweat were slightly soaked on her neck and forehead. A pink flush emanates from the delicate face.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wang Si, take a look! No, Liu Jieyu, I want to make you Liu Concubine! ”

Murong Yuanshan was overjoyed, and he had a feeling of being a treasure.

"Concubine Xie Emperor canonized." Yuan Yiyi hurriedly leaned over and bowed.

The beautiful clothes were spread out on the ground, like a flower, and Yuan Yiyi returned to her original appearance of being submissive and not assertive.

And Queen Wei, who saw all of this, held her delicate nail covers tightly and pinched them into the flesh.

After that, Murong Yuanshan still had something to do, so he left first. The banquet continues. The other concubines all came to congratulate Yuan Yiyi. But Yuan Yiyi knows that the sincerity in this is probably pitiful.

Queen Wei saw what she was eating, so she asked someone to serve a basin of water to clean her hands. Yuan Yiyi, who is now a concubine, is also like everyone else, putting her hand in the water containing fragrant leaves and petals.

Immediately afterwards, a group of palace maids came with fragrant tea. One by one, they were delivered to the masters.

A charming-looking palace maid carried a white porcelain teacup to Yuan Yiyi.

This white porcelain teacup has purple bunches of grapes, which are somewhat similar to those in Prince Yu's mansion. Yuan Yiyi suddenly panicked.

"Ahh

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"Ahh Slaves and maids should be damned! Slaves and maids should be damned! ”

I don't know if it's because Yuan Yiyi was in a daze just now, or if this slave was really careless. The cup of hot tea spilled on Yuan Yiyi's hand.

In an instant, the white and tender hands turned red.

Yuan Yiyi endured the pain and frowned deeply.

"Why are you so careless! Get out of the way! Master, master, are you alright! ”

The little palace maid in Qiwu Palace was distressed and angry in her eyes. I can't wait to beat the palace maid who spilled the tea.

The maid who had done the wrong thing trembled on the ground.

"I'm fine, you get up." Although Yuan Yiyi was in pain, she still said softly.

The body lying on the ground raised its head in disbelief, and its eyes were full of gratitude.

Just when she was about to thank her, Queen Wei's voice came coldly: "Useless things, drag them out and cut off your hands." ”