The Queen Mother looked at Ye Zhiwei below indifferently, and her tone was slow and arrogant, "Present it." ”

Ye Zhiwei took out the book "Eighteen Vegetarian Things" from her arms, but she deliberately made a brocade red moire pattern cover outside and packed the book in it.

The waiter came over with a tray, and Ye Zhiwei put the book on it.

The chamberlain turned around and came to the Queen Mother and bowed his head.

The Queen Mother took off the brocade red sleeve a little, swept the contents of her eyes, and a subtle soft light flashed under her eyes.

"It's hard for you to think about it." The Queen Mother covered the book with the cover again, nodded and called the henchmen around her, and asked her to take the book down.

The emperor and the empress sat on the side and didn't see anything in the brocade sleeve at all, and wanted to ask, but saw that the queen mother directly accepted the things.

"Fortunately, the Queen Mother likes it, this is the blessing of the concubine." Ye Zhiwei said obediently.

Although the Queen Mother didn't say anything more, her gaze at Ye Zhiwei was softer than just now, and she was extremely satisfied with this congratulatory gift.

King Nan frowned, his face full of confusion.

This feeling that everything was out of his control made him extremely unhappy.

The Queen Mother casually asked King Nan a few words, and at this time, an attendant came in and said: "The banquet has been prepared, please invite the Queen Mother, the emperor, and the queen to the table." ”

The birthday banquet was placed in the main hall, and in front of each person was a delicate low table, on which were placed five white jade porcelain plates, which contained dishes.

The banquet in the palace is actually not as rich as the banquet in the ordinary restaurant outside, and when the dishes are brought here from the imperial dining room, those hot dishes have already been cold.

Most of the male guests only drink alcohol, while the female guests have special sweet wine or sherbet on this side.

Everyone toasted to the Queen Mother, and all the princes and princesses also presented birthday gifts to the Queen Mother one by one.

The King and Princess returned to their respective positions after congratulating the Queen Mother on her birthday, and when they sat down, the King's eyes swept from the banquet and fell on Ye Zhiwei.

He hadn't seen her in a long time since she got married.

In his impression, she was still the immature appearance of a child, and she had never grown up in his memory.

But when his eyes fell on Princess Nan's side, she who was sitting there was no longer the small and thin appearance she used to be.

She sat there quietly, as soft as water, her dark eyes flickering, like a fine jade, deep and bright, and he felt that she had seen him, too, but she turned her head slowly, and even the expression on her face did not change in the slightest.

Just as the King withdrew his gaze, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze cast from his side.

The king turned his head, but saw the prince of the south sitting diagonally opposite him, with a heroic posture, wearing the official uniform of a military attache unicorn, showing an unruly momentum.

The King raised his glass and saluted the wind and twilight.

Feng Duhan held the cup expressionlessly, and shook it slightly, which can be regarded as a return gift.

The Queen Mother only sat for a moment before getting up and leaving the table.

Everyone knew that she was old, so even the emperor had no intention of keeping her, but stood up together to send her off.

After the queen mother left, the atmosphere in the banquet was slightly warmer, after three rounds of wine, there were also singing and dancing on the field, and even the queen accompanied the emperor to drink a few more glasses, and her face showed a rare ruddyness.

Ye Zhiwei secretly wondered in her heart: It's really hard for her to laugh in front of so many people, her son is now imprisoned, and even the position of the prince is not guaranteed, but she can still make a generous attitude of the mother of the country in front of everyone, which shows that her heart is not flesh at all.

As long as she thought that Ye Huai'an might still be in her hands at this moment, her heart felt as if she was burned by fire, and the pain and her fingers shrank up.

Feng Duhan's eyes looked over from afar, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Ye Zhiwei took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, there were many people in the palace, and she must not show the slightest clue.

Seeing that she had regained her composure, Twilight nodded to her slightly.

The small actions between the two of them all fell into the eyes of the British king.

This was an inconsequential trivial matter, but because his attention had always been on Ye Zhiwei, he saw the scene just now.

He didn't know why Ye Zhiwei showed a cold smile just now, and then his face suddenly lost blood.

On the other side, Twilight Chill just cast a look, and soon she calmed down.

He didn't know anything behind it, but one thing he knew was all too clear.

That is, she must believe in Shizi, and she also has a heart for him, otherwise she would not show a tender smile.

Once upon a time, she smiled like that to herself.

The rapid heartbeat in his chest made him feel difficult to breathe, and he forced himself to relax slowly, picked up the wine cup again, and toasted frequently to the wind and twilight.

Ye Zhiwei noticed the changes in the men's seat and couldn't help frowning.

The crown prince was imprisoned, and the third prince led the army south, so the person most closely related to Feng Duhan at the banquet was the king of England.

She noticed that after the king became married, the whole person seemed to become decadent, and the luxurious brocade robe was embroidered with light dark cloud lines, which was far from his previous elegance and grace, and he was more restrained at this time, like a dusty jewel, declining and sad.

Maybe others will believe what they see before their eyes, but she won't.

In the previous life, she knew how eager the King of England was to get rid of the crown prince and seize the supreme position at the top.

So, the only thing she could think of was that he was hiding it.

Since his assassination last time, he has been keeping a low profile, deliberately making such a disheartened appearance in front of the emperor, so as long as he sees him, the emperor can't help but think of everything the prince did behind his back and in secret.

Ye Zhiwei saw that the wind was cold and drank five more cups with the king of England, and she couldn't sit still.

In the days after getting married, she finally managed to adjust his diet, and even the madness seemed to have been alleviated a lot, even if he didn't return from the barracks all night, there was no accident.

She didn't want him to hurt his stomach anymore, and it was a very troublesome thing to coax him to eat every day.

Feng Dusk Han Feng squinted, not knowing what others were saying, feeling her probing gaze, he raised the sword eyebrows on one side.

Ye Zhiwei pursed her lips and shook the wine cup in her hand twice, intending to remind him not to drink more.

The corners of Feng Duhan's lips raised up in a beautiful arc, and he put the wine cup in his hand back on the table.

Looking at Ye Zhiwei's eyebrows and eyes on the women's table, and her satisfied and delicate appearance, his mood that was disturbed by the King of England just now instantly improved.

The King of England wanted to persuade him to drink a few more cups, but at this moment, he suddenly heard someone sigh: "What a fairy! ”

Twilight and the King looked up, and saw a woman in a red tulle dress with a veil over her face in the middle of a group of dancing women.

The posture is like a crane, the posture is soft, the long sleeves are like clouds, and the waterfall dances with it, really like a goddess descending to earth.