Sparrow dream dance

The next day, early in the morning.

Maid Yao'er stood respectfully beside Leng Lange with a gloomy expression, and carefully twisted her ink-like black hair into a phoenix bun. She tried her best to suppress her emotions, but her slightly trembling hands still betrayed the restlessness and peace in her heart. Confused.

She recalled the scenes she accidentally saw in the bathroom yesterday, the white man's robe scattered on the floor, the lady who scolded her for the first time, and her face full of tears and stains when she came out of the palace. Red lips with blood stains. . .All of them shocked Yao'er.

But she knows the rules, if she wants to protect herself in the palace, she must know how to speak and act carefully.

Therefore, if you know a lot of things, you have to pretend not to know, and when you see it, you have to pretend not to see it. It is precisely because of her sense of reason that Leng Lange chose her as her personal maid from among the many court ladies. .

However, when the rumored King Yanxiang appeared at the empress's birthday banquet, Yao'er couldn't help shaking her hand holding the jug, and spilled a few drops of fine wine on the table.

The white robe worn by King Xiang Murongyan pierced Yao'er's eyes.

It turned out that it was her!

Apparently, many ministers did not expect His Royal Highness King Xiang to return to Beijing at this time. As soon as she appeared, there was a slight commotion and chaotic whispers in the hall.

"King Xiang...it really is King Xiang..."

"How could she... come back tonight?"

"Isn't it... I don't know what the Holy One will think."

However, King Xiang Murongyan turned a deaf ear, just grabbed his clothes and stepped forward, lifted his robe respectfully and knelt down, clasped his fists and kowtowed, "My brother, I pay my respects to Your Majesty and the Empress."

However, Emperor Yan Jing didn't say a word, but looked gloomyly at King Xiang who was kneeling in the center of the hall.

Seeing the holy majesty's unkind expression, all the civil and military officials in the hall also fell silent, only the shadows of the lamps flickered slowly like ghosts, and the rest of the people dared not even vent their breath.

For a while, the hall was silent, and King Xiang had no choice but to bow his head and kneel in silence, never raising his head.

For a long time, Yao'er saw the Holy One glance sideways at the queen sitting next to him, and saw that she was still in a calm and dignified posture, her face remained unchanged, and there was no ripple in her eyes. There was a fine layer of cold sweat.

Emperor Yan Jing finally picked up the golden dragon wine glass made of glass slowly, and said lazily, "You like to come back on someone's birthday."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many ministers present changed.

Many people still haven't forgotten that the last time King Xiang returned to the capital, it happened to be the fiftieth birthday of Emperor Yan Zhao, the former emperor. It was also from that night that the Seventh Prince, who had always been neglected, became the most controversial Xiang in Dayan. His Royal Highness.

"What congratulatory gift did you prepare this time? What reward do you want?" Emperor Yan Jing stared at Murong Yan and smiled casually, "Maybe the emperor can't give it to you, but I can give it to you."

Hearing the Holy Majesty's words, Prime Minister Leng You couldn't help trembling all over, looking at Murongyan with icy eyes.

Back then, when the first emperor asked her what reward she wanted when she came back, she stared at her daughter and replied, "Let's forget it, what my son wants, I'm afraid the father can't afford it." '

Now that the old saying is brought up again, it seems that for so many years, he has always cared about it. . .

He clenched his official robe tightly, staring at Murong Yan, thinking, if she dared to say any treasonous words this time and implicated Ge'er, the old man would definitely teach her to die!

However, Murong Yanji immediately lowered her head even lower, almost touching the ground, making it difficult to see the expression on her face, and her voice was so hasty and humble, "Your brother is terrified. I am returning to the capital this time. I have something important to report to His Majesty. The matter is urgent, and my brother is only thinking about meeting the Holy Spirit as soon as possible, but I have not had time to prepare a birthday gift for the empress. It is extremely impolite, and I dare not ask for any reward. I hope your majesty and empress will forgive me It is a crime of disrespect."

Emperor Yan Jing took a sip of his wine, still did not let Murong Yan get up, and continued to ask, "Really? Tell me, what made you come back in such a hurry?"

Murong Yan pondered for a moment, before saying, "This matter is of great importance, and it is not a trivial matter. I hope that your Majesty Rong Chendi will tell you later."

Emperor Yan Jing wanted to speak again, but he heard a long sigh from the banquet.

Everyone followed the prestige, but they saw that Zhaoyi Huo Sheng, who had been favored recently, was shaking his head and sighing.

"My concubine, why are you sighing?" Emperor Yan Jing turned his face and looked at Huo Sheng who was sitting near him.

I saw that Huo Zhaoyi stood up unhurriedly, bowed to Emperor Yan Jing, and said in a coquettish tone, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, the concubine just saw this originally good queen's birthday banquet, and now I'm here. After His Royal Highness King Xiang appeared, he became as boring and disappointing as the interrogation in Dali Temple, I really feel sorry, so I sigh."

At this time, Leng Lange also said, "Your Majesty, today is the concubine's birthday, I beg you to put aside political affairs for now, concentrate on feasting, and have fun with all the ministers."

Emperor Yan Jing stretched out his hand to hold the catkin hidden in Leng Lange's sleeve, nodded and said, "Well, today is your birthday, so I will naturally listen to you."

Leng Lange lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She raised her eyes again, looked at Huo Sheng who was wearing a turquoise shirt, and said, "I have heard that my sister Sheng is good at singing and dancing, but I have never had the chance to meet each other. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to appreciate it tonight?"

"The empress is serious." Huo Sheng lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "Today is the empress's great joy. I have already prepared a dance to present, and I hope that your majesty and empress will accept it."

Emperor Yan Jing waved his hand to signal Murong Yan, who was still kneeling in the hall, to step aside, and turned to stare at Huo Sheng, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "I may not have seen the dancing posture of my concubine for a long time."

I saw Huo Shengji smiled, "Thank you for your love, but the concubine needs to borrow the sword from your majesty's waist."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yan, who was quietly retreating, suddenly stopped, raised her eyes to stare at Huo Sheng, and the corners of her lips trembled.

Above the hall, no one except the emperor is allowed to enter with weapons.Emperor Yan Jing frowned and asked inexplicably, "Why does my concubine use a sword?"

Huo Sheng said, "Your Majesty must be tired of watching some songs and dances. I heard that Your Majesty is a hero on horseback. I invite Rong Chenqie to present a sword dance for His Majesty to cheer you up!"

"Sword dance?" Emperor Yan Jing had never seen Huo Sheng dance a sword before, so he shook his head worriedly, "Swords have no eyes, don't try to be brave."

I only heard Huo Sheng persistently said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, my concubine plays a small dance, and I have my own sense of propriety. I hope that Your Majesty will give me a sword."

Emperor Yan Jing couldn't resist, so he had to unload the sword and hand it to her, and warned repeatedly, "You need to be extremely careful."

Huo Sheng took it with both hands, and smiled lightly, "The concubine takes orders."

After saying that, her eyes drifted towards Murong Yan in the distance, and with a 'chuss' sound, she drew her sword out of its sheath and jumped to the center of the hall.

In an instant, the silver light in the hall flashed rapidly, and Huo Sheng's figure dancing with a sword was as graceful as a fairy, retracting and releasing freely.

"The willows are in disorder, and they climb and fold in the spring. The leaves are dense and the birds are flying, and the wind is light, and the flowers fall late."

What she sang was still the song "Folding Willows" that she danced for Murong Yan in the secret room back then, her voice turned a thousand times, like snow turning into spring.

Everyone in the hall was intoxicated by it, and their eyes followed the startling blue shadow, but Murongyan closed her eyes, secretly clenched her fists, and cold sweat oozes from her back.

"The city is tall and short with short hair, Lin Kong's painted horns are sad."

She danced and sang, looked at Murong Yan, but saw that her eyes were closed, not looking at her, she couldn't help but let out a sad smile.

"There is no other meaning in the song, and it is for lovesickness."

She suddenly stopped her dancing steps and threw her sword into the sky.There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and even Emperor Yan Jing couldn't help standing up, worried that the extremely sharp sword would hurt her.

Murongyan opened her eyes suddenly, as if her eyes were about to burst into flames, a desperate roar burst out from her heart,

Do not! ! !

But this time, he couldn't save her.

Murong Yan almost gritted her teeth. This is probably the cruelest part of being controlled by people. She clearly has a heart full of resentment but has no intention of venting it. I couldn't take a step, and I felt as if my body and mind were going to explode, but I still couldn't do anything.

Just at this moment, Huo Sheng reached out to catch the sword, only to hear a long ding sound, the flying sword was sheathed, and it was exactly right!

She held up the sword and stood panting, the bow on her head had long since fallen, her black hair was loose and hanging down her shoulders, her fragrant sweat rolled down like pearls, she glanced at the shocked Murongyan from the corner of her eyes, and felt in her heart wry smile.

Now I can finally dance this song, but what's the use of it, I no longer have the naive lovesickness and anticipation at the beginning.

The people around seemed to be stupid, not daring to make a sound.

Until Yan Jingdi stood up, walked towards her quickly, clapped his hands and sighed, "Good dance! My concubine really doesn't give way to her husband, this dance is really earth-shattering!"

In an instant, the hall was filled with applause, and everyone had long forgotten the Holy Majesty's aggressive questioning of King Xiang Murongyan earlier, and they were all fascinated by this breathtaking sword dance.

Murong Yan seemed to be dumb, staring at the precariously fragile figure on the stage without moving.

"Your Majesty..." Huo Sheng bowed slightly to the emperor who was walking in front of him, his feet softened, and he fell into his arms weakly.

"My concubine, thank you for your hard work." Emperor Yan Jing lovingly wiped the sweat from her forehead with his dragon robe, raised his eyes and ordered, "Come here, prepare the chariot."

He directly picked her up and said softly, "I will send you back to the palace to rest."

When the concubines saw that Huo Sheng was able to receive such favor, they all cast envious eyes.

Especially the imperial concubine Shen Yu'er, her face was full of unwillingness, she bit her bright red lips tightly, her gaze seemed to want to swallow her alive.Thinking that her father is the Minister of the Ministry of War and the uncle of the Holy Majesty, she thought to herself, it would be fine if it was Leng Lange, but what is this damned foxy?

Huo Sheng said anxiously, "No, today is the banquet of the empress's birthday, how can His Majesty leave the banquet, and the concubines can go back to the palace by themselves..."

At this moment, Leng Lange spoke slowly, his voice indistinguishable from emotion, "Sister Sheng, don't force yourself, I am a bit tired seeing that it is getting late, why don't you let this banquet end, and please escort my sister back home. Palace." After speaking, she glanced slightly at Murong Yan who had been staring at Huo Sheng from a distance, then turned and left.

From Huo Sheng's first step forward to dancing with a sword, Leng Lange has already noticed that the person she looks at from time to time is always Murong Yan from afar.At this moment, she also understood in her heart that she definitely did not dance purely for her own celebration, but for the safety of that person.

So, she and her should be acquainted?

When did you meet again?

they. . .What's the relationship?

Staring at his blurred face in the Linghua mirror, Leng Lange's thoughts still lingered last night, until the maid Yao'er called out in his ear, 'Ma'am?Empress? '

Only then did Leng Lange withdraw her attention, her eyes slowly focused, she stared at the delicate face in the mirror, and sighed slightly.

Forget it, why should I care about her relationship with others now?

Seeing that Leng Lange finally came back to her senses, Yao'er waved to the two maids behind her who were holding heavy scrolls, and she whispered, "Mother, these are the albums of good sons who entered the palace this time, wait for them later After the physical examination, I will come to see the empress, and the empress will give her a number and a residence."

Leng Lange nodded, but suddenly thought of something, and said, "Show me the picture album of Liangzi sent by Qingzhou."

"Yes." Yao'er's eyes were slightly surprised. In the past, empresses and empresses would just glance at the painting scrolls at random, but they never thought that they would be very interested in it today.

Not long after, Gong'e presented two scrolls, which were slowly unfolded in front of Leng Lange.

I saw Leng Lange's eyes froze suddenly, staring blankly at the picture scroll on the right, his face full of horror.She suddenly stood up, grabbed the scroll, examined it carefully, and said in a trembling voice, "She... who is she?!"

Yao'er had never seen such a disturbed queen before, her legs softened in fright, and she knelt down and replied, "Mother, this good son is surnamed Su, named Li, from Qingping Village, Qingzhou."

"Su Li?" Leng Lange muttered the name, and then asked, "Where is she now?"

"Hui Niangniang, at this hour, these good sons should have already left for Chuxiu Palace to have their body checked."

Leng Lange clenched the scroll in his hand, his voice was already harsh.

"Send Chuxiu Palace, immediately."