Abolish the emperor into a concubine

Soon, it was Xiao Zhenye's birthday.

Two or three months before the Longevity Festival, all ministries of the imperial court began to prepare for it.

On the Longevity Day, civil and military officials wore boa robes to congratulate and celebrate their birthdays, and presented their long-prepared birthday gifts to the emperor.

Qianjinqiu, bright moon shields, glazed cups...all kinds of gold, silver and jade, calligraphy and painting antiques, Lingluo silk and satin, and even special products from all over the world...everything that one expects to find,

Dizzying.

The emperor and his ministers had fun together, talking and laughing, and it was very lively.

The music gradually started, and a giant lotus bud as tall as a person rose slowly in the center of the pool.

Everyone fell silent, looking at the huge flower bud in the center of the pool in surprise.

With the melodious music, the buds slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

Everyone present couldn't help breathing, and there was a man in red standing inside!

Dressed in red, she was more than capable of fire, and her beautiful face was peerless.

There was a seductive smile on her lips, and a charming and dangerous stream of light shone in her long and narrow eyes. Everything around her seemed to have lost its color, leaving only a touch of enchantment in those eyes.

Time seemed to stand still, so people's movements were stagnant, and they all stared at him intently, not even knowing when their mouths opened wide. "Bang!" The wine glass slipped from one person's hand and landed on the ground with a warning sound, and the liquid inside spilled all over the floor.

"Ding..." Qingyue's bell rang, and the man moved.

The lotus steps moved lightly, Ruyu's hands lingered tactfully, and the sleeves fluttered.

The white jade feet stepped on the cold stone platform, and the bells tied around the ankles rang along with the dance steps, which was very pleasant to hear.

The fiery red gauze outlines the graceful figure of the man, and the slender waist that cannot be grasped is faintly visible under the translucent fabric, arousing everyone's infinite reverie.

The music became more and more rapid, and the man danced faster and faster. The two silks and satins in his hands were sometimes as hard as stone, and sometimes as soft as water.

There is softness in the rigidity, rigidity in the softness, a combination of rigidity and softness, extremely charming, but without losing the heroic spirit of a man.

After the dance, all the people present were still immersed in the performance and did not recover for a long time.

They didn't react until the warning bell rang again, and then they saw the man in red stepping on the stone pillar hidden under the water and throwing himself into the emperor's arms.

"Is Your Majesty satisfied with this concubine's birthday gift?" The man in red put his arms around the emperor's neck, his eyes curled up, and he smiled charmingly.

The emperor's face was serious, his eyes were deep, and no emotion could be seen.

After a long time, he put his arms around Mu Zijin's slender waist and said, "I am very happy, my concubine is suffering."

In fact, he was not happy in his heart, on the contrary it was very unpleasant.

Looking at those greedy eyes glued to Mu Zijin's body, the nameless anger in his heart seemed to burst out of his chest, wishing to tear those people's eyes

At the same time as I was angry, there was an inexplicable irritability and panic in my heart, like a shadow shrouded in my heart, lingering.

He never did this before.

He is the son of God who stands at the end of the cloud and looks down on all living beings. He is a condescending and noble son. He will never condescend to please anyone, let alone call himself a "concubine"...

The emperor was flustered, as if something important had been completely lost and could never be found again...

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty..."

Mu Zijin yelled several times before Xiao Zhenye came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zijin hugged Xiao Zhenye's neck a little tighter, smiled lightly, the corners of her brows and eyes were gorgeous, "If Your Majesty likes it, how about the concubine often dance for His Majesty to see?"

Xiao Zhenye's expression froze, and he said slowly, "Okay..."

Other concubines also presented their carefully prepared birthday gifts one after another, and many of them performed dances, but because Mu Zijin's dance was so amazing that it was difficult for the subsequent dances to leave a deep impression on people.

The last concubine presented a calligraphy and painting, "Your Majesty, this is the Dragon Teng painting that this concubine specially requested from Mr. Chang Feng. I hereby dedicate it to Your Majesty. I wish you a long life and endless generations."

Immediately, the audience was shocked.

"Mr. Chang Feng? Is it the Mr. Chang Feng I know?"

"It must be that one, besides him, is there any Mr. Chang Feng in the whole world?"

"That's one of the four great masters in Lingfeng Mainland. He has a very high heart. He always only cares about the eyes when he paints. He never cares about the status of the other party. His paintings can be said to be hard to find. The Prime Minister has visited the door many times in person with generous gifts. Paintings, he avoided seeing them. He never thought that Meng Wu Niang Niang could invite Chang Fengxian

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Amidst the admiration of the crowd, several palace servants slowly unfolded the painting.

The moment they saw the content of the painting, the exclamation on the field was even louder, and everyone's eyes were amazed.

"This painting is only because it exists in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world..."

"This dragon is almost alive..."

"It's really worthy of Mr. Chang Feng's handwriting..."

"I didn't expect to see such a masterpiece in my lifetime..."

"Now the old man finally understands why so many rich people ask Mr. Chang Feng to draw..."

The entire painting is tens of meters long, and the long dragon outlined in ink and wash is magnificent, majestic and majestic, as if galloping in the clouds and waves.

Especially those eyes, the finishing touch, made the whole dragon look like it was alive.

It seems to rush out of the painting and soar into the sky.

Many civil servants who love calligraphy and painting look straight.

Even generals who don't know how to appreciate paintings are amazed by this picture of Dragon Teng.

Seeing the reactions of everyone present, the concubine was full of air in her heart, but it didn't show on her face.

She walked slowly to Xiao Zhenye's side, and said coquettishly, "In order to give His Majesty a gift, the eldest brother of my concubine served Mr. Chang Feng with tea and water for three full months before he was able to impress the old man and ask for his hand." of......"

After the concubine finished speaking, she looked at Xiao Zhenye carefully, there was no need to say the secret words in it.

Recalling the friendship between Mu Zijin and Mr. Chang Feng, Xiao Zhenye looked at the man in his arms, and found that he was staring at the painting in a daze, his eyes were not focused, his thoughts seemed to drift to the distant sky, and he didn't know Thinking about something.

Probably recalled the time when I was young and studied with Mr. Shi Changfeng.

Xiao Zhenye subconsciously embraced the person in his arms, and then looked at the concubine, "I love the concubine with her heart, I am very happy, reward a hundred taels of gold, seal..."

Eunuch Liu reminded in Xiao Zhenye's ear, "Master Wei Wenrui, the Minister of Taichang."

These concubines in the harem were all sent in by some important officials from the defeated country and the court. Xiao Zhenye didn't know any of them, and always relied on Eunuch Liu to remind them.

"Wei Wenrui, Taichang servant Shaoqing, was appointed as Zhongshu Ling, and the official title was third grade..."

The concubine thanked her with joy, "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

I don't know what came to mind, Xiao Zhenye had a look of nostalgia on his face, hearing the people around him still admiring the dragon picture, Xiao Zhenye said, "If you want to talk about painting, Zijin's achievements back then were not extraordinary. Mr. Feng is poor."

At that time, a picture of "Ten Thousand Miles of Borderlands" caused a sensation in the entire painting world at that time. The gentle brushwork, the majestic momentum, and the freehand style and mind revealed in the paintings made the whole painting natural, majestic and majestic. He left a strong and colorful stroke, and his achievements even surpassed that of Mr. Chang Feng at that time, becoming a rookie in the painting world.

It's just that after Mu Zijin, the monarch of the Mu Kingdom, was assassinated and died, he was ordered to become the new monarch of the Mu Kingdom. He seldom painted, and his achievements in the painting world were gradually forgotten by people.

Hearing what Xiao Zhenye said, only then did someone think of what happened to Mu Zijin back then. Everyone looked at Mu Zijin with some unknown meaning, either disdain or regret...

Mu Zijin naturally noticed those gazes, but didn't react. He put his arms around Xiao Zhenye's neck and let out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Chang Feng is one of the four masters in Lingfeng Mainland, and he is a famous painting saint, while the concubine is just a small harem concubine. The only thing she can do is to serve His Majesty. How can the concubine be compared with Mr. Chang Feng?" What? Your Majesty should stop making such jokes with his concubines..."

Xiao Zhenye felt very uncomfortable hearing Mu Zijin's words, his face darkened, "You know I'm not joking, you worshiped him as your teacher when you were young, and left behind many masterpieces of paintings, which were very famous back then."

Mu Zijin lowered her eyes and said with a light smile, "Forgot."

Listening to Mu Zijin's light "forget" and seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Zhenye's heart seemed to be pressed hard by a huge rock, heavy and stuffy, he was almost out of breath.

So the rest of the time was spent in Xiao Zhenye's boredom and restlessness.

"Your Majesty...ha..."

Under the numerous pear trees, the beauty in red was pressed on the stone table by the emperor, and a scene of upside down was being staged. "Your Majesty...no...your majesty..."

On the stone table padded with a dragon robe, the man's blue hair spread out, like a beautiful picture scroll in full bloom, his eyes were blurred, filled with water vapor, the tails of his eyes were red, and the small cinnabar mole at the corner of his eyes seemed to come alive, coquettish and charming , charming people's hearts.

Even though Xiao Zhenye watched it countless times, he still couldn't get enough of it, and every time he would fall into those twinkling phoenix eyes, completely sinking...

It's March, the season when the flowers bloom the most. When the breeze blows, the white petals fall down one after another, like pure white elves, exuding a burst of fragrance.

A pure white petal fell on the collarbone of the beauty in red, embellishing this beautiful picture even more perfectly.

The emperor crossed his fingers with the man's, lowered his head and picked up the petals at his collarbone with his mouth, and then kissed his lips...

The deep panting sounded again...

The fluttering petals fell down like a layer of snow on the ground under the tree. Mu Zijin's bewildered eyes moved slightly, and her sanity recovered slightly.He grabbed the emperor's shoulder, "Your Majesty...um...don't be here...into the palace..."

The emperor followed the beauty's line of sight, and it was the place where he buried the wooden box that night.

The emperor thought for a while, and said, "Okay", then wrapped Mu Zijin in a dragon robe, and carried him into the hall.

Knocking open the door, he gently threw the beauty in his arms on the bed, the curtain slowly fell, and another upside-down...