Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 94

The more Zhao Xiwei looked at it, the more anxious he became. He was thinking about how to deal with it. Suddenly, a clear violin sounded, resounding throughout the hall!
Only this sound, as high and powerful as a tiger's roaring dragon, suppressed all the chaotic and noisy sounds.

It's Wei Zhanmei.

Her burning brows were covered with a layer of cold and murderous aura, her fingers were slender and powerful, fiddling back and forth on the strings, like a Jianghu knight wielding her long sword.

The sound of the qin was like broken ice cracking jade, and it was like flying snow all over the sky, wrapped in fire trees and silver flowers, pouring over the sky and covering the earth.

Broken ice is cold and lonely, cracked jade is full of pride, flying snow is gentle and free and easy, fire tree silver flower is bustling and noisy.Thousands of worlds are constantly changing in the sound of this violin, and they have gathered into a wonderful song, which reverberates in the hall.

Everyone was fascinated, and as soon as the queen mother waved, the other musicians also began to accompany.

In an instant, the bells and drums were photographed, and the flutes and flutes were singing together, and the atmosphere made people feel like they were in a fairyland.

Even Zhao Xiwei was fascinated by it.

She really has nothing to do with music theory. Although her grandfather was Tai Changqing, her mother kept it a secret and never taught her any knowledge about musical instruments.

But after listening to Wei Zhanmei's tune, I still have to express my sincere admiration: What a wonderful piano skill!

The queen mother smiled and looked at the third lady: "Tell me, is this song good?"

Zhao Xiwei came back to his senses, and the strange feeling in his heart became more serious.

How did she feel that the queen mother seemed to be chasing after the third lady to ask questions about Qinyi?
Even if he likes listening to the piano again, his status as an empress is not worth communicating with a woman in the house again and again - because the third lady's status is not high, and the third master of the Zhao family is not high in official position.

Such a common identity is really nothing worthy of the Queen Mother's attention.

The third lady seemed to be a little absent-minded. The old lady gently touched her elbow before she answered cautiously, "I feel pretty good about myself, but I can't say exactly what it is."

The queen mother looked at Wei Zhanmei: "The person who listened didn't understand it, that's why you didn't play it well."

The third lady hurriedly said: "The queen mother forgives her sins, her concubine is stupid, so she can't understand the sound of the piano, and it has nothing to do with Lady Zhanmei!"

This eager look made Zhao Xiwei's brows jump.

The empress dowager also caught the emotions of the third lady, and said with a smile: "What are you anxious about, Aijia didn't say that she would be punished for her sins."

The third lady's face turned pale, and her eyelids drooped.

No matter how slow the people on the field were, they also tasted that the queen mother was targeting the third lady, intentionally or unintentionally.

But thinking that the same happened to Zhao Xiwei before, it was no surprise.

Who told the queen mother to look at Zhao Ziyi not pleasing to the eye?

Naturally, it is necessary to pinch the female family members of the Zhao family.

For a time, all the concubines showed meaningful smiles.

The female family members of the aristocratic family under the table all showed a look of panic.

The queen mother can do this to the Zhao family, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will be the next to be pinched.

Therefore, everyone had no intention to listen to the piano sound again, and only tightened their nerves and paid attention to the expression on the Queen Mother's face, for fear that they would accidentally touch the mold.

Wei Zhanmei was very peaceful. Her ten fingers were like jade, and she quickly jumped on the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano flowed from her fingers like flowing water. Everything in this hall has nothing to do with her.

Concubine Ming smiled and said, "It is said that people who can understand the sound of the piano must have experienced ups and downs. The third lady is just an ordinary female family member in the house, and it is normal to not understand the sound of the piano."

The empress dowager nodded and smiled, and said something in her words: "Ming Concubine's words are reasonable. The third lady is obsessed with husband and child, how do you know that life is impermanent and things are unpredictable."

Zhao Xiwei sat in the seat and clearly saw the obvious trembling of the third lady on the opposite side. If the old lady's hand had not been on her arm, she would have fainted.

Zhao Xiwei sighed inwardly, and vaguely felt that the third lady must be hiding something from herself.

But what is there to hide?
Is Linglong the daughter of Liu's mother?It seems that there is no need to hide this kind of thing. In such a big prime minister's mansion, no one will care about the relationship between a servant and a wife.

So what is it that makes the third lady so nervous?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something strange about it.

In my heart, I secretly made up my mind that when I returned to the house, I must have a good chat with the third lady.

She raised her eyes and swept lightly on the opposite seat, but unintentionally met a resentful gaze.

It was Zhao Chengyu.

Zhao Xiwei is very familiar with such a look, because Zhao Chengyu has always looked at himself with such eyes.

Only this time was different, she was looking at the third lady.

She noticed that Zhao Xiwei was looking at herself, and instead of restraining her eyes, she glared at Zhao Xiwei.

With three points of provocation, three points of pride, three points of contempt, and one point of coolness.

The fog in Zhao Xiwei's heart became even thicker.

Why does Zhao Chengyu have such an expression?

Since being slapped three times last time, Zhao Chengyu has calmed down a lot.

What was it that gave Zhao Chengyu such an inexplicable fighting spirit again?

A whisper came from behind, interrupting Zhao Xiwei's thoughts.

It was Cui Yurong and Qiao Yunqian sitting in the back.

The voice was very low, but Zhao Xiwei could hear it clearly.

"Is it the first time for He Manzhi to enter the palace for a banquet? No one gave any instructions. Look at her, she doesn't even dare to eat vegetables while sitting there."

"Yeah, it's really pitiful, Mrs. He doesn't understand these etiquettes, it's really strange, don't you know how to study, this will make the queen mother unhappy, and it will be passed to the East Palace tomorrow, but the one lost by His Royal Highness Prince Face."

"Yeah, her father is also a matter of Donggong Zhan..."

Zhao Xiwei looked sideways at He Manzhi's position.

She was wearing an autumn fragrant green skirt today. The texture and fabric were better than the last time we met, but the style was not new, and the jewelry on her head was also very ordinary.

But it's better that she looks good, even with such a dragging dress, it doesn't affect her beautiful and charming temperament in the slightest.

Then he turned to look at the ladies of the noble family on the left and right, and saw that they were also staring at He Manzhi, or contempt, or pity, or mocked, in short, they all expressed their dissatisfaction: everyone entered the palace together, and you were the only one dressed so shabby, Haven't we lost our people?

Zhao Xiwei felt a little complicated.

For a while, I was grateful to the old lady. Although this grandmother was not very fond of her, she did not treat herself too badly. On such occasions, she was willing to spend money on her outfits.

As a concubine He Manzhi, Mrs. He is a vulgar woman with no ink on her chest. How could she be so thoughtful about her?

However, the reason why these women were so angry was probably not just because He Manzhi was too shabby.

More likely, it is because of rumors that He Manzhi may enter the East Palace.

Zhao Xiwei thought of the prince's eyes again.

It is said that accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, and the Prince of the East Palace is also a tiger.

As an unfavored concubine, if He Manzhi really entered the East Palace and waited for her, I am afraid it would not be a good fate.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Zhao Xiwei retracted his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)