The arrogant daughter of the prince of rebirth can read minds

Chapter 102 The Bewitching Silver Bell
Of course, the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet is only allowed to participate in officials of the third rank and above.

The same goes for concubines.

Yun Fu'an and Yun Fushang accompanied A Weng to go in first, and my aunt didn't like to participate in this kind of banquet, so only Yun Xin and Yun Ke usually participated.

When Yun Ke saw his beautiful and impossibly beautiful daughter, hope flashed in his eyes, but he seemed to think of something again, stood there, pursed his lips into a straight line, did not say a word, just waited for the carriage to arrive, got on carriage.

Yun Rui patted Yun Fu'an's hand: "Get in the carriage."

Today's banquet is in Huiyuan Hall.

Emperor Yuan of the Yuan Dynasty had already taken his seat, and many concubines sat next to him.

Yun Fu'an raised his eyes to look at Concubine Ruan, her forced smile today made Yun Fu'an smile.

Look, I just talked to her like this last time, and now it has broken her psychological defense?
Because of his joy, as soon as Yunfuan sat down, he picked two grapes and ate them.

Today's grapes are very sweet, presumably Concubine Ying's child is almost three months old.

Taishi She took She Yingying and sat opposite Yun Fu'an.

The luthier from last time seemed to have a lot of intersections with She Yingying, but he had no reason to ask.

"Grand Master She sent a qin master today, and I heard that he plays the qin very well." Emperor Yuan was in the upper position, and his expression was not clear.

There is no emotion in the voice.

Yun Fu'an took a good rest, today she was wearing loose men's clothes, although she was a bit abrupt in front of many noble ladies, it only aroused their envious words and sour eyes.

After all, which adult would allow a woman to dress like this?

Because of the looseness, Yun Fu'an's sitting posture looks like a man's, and the exposed collarbone is even more fascinating.

Yun Fu'an raised his Ruifeng eyes and knocked over, just in time to meet Su Yue'an's eyes.

Su Yuean raised his glass from a distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, today's Yunfu'an is very handsome.

How could Yunfu'an lose his manners?

The small wine glass was played with by her long white fingers, and then she raised her neck and drank it down.

She didn't care at all if it spilled a little and seeped into her clothes.

Su Yuean lowered her eyes.

Yunfu'an can always grasp all her preferences.

Concubine Ruan was pregnant and given a title, which can be regarded as a little favor.

Concubine Ying still likes to have fun: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the ladies of the aristocratic family show some talents, and let the courtiers and concubines have a look at the current autumn scenery?"

But the singing and dancing were not interesting enough, and neither was the luthier. Emperor Yuan waved his hand:
"Yes, I don't know which lady is willing to participate in the first scene?"

Empress Yuan said softly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, listen to my concubine first. I have heard that this young lady of the Lu family is extremely talented. Why don't you let this Miss Lu be the first?"

Lu Qinglian hurried out to salute.

It's just that in the past six months, she has completely lost the character of those children.

His Majesty looked at Lu Qinglian fixedly: "Lu Aiqing really gave birth to a good daughter, would you like to help everyone?"

Lu Qinglian knelt down and saluted: "My daughter is willing."

Yun Fu'an only knew that Lu Qinglian could compose poems, and when they met last time, she knew that she had some opinions on Qin.

Take a look today, don't you have some other talents?

Not long after, several young ladies invited themselves to attend, and they all got permission to perform their talents, and went to the side hall to wait.

Yun Fu'an really did not expect Lu Qinglian's talent.

It turned out to be a solo dance.

She was wearing a red dress, spinning and jumping with the ups and downs of the piano sound, falling on the ground like a blossoming red lotus.

Yunfu'an was a little lazy at first, watching the clothes flapping in the hall, almost made her eyes explode.

So beautiful.

Yunfu'an thought.

From nowhere, someone rang the silver bell, and the ringing sounded in his ears, which made Yun Fu'an feel a little dazed.

After a while, the dance is over.

Yun Fu'an stood in the middle of the hall.

Why is this?

Yun Fu'an quickly knelt down: "The courtiers are disrespectful in front of the hall. I just saw Miss Lu's dance, and I have a feeling in my heart. I want to write a poem for her."

Damn.

Just now she was just a little distracted, and this kind of thing happened in a daze.

At this moment, I have no choice but to use poetry to cover up my helplessness.

Emperor Yuan raised his eyebrows in the seat of honor. Although he didn't quite understand what Yun Fu'an wanted to do, he heard that she was very good at composing poems. As an emperor, he also appreciated poems and songs: "Allowed."

"The court lady will show her shame." Yun Fu'an stood up, recalling Lu Qinglian's dancing appearance just now in his mind, and said:

"The dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is full of emerald green tins. The whole hall is full of light, and the seats are beautiful and beautiful."

Chanjuan corresponds to the bright moon, and today is the full moon and Mid-Autumn Festival. The red sleeves are also very suitable for the occasion. The people who are doing it are very surprised when they hear it.

This woman is indeed very different from the rumors.

"Your Majesty, this poem is too frivolous. I have another poem for Miss Lu." Yun Fu'an pondered for a moment and said:
"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

So wonderful.

When you see clouds, you think of her clothes, when you see flowers, you think of her beautiful face.

The spring breeze blows the railings, the dew is moist, and the flowers are more colorful. If it is not for the heavenly fairy seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, it is so beautiful.

It is the goddess under the moon seen in front of the Tiangong Yaotai.

Those present who are young have not read countless books, they are either the second place in the rankings, or the number one scholar, or Jinshi if they are not.

Who didn't read two poetry books when they were young?

Even so, he was overwhelmed by the poem.

In the past, many people doubted whether Yun Fu'an wrote the song "Chant Chrysanthemum" or not, but looking at it now, the reputation is well-deserved.

With such talent, there are only a handful of people in the entire Yuan Kingdom.

"Good, good!" Emperor Yuan looked very happy, "This granddaughter of Yun Aiqing is very good, very good!"

Lu Qinglian also heard Yun Fu'an reciting poems, her eyes were bright and tight.

Yun Fu'an bowed and stepped back, just about to go back to his desk.

But she didn't expect a maid to bump into her head-on with boiling soup.

Fortunately, Yun Fu'an reacted quickly, and immediately turned around to protect his face.

Most of the soup was poured on Yun Fu'an's back.

The hot Yun Fuan shivered.

It's okay, it's okay, she's wearing men's clothes today, and she's wearing more layers, otherwise, she might burn her skin to pieces.

When such a thing happened in the hall, Yun Rui immediately reported to His Majesty, there was no time to manage the offending maid.

Yun Fu'an grinned his teeth from being burned, and went directly to the side hall.

In order to deal with this kind of thing, the palace banquet will also order the imperial physician to be on duty.

Duhuo waited on Yun Fu An Kuan and took off his outer clothes, revealing his beautiful back.

Diagnose the doctor.

The doctor girl is a woman, after looking at it for a while, it seems that there is no serious problem, it is only the tenderness of the girl's skin that makes her look scary.

After prescribing internal and external medicines, he left.

Yun Fu'an's entire back was hot, and half of his clothes were lying on the bed, like a very beautiful painting.

(End of this chapter)