Crown Jewels
Chapter 128 1 Throwing Gold
Chapter 128
Among the people present, Song Yan saw quite a few adults around the fifth grade in the palace banquet that day.
They were wearing casual clothes at the moment, and their colleagues were sitting next to them, seeming to be immersed in the sound of the piano.
Then the sound of the flute turned slightly, and the sound quality became a flowing piano sound.
But without the delicate feeling of the small bridge and flowing water just now, the sound of the piano gradually became more atmospheric.
At the same time, a sword flower flying fiercely and vigorously rang in my ears.
The moment the voice sounded, Song, Fu and Yang Wu, who was drinking wine, were almost at the same time, their eyes were slightly bright!
They tacitly looked at the man who appeared in the hall. The man in the moon white robe was tall and well-proportioned. The soft sword he held in his hand danced vigorously, and the sword radiated like a dragon and snake.
The sword in his hand is like a finger, even if it looks like an expert like Song Yan, he can't help but shoot the case.
This sword technique alone makes people excited!
And the most decisive thing is that the soft sword in this person's hand on the stage matches the music of the luthier, blending with each other and turning rigidity into softness. Even in a place like Pingkangfang, it will not make people feel awkward.
Gu Baozhu's eyes lit up, the folding fan in his hand almost fell, he just stared blankly at Luo Yi on the stage, with some surprise in his eyes.
There is no other reason, Luo Yi, the heroic swordsman on stage, is a woman disguised as a man!
If Sangsang hadn't told herself this point, Gu Baozhu wouldn't have believed it.
During the interval between sword dances, when everyone admired him, they did not forget to applaud him vigorously, and even many officials held silver tickets to add to the fun.
Amidst the crowd's excited tipping voices, Song Yan heard a familiar tone.
He subconsciously glanced around, and saw Gu Baozhu who was holding a folding fan on the deck in front of him excitedly got up at this moment, closed the folding fan and took out a bank note of Zhang Qianliang from his cuff.
It just so happened that Luo Yi on this stage twisted his waist slightly, and pressed down neatly with all his strength.
Gu Baozhu in Song Yan's eyes applauded repeatedly.
Even... without blinking, he rewarded the sword-wielding man with the money in his hand! !
Song Yan gritted his teeth angrily.
The top card of Pingkang Fang really made an extraordinary appearance, instantly making the atmosphere lively.
During the intermission, another flower girl was replaced on stage. Wu Nong spoke softly, as if she was trained by a skinny horse from Yangzhou.
Gu Baozhu's interest decreased a little compared to just now, and she tidied up her waist purse.
Just now when she was in the right mood, she used a thousand taels of silver bills, but she felt it was worth it.
Aunt Zuo Pingkangfang has been handed over to him, and he can be regarded as his young master, making the scene warm for tonight.
After leisure time, Gu Baozhu glanced at the people in the hall without any trace, and saw many familiar adults sitting around and chatting.
After careful observation, Gu Baozhu's eyelids suddenly twitched.
I saw not far away, the rigid and sophisticated servant of the Ministry of Rites in his impression was sitting on a flower girl's lap at the moment.
Gu Baozhu's gaze retracted as if scalded with oil, and he leaned stiffly on the back of the chair behind him.
In the final analysis, how delicate and delicate the flower girls in Nanqu Pingkang Fang are, that is only for those who are beyond their reach.
And the adults present are obviously not among them!
After all... they still treat the women here as pretty vases.
At the fan bone, the hands that clenched and pressed out the fingertips finally relaxed slowly.
When Gu Baozhu glanced across the living room, he was no longer as eye-catching and resistant as before.
All the unknowns are hidden in the details of human interaction.
Xu was the skinny girl on the field, her singing voice was at its climax at the moment, and there was even a melodious sound of fireworks in the market and Liu Lane, just adding to the fun of those pious people on the field.
Originally, the official lord was a little tense, but your son also took off his mask at this moment, as if it was a good atmosphere for spending a full moon night.
Someone is pinching the soft flesh on the buttocks of the flower girl beside her;
Some people drink wine by mouth;
Someone even pulled the woman beside her and hurriedly walked towards the box.
On the other hand, Song Yan looked at Gu Baozhu's boldness in spending a lot of money for the men on stage, and his teeth itch with hatred.
Song Yan was about to get up to look for someone, but who would have imagined that Fu Sinian couldn't help but praise his good brother just as he got off the sword dance.
"The sword-wielding young man is really strong—"
"It's no wonder that so many people like to watch him dance swords. Luo Yi, a young student in the hall, really deserves to be their top card—"
As he said that, Fu Sinian looked at Song Yan, but suddenly found that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.
His good brother's face was inexplicably dark at the moment, and he looked at the man on the stage with a bit of scrutiny.
Song Yan heard it in his ears, and a cold snort suddenly overflowed from his nasal cavity.
Under Fu Sinian's gaze, he sat down and leaned against the back of the chair again, with his eyelids drooping, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, there was the sound of fingers tapping on the table, and Song Yan suddenly thought of it.
It seems that when the former Shu was not destroyed, although the status of women was not as good as it is now, there were still many rumors of princesses and princesses raising faces.
Moreover, it seems that... a certain number one scholar almost fell for that princess.
Although there are not many such rumors in Yan Country today.
But... most of them were suppressed and buried very safely.
That is to say, the empress of the dynasty ascended to the throne as a woman, and her harem was empty all the year round, and she never had any heirs.
But if you really say that there is no one in the palace, I am afraid that few people will believe it!
So it seems...
Song Yan's pupils shrank suddenly. As the princess of Nanping, if Gu Baozhu was rewarded with a piece of land in the future, after the relocation of the princess's mansion, what would she want when her own territory was dominant? Face to face, no one can stop it!
Holding the herbal tea on the table, he poured it down his throat, and Song Yan suddenly felt a little stuck.
Depending on the situation, it is better to let her go to Turkic to get married like in a dream, and snatch her back by herself.
But... Song Yan's complexion changed again.
If Gu Baozhu knew that the person in the coffin was really her father, Gu Ye!
Then if the scene in the dream reappears again, it is naturally impossible for Nanping Princess to wrong herself to go to Turkic for the sake of the false Prince Gong in Prince Gong's mansion.
Thinking of this incident, Song Yan suddenly felt that he was not so blocked anymore.
At least, it won't be like the... absurd and miserable situation in the dream.
When he came back to his senses, everyone sighed regretfully in Song Yan's ears, and even Fu Sinian, who was originally excited, lost the interest just now.
Looking up, it turned out that the man dancing the sword on the stage had already ended.
Song Yan subconsciously looked towards the booth in front, but saw that it was empty somewhere.
The sound of the piano on the stage is still the same, but it has been replaced by a graceful dancer, and the scene is already exhausted.
Looking around, Song Yan didn't find anyone, his eyes swept over all kinds of people, and there were many people who were unrestrained.
Song Yan was slightly relieved that Gu Baozhu was not here.
The sound of the qin is just right, and Huaniang Qingdai is adding wine to Fu Sinian.
Fu Sinian idly held the wine glass, waved his hands without paying attention, turned his head but hissed softly, and asked the girl seriously.
"Miss Qingdai—" "You said—"
"Women with temperament like you, who are talented and beautiful, what do you like?"
"What's on your mind?"
Qingdai with a clear complexion was slightly stunned, and when she lowered her head, she saw Fu Sinian, who was sitting short, scratching her head.
When he smiled at her, there was nothing else in his eyes, and he looked like a big boy with clear eyes.
Dazed for a moment, Qing Dai's handsome body, black eyebrows and eyes are light and smiling, and her eyes are instantly amorous.
But if you look carefully, you can find that the young man's eyes on the opposite side are not on him.
As if... For him, she was just the answer he wanted to know.
(End of this chapter)
Among the people present, Song Yan saw quite a few adults around the fifth grade in the palace banquet that day.
They were wearing casual clothes at the moment, and their colleagues were sitting next to them, seeming to be immersed in the sound of the piano.
Then the sound of the flute turned slightly, and the sound quality became a flowing piano sound.
But without the delicate feeling of the small bridge and flowing water just now, the sound of the piano gradually became more atmospheric.
At the same time, a sword flower flying fiercely and vigorously rang in my ears.
The moment the voice sounded, Song, Fu and Yang Wu, who was drinking wine, were almost at the same time, their eyes were slightly bright!
They tacitly looked at the man who appeared in the hall. The man in the moon white robe was tall and well-proportioned. The soft sword he held in his hand danced vigorously, and the sword radiated like a dragon and snake.
The sword in his hand is like a finger, even if it looks like an expert like Song Yan, he can't help but shoot the case.
This sword technique alone makes people excited!
And the most decisive thing is that the soft sword in this person's hand on the stage matches the music of the luthier, blending with each other and turning rigidity into softness. Even in a place like Pingkangfang, it will not make people feel awkward.
Gu Baozhu's eyes lit up, the folding fan in his hand almost fell, he just stared blankly at Luo Yi on the stage, with some surprise in his eyes.
There is no other reason, Luo Yi, the heroic swordsman on stage, is a woman disguised as a man!
If Sangsang hadn't told herself this point, Gu Baozhu wouldn't have believed it.
During the interval between sword dances, when everyone admired him, they did not forget to applaud him vigorously, and even many officials held silver tickets to add to the fun.
Amidst the crowd's excited tipping voices, Song Yan heard a familiar tone.
He subconsciously glanced around, and saw Gu Baozhu who was holding a folding fan on the deck in front of him excitedly got up at this moment, closed the folding fan and took out a bank note of Zhang Qianliang from his cuff.
It just so happened that Luo Yi on this stage twisted his waist slightly, and pressed down neatly with all his strength.
Gu Baozhu in Song Yan's eyes applauded repeatedly.
Even... without blinking, he rewarded the sword-wielding man with the money in his hand! !
Song Yan gritted his teeth angrily.
The top card of Pingkang Fang really made an extraordinary appearance, instantly making the atmosphere lively.
During the intermission, another flower girl was replaced on stage. Wu Nong spoke softly, as if she was trained by a skinny horse from Yangzhou.
Gu Baozhu's interest decreased a little compared to just now, and she tidied up her waist purse.
Just now when she was in the right mood, she used a thousand taels of silver bills, but she felt it was worth it.
Aunt Zuo Pingkangfang has been handed over to him, and he can be regarded as his young master, making the scene warm for tonight.
After leisure time, Gu Baozhu glanced at the people in the hall without any trace, and saw many familiar adults sitting around and chatting.
After careful observation, Gu Baozhu's eyelids suddenly twitched.
I saw not far away, the rigid and sophisticated servant of the Ministry of Rites in his impression was sitting on a flower girl's lap at the moment.
Gu Baozhu's gaze retracted as if scalded with oil, and he leaned stiffly on the back of the chair behind him.
In the final analysis, how delicate and delicate the flower girls in Nanqu Pingkang Fang are, that is only for those who are beyond their reach.
And the adults present are obviously not among them!
After all... they still treat the women here as pretty vases.
At the fan bone, the hands that clenched and pressed out the fingertips finally relaxed slowly.
When Gu Baozhu glanced across the living room, he was no longer as eye-catching and resistant as before.
All the unknowns are hidden in the details of human interaction.
Xu was the skinny girl on the field, her singing voice was at its climax at the moment, and there was even a melodious sound of fireworks in the market and Liu Lane, just adding to the fun of those pious people on the field.
Originally, the official lord was a little tense, but your son also took off his mask at this moment, as if it was a good atmosphere for spending a full moon night.
Someone is pinching the soft flesh on the buttocks of the flower girl beside her;
Some people drink wine by mouth;
Someone even pulled the woman beside her and hurriedly walked towards the box.
On the other hand, Song Yan looked at Gu Baozhu's boldness in spending a lot of money for the men on stage, and his teeth itch with hatred.
Song Yan was about to get up to look for someone, but who would have imagined that Fu Sinian couldn't help but praise his good brother just as he got off the sword dance.
"The sword-wielding young man is really strong—"
"It's no wonder that so many people like to watch him dance swords. Luo Yi, a young student in the hall, really deserves to be their top card—"
As he said that, Fu Sinian looked at Song Yan, but suddenly found that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.
His good brother's face was inexplicably dark at the moment, and he looked at the man on the stage with a bit of scrutiny.
Song Yan heard it in his ears, and a cold snort suddenly overflowed from his nasal cavity.
Under Fu Sinian's gaze, he sat down and leaned against the back of the chair again, with his eyelids drooping, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, there was the sound of fingers tapping on the table, and Song Yan suddenly thought of it.
It seems that when the former Shu was not destroyed, although the status of women was not as good as it is now, there were still many rumors of princesses and princesses raising faces.
Moreover, it seems that... a certain number one scholar almost fell for that princess.
Although there are not many such rumors in Yan Country today.
But... most of them were suppressed and buried very safely.
That is to say, the empress of the dynasty ascended to the throne as a woman, and her harem was empty all the year round, and she never had any heirs.
But if you really say that there is no one in the palace, I am afraid that few people will believe it!
So it seems...
Song Yan's pupils shrank suddenly. As the princess of Nanping, if Gu Baozhu was rewarded with a piece of land in the future, after the relocation of the princess's mansion, what would she want when her own territory was dominant? Face to face, no one can stop it!
Holding the herbal tea on the table, he poured it down his throat, and Song Yan suddenly felt a little stuck.
Depending on the situation, it is better to let her go to Turkic to get married like in a dream, and snatch her back by herself.
But... Song Yan's complexion changed again.
If Gu Baozhu knew that the person in the coffin was really her father, Gu Ye!
Then if the scene in the dream reappears again, it is naturally impossible for Nanping Princess to wrong herself to go to Turkic for the sake of the false Prince Gong in Prince Gong's mansion.
Thinking of this incident, Song Yan suddenly felt that he was not so blocked anymore.
At least, it won't be like the... absurd and miserable situation in the dream.
When he came back to his senses, everyone sighed regretfully in Song Yan's ears, and even Fu Sinian, who was originally excited, lost the interest just now.
Looking up, it turned out that the man dancing the sword on the stage had already ended.
Song Yan subconsciously looked towards the booth in front, but saw that it was empty somewhere.
The sound of the piano on the stage is still the same, but it has been replaced by a graceful dancer, and the scene is already exhausted.
Looking around, Song Yan didn't find anyone, his eyes swept over all kinds of people, and there were many people who were unrestrained.
Song Yan was slightly relieved that Gu Baozhu was not here.
The sound of the qin is just right, and Huaniang Qingdai is adding wine to Fu Sinian.
Fu Sinian idly held the wine glass, waved his hands without paying attention, turned his head but hissed softly, and asked the girl seriously.
"Miss Qingdai—" "You said—"
"Women with temperament like you, who are talented and beautiful, what do you like?"
"What's on your mind?"
Qingdai with a clear complexion was slightly stunned, and when she lowered her head, she saw Fu Sinian, who was sitting short, scratching her head.
When he smiled at her, there was nothing else in his eyes, and he looked like a big boy with clear eyes.
Dazed for a moment, Qing Dai's handsome body, black eyebrows and eyes are light and smiling, and her eyes are instantly amorous.
But if you look carefully, you can find that the young man's eyes on the opposite side are not on him.
As if... For him, she was just the answer he wanted to know.
(End of this chapter)
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