Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 211 Drunk to the Gentle Country (Recommendation Ticket Plus [-])
For this Mid-Autumn Festival feast, Uncle Lu took great pains.

Along the long water pavilion corridor of the lotus lake, with the water pavilion pavilion as the center, a stage is built on the shore of the lake.

The lights on the stage flickered, and the moon was as bright and clear that night, which set off the lights on the stage.

The lake surface in the distance, the flowers, plants and trees nearby, the water pavilions and pavilions are all bathed in the silvery moonlight.

The juggling troupe, as well as the dancers of the music workshop, took turns performing on the stage, and with the waterside pavilion as the center, the side concubines and aunts of each court and their maidservants sat all over the pavilion.

Mo Xiaowan, as the lady of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, sat beside Uncle Xuanyuan and observed it quietly.

Those unknown aunts are far away from Uncle Xuanyuan, but some familiar faces are close by nature.

For example, at the table on Uncle Xuanyuan's left, Concubine Feng and Concubine Cheng are invited, and at the table on the right is Master Xie Wudi, and a little farther away, Aunt Sun and Aunt Feng are the ones who talk badly.

Of course, Aunt Zhao, whose head was smashed by her with a stone at the gate of the mansion last night, has disappeared.

However, growing up in the wolf-like Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, Mo Xiaowan understands that there is no need for pity for those who should not be pity.

Just because she is sitting next to Uncle Xuanyuan at the main table tonight, and if she doesn't mess with them, all these aunts and girls will regard her as a thorn in their side.

The dancers of Leyinfang are waving their long sleeves on the stage. Under the moonlight, the dancers are all like Chang'e fairies in the Moon Palace.

"My lord, what happened at the gate of the mansion last night was due to the carelessness of the courtiers and concubines."

Consort Feng offended the Eighth Prince last night, taking advantage of the excitement of the wine, she stood up from the table on the left, raised her glass and said, "This glass of wine, as a concubine, I am pleading guilty to the Eighth Prince."

Feng Yuyan put a lot of effort into her makeup tonight, she was wearing a streamer brocade skirt, the skirt was reflected by the moonlight, making her skin soft and snowy, really delicate and lovely.

Mo Xiaowan took a peek, thinking that if he was a man, such a beauty would flatter him, he would be drunk and gentle.

But Uncle Xuanyuan didn't understand the style, his eyes wandered on the stage, as if Feng Yuyan didn't exist at all.

Concubine Cheng at the side smiled sarcastically: "My lord's heart is like a mirror, sister Feng should stop putting on airs."

"Concubine Cheng..."

The anger in Feng Yuyan's eyes flashed away, and she suddenly looked at Mo Xiaowan with pleading eyes.

Mo Xiaowan's heart almost softened, what the hell, this look is too like a cheap mother.

However, when she thought of what Gu Yun had warned her several times, she shook Xuanyuan Chen's arm cruelly, "Uncle Xuanyuan, the dancers at Leyinfang are really skilled."

"Xiao Wan has a noble status, so he doesn't need to learn these tricks to entertain people."

Xuanyuanchen turned around and stroked Fumo Xiaowan's small head, and casually glanced at Feng Yuyan, only then did he seem to notice her existence.

He said lightly: "Feng side concubine, there is a difference between honor and inferiority, you should apologize to the miss."

Concubine Cheng blinked at Mo Xiaowan: "I'm afraid that some people will always think that they are superior and cannot let go of this air."

"Little Wan, there is a little misunderstanding between Auntie and you, I know you will definitely not care about Auntie."

Concubine Feng glanced at Concubine Cheng resentfully, gritted her teeth and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "This glass of wine is my aunt's apology to Xiaowan."

What are you doing?
Although she knew that Uncle Xuanyuan was protecting her, Concubine Cheng also kindly helped her.

But, but, her goal tonight is to get Uncle Xuanyuan drunk!

"I, I, I can't drink."

Mo Xiaowan begged for help from Xie Wudi, who was watching the fun with his lips pursed, "Master, you know that if you drink Xiaowan, you will be guilty..."

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Accidentally forced a young emperor to sleep, who knew that he could eat his marrow to know the taste, and was imprisoned every night to be pampered, the wall, the sofa, the bed, and the bed were staged in turn. )
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