Cloud painting

Chapter 22 Palace Banquet (8)

"What are you doing so beautiful, and you can't eat it!" An Chuxia looked at Feng Yunhua with envy and envy.

And the silk handkerchief in Feng Xueyi's hand, who was sitting on Feng Tianquan's left, was wrenched out of blood without knowing it, Feng Yunhua, you wait for me, I will definitely smile and watch you cry!
Feng Yunhua hooked his lips, not showing much emotion.

She looked at the man in white with beautiful eyes, her eyes met, and she looked away in an instant.

Love at first sight, a subtle atmosphere is flowing, ten thousand years ago, she fell in love with him at first sight, ten thousand years later, it was him who aroused her love for him.

"Come here, give Fourth Miss Feng a seat." Nangong Luo raised his eyebrows and said.

"Your majesty, don't call me Miss Feng Si from now on." She stared straight at Nangong Luo with her beautiful eyes, and said briskly, with a look of contentment.

"Why?" Nangong Luo was puzzled.

Feng Yunhua hooked his bright red lips: "Just ask Eunuch Li." After finishing speaking, he stroked his sleeves and sat down gracefully, with an elegant and calm smile on his beautiful face.

Nangong Luo was speechless for a moment, it seemed that he had to ask Xiao Lizi, what was the allusion to this "Fourth Miss Feng".

The ministers looked at this scene dumbfounded, and one by one whispered, didn't this Feng Yunhua jump on him when he saw a beautiful man?What's more, I heard that she looks ugly all day long with rouge all over her face.

But when I saw it today, it was so beautiful that even the bright moon and stars couldn't compare to it.

Moreover, I heard that Feng Yunhua was rejected for marriage in order to pursue the Fourth Prince, and was heartbroken for a moment. She wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide, but she never thought that she stepped on a banana peel and fell unconscious.

Could it be—the rumors are wrong? ?
"It's so noisy!" Feng Yunhua picked out her ears impatiently. Although it was an indecent gesture, she did it so vividly and beautifully.

Suddenly, the hall was silent.

Songs and dances, music, sounded again, silk and satin, silk gauze, gently lingering around fingers, beautiful dance, pleasing to the heart and eyes.

No one noticed that Beilin Xuanye's gaze had been looking at Feng Yunhua vaguely, with a smile that no one could understand in his glazed eyes.

"Your Majesty, my servants congratulate you on your long life!" An Chuxia was wearing a light pink dress, long enough to reach the floor, with a slender waist, a red coral hairpin in her hair, and an incomparably gorgeous face. Li Yongrong, under the little finger-sized pearl, there are long tassels hanging down, shining as bright as snow, stars twinkling in the hair, the lotus flower moves to the front of the hall, bends down softly, and speaks softly.

"Here, the courtiers have a dance, and I want to present it to the emperor as a gift to congratulate the emperor on his birthday." She bowed profusely, with a charming smile on her face like a lotus, and her father said, this time entering the palace, you must To win the favor of the emperor, if possible, to be a concubine would be the best.

But... Her shy eyes followed the man in white clothes. Although this man was out of the world, he was too evil. His beautiful face was a girl killer.

Suddenly, her eyes became resolute. No matter how beautiful he is, he is nothing but a waste, and he has no real rights in Northern Qi, so she doesn't want to spend her life in such a mediocre way. Get the queen's throne and dominate the harem!
Thinking of this, the smile on her face deepened, and her eyes no longer stayed on Beilin Xuanye, but coquettishly looked at the man in black brocade robe and dragon robe sitting on the main seat.

(End of this chapter)