The first peasant girl of splendid elegance

Chapter 389 The Palace Banquet (5)
"Yong Le said that he would present a dance to the emperor, isn't he just preparing for it." Concubine Xue Gui laughed.

"Okay, I want to see what dance that elf is going to dance for me." For that daughter, Emperor Yuanfeng loves and has a headache.

Lan Zhuang whisked the dust for a while, and said sharply: "The banquet—"

Following the maids in pink palace attires, they came in parallel, and the fragrant meals were also served on the table.

Afterwards, a group of women in fluttering dresses floated over and danced to the music.

Jun Yao ate the food quietly, and then looked at the children from time to time, for fear that they might make mistakes.

"Don't worry, although they are young, they are very sensible." Ning Yuejin brought her food and said with a smile.

"Ok!"

"If it doesn't taste good, eat more. The palace banquet may be at the end of Haishi."

"Why so long?" At the end of Haishi?Eleven o'clock at night.

"It's like this every year, and it's even later during the Chinese New Year." But he will leave early.

"Then can we leave early?" Jun Yao asked in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll take you home whenever you want."

When all the officials saw Jun Yao who was talking with Ning Yuejin, they couldn't help wondering how attractive this woman was, which could make His Royal Highness King Jin, who was like a fairy, so nervous.

In the lower position, Ning Zi pursed his lips dryly, looked at Ning Yuejin and Junyi from the corner of his eyes, and occasionally glanced at the two children who were happy with Ning Zichen, the smile on the corner of his lips grew stronger and stronger. The more profound and inexplicable.

Suddenly, a cold gaze swept towards him.

Ning Zigan was startled, and following this line of sight, Junxie's pair of pitch-black eyes were looking at him coldly, ruthlessly and murderously.

"So it was Ning Zi who did it, the smartest mouse."

"Hmm!" Ning Yuejin glanced at Ning Zi lightly, then looked away.

Ning Zigan only felt a gust of cold air rushing from behind, which made him shiver, maybe Junxi's gaze didn't make him feel anything, after all, he was no less vicious than anyone else, but for this As a young uncle of the emperor, Ning Zigan didn't dare to confront him head-on.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Miaolan looked at her husband in confusion.

"It's okay, I just feel a little cold, maybe it's because of the wine." He hooked his lips.

"Lan'er thinks it's delicious." Sweet and soft.

"Drink more if you like."

"Well, if I feel cold, ask Fugui to get you a shirt to wear, so you don't catch a cold."

"It's okay!"

Above the main hall, various talents took turns to perform, some danced, some played the qin and pipa, some played the flute, and there was an endless stream, and the outstanding appearance of each of those women dazzled Junyi even more. The big garden in full bloom, it is said that the emperor is still enjoying the blessings at such an old age.

"Father, mother and concubine." With a delicate voice, a little girl dressed in bright yellow came in. At first glance, she looked almost like Concubine Xue. She was very beautiful, and she was about ten years old. One or two years old.

"Yongle, why are you here now?" Seeing his precious daughter, Emperor Yuanfeng was very happy and beckoned her to come over.

Princess Yongle quickly ran to Emperor Yuanfeng, and said with a smile: "Today is Emperor Father's birthday, Yongle wants to dance a dance for Emperor Father, to make Emperor Father happy."

"That's right, the little princess is really sensible."

"Well, Yongle is the princess that my father loves the most."

"Yongle, don't pester the royal father, let the royal father eat." Xue Guifei looked at her daughter and said dotingly.

"Yes!" The little girl stood up, caught a glimpse of Xue Lichen, immediately waved at him and said with a smile, "Uncle Qi, you are here, do you miss Yongle?"

"I didn't think about it, you little devil." Xue Lichen snorted.

Yongle pouted and muttered: "Uncle Seven is still angry with Yongle, what happened last time really wasn't on Yongle's will." But it was just breaking a piece of his jade pendant, I still remember it, how stingy.

"Are you bullying your seventh uncle again?" Concubine Xue Gui asked with a straight face on purpose.

"No, no, concubine mother, Yongle is so good!" She shook her head hurriedly, and then ran down, "Father, Yongle will dance a dance for Father, to congratulate Father on being as blessed as the East Sea and longevity than Nanshan."

"Okay, I'll take a good look at it."

As the music played, a small figure in yellow danced lightly above the hall, and from Junmai's point of view, she must have worked very hard, because she looked so good.

After the dance, all the people shouted long live, which made Junxie feel tired after watching.

Maybe it was really late, that little girl Qiaoer walked over in a daze.

"Father, mother, Qiaoer is sleepy."

Ning Yue had kindly embraced her daughter, Junyi looked at her dim eyes, and knew that this little girl must have drunk wine, not sleepy, but a little drunk.

Seeing the still lively hall, Ning Yue stood up without hesitation, and said to Emperor Yuanfeng: "Brother Emperor, it's getting late, so I'll take them back first."

"What, is this child sleepy?" Xue Guifei asked with a smile.

"Maybe I got a little drunk, please forgive me, the emperor and the imperial concubine." Jun Yao bowed.

"What's the matter, since that's the case, Ah Jin should take them back to rest early." Emperor Yuanfeng nodded and said, even if he disagreed, this younger brother would leave as usual.

As for Wuyou, he decided to go to rest in his palace with Ning Zichen tonight, seeing Ning Zichen's begging face, Jun Yao also agreed with a smile.

Ning Yue wanted to leave Miao Ruo and Zhu Ying behind, and left with her wife and daughter.

On the way back, Junxi looked at Ning Yuejin who was holding her sleeping daughter and said: "The second prince's eyes are full of calculations, I don't know what will happen to him."

"No matter what it is, I guarantee that the children will be fine." Ning Yuejin promised, holding Junxie's hand.

"Well, I believe you, who made us their parents." Jun Yao held him back and nodded vigorously.

Because this is the capital, the road is smooth, and the carriage returned to the mansion without any bumps along the way.

Ning Yue would like to carry her daughter into the Yilang Pavilion, and gently put her on the couch. The two of them looked at the cute little face for a while, and then they went out together.

"After today's incident, I always feel that Ning Zigan will attack Chen'er. Maybe your appearance today and the friendship between Wuyou and Chen'er have already made him understand."

"Even if he understands, he won't do anything, at least not for a short time." Ning Yuejin comforted.

"I hope so." She sighed softly, for their different fates.

"After tomorrow, you may receive various invitations. If you don't want to go, you will reject them. They don't dare to say anything. If you want to take Jinmao with you, she is an old man in the palace. What happened? She will help you."

(End of this chapter)