The ruthless prince and the enchanting concubine

Chapter 22
On the other side, Mrs. Su has already sang——

It turns out that the colorful blooms are everywhere, so they are all ruined.What is the day of the beautiful day, who's house is the place to enjoy the pleasure?Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats...

That Su Clan is worthy of being a famous actress in the imperial capital. Her figure and singing voice have not faded even if she has not appeared on stage for five or six years.

After the voice fell, Nangong Huan finally raised the corners of his eyebrows, "Prime Minister Liu's vision is really extraordinary, but unfortunately, although I like wind, flowers, snow and moon, but Kunqu... I don't like it!"

Hmph, I especially don't like the phrase "there is nothing wrong with a beautiful day"!
Liu Wenshuang's complexion suddenly changed, he had worked so hard to prepare for this move, but he didn't expect it to end up like this.

That Su's face was even paler, and she almost fainted on the spot, but fortunately the little palace lady walked over in time and helped her down.

Nangong Huan didn't care. He glanced at her and asked with a smile, "Li Xiang, is Concubine Rong not ready yet? Hurry up, I can't wait for her song "Moon Ode to the Dragon River"."

The court lady named Li Xiang hurriedly moved to invite her, but at this time, Concubine Rong was helping the maid to come over on the path covered by flowers and trees. Sense of sadness.

Her face was calm, with the calmness of "come as you come, go as you go".

"Concubine Rong is auspicious."

Everyone got up to salute, but Nangong Jin just nodded slightly. It must have been ten years since this woman followed Nangong Huan from being a concubine to the crown prince. In ten years, she was able to polish a sunny and lively woman into such an appearance. , Is time ruthless, or Nangong Huan ruthless?
Nangong Jin frowned, sat down as before, and raised her head, drinking into her intestines.

Although Ning Yan did not speak, every expression of Nangong Jin fell into her eyes.

Concubine Rong sat quietly by the lyre, her bare hands lightly raised, and between her fingers, the sound was like a clear stream of flowing water. It was clear and pure, and did not disturb the world. It was just that such a clean sound came from this sea-deep It's a bit unusual in the palace, either the person who plays it is too refined, or she... is dead.

Ning Yan blurted out: "From this point of view, the love of emperors has always been a battle in which women lose miserably."

Nangong Jin glanced at her, with some shock and doubt in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "You have never met her before, so what qualifications do you have to judge her success or failure based on the sound of the piano alone?"

There was a trace of sadness in Ning Yan's eyes, and she looked up and asked, "Does the prince think differently from Yan'er?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Haoyue smiled and said, "Perhaps none of you are right. Some people, even if they suffer a disastrous defeat, are willing to do so. Girl Leng, aren't you?"

Ning Ningyan felt a sudden pain in her heart, is she?Even if you know that the ending will be miserable, you will still go forward like moths to a flame?Even if he knew that there would never be a shadow of her Ning Yan in that person's heart, would he still sacrifice his life?

She is, she is.

"Shen Haoyue, you always understand me this way." Ning Yan smiled, and then looked at Nangong Jin who was about to get angry, "My lord, is the relationship between Yan'er and you also doomed to Yan'er's fiasco?"

Since everyone misunderstood that the person in her heart was Nangong Jin, let this misunderstanding continue.

Nangong Jin's expression froze, and he didn't answer, but he looked at Ning Ningyan's eyes, unconsciously, there was a little more tenderness and thoughtfulness.

Amidst the sound of the zither, all the officials were toasting and chatting...

"Prince Jing'an," Nangong Huan shook the folding fan lightly, a little cynically and frivolously, "How is Concubine Rong's piano skills? Is it still as exquisite as before?"

With a trace of coldness in Nangong Jin's eyes, she replied: "Except for the emperor, who dares to comment on Concubine Rong's piano skills? Brother, dare not."

Does he not dare?There was a hint of displeasure in his voice.But Nangong Huan didn't seem to take his disrespect to heart. Looking at the world, perhaps only Nangong Jin dared to talk to him like this.

While speaking, Concubine Rong had already played a piece, she walked towards Nangonghuan slowly, saluted and said: "Your Majesty, since the piece is finished, I want to go back to Yunyang Palace first."

Nangong Huan stepped down from the high position, supported Concubine Rong, and said with a half-smile: "Concubine Ai is in such a hurry to go back, does it mean that she doesn't like the dinner I carefully prepared?"

Concubine Rong remained silent, her face still expressionless.

Nan Gonghuan took her hand and walked towards her seat until she pressed Concubine Rong on the seat and sat next to him.

Shen Haoyue stood up and said: "Your Majesty, you really prefer Concubine Rong. Could it be that Your Majesty has forgotten that besides Concubine Rong, Miss Leng from Jing'an Palace was also the first good piano in Nuoping City back then!"

"Haha..." Nangong Huan laughed. He looked at Ning Yan and said, "Miss Leng, how about playing a song with Concubine Rong?"

Without waiting for Ning Yan to speak, Nangong Jin said unhurriedly: "Yan'er, aren't you feeling unwell? Isn't it disrespectful to perform in front of the emperor when you are unwell?"

Ning Ningyan smiled, disregarding Nangong Jin's suggestion, walked out of the seat, walked on the red carpet, and said: "Your Majesty, although women like to play the piano, but their piano skills are clumsy, they really dare not use the ax in front of Concubine Rong."

"Then Miss Leng is like this, doesn't she let me down?" Nan Gonghuan said with a hint of amusement, quite interested.

"How dare you disappoint the emperor?" Ning Yan smiled naturally, and continued, "According to what the girl knows, the emperor likes to enjoy dancing besides listening to the piano, why not let the girl dance today to cheer up the wine."

Nangonghuan sized up the woman on the red carpet. She had just entered the imperial capital, and she was so clear about his preferences. It seemed that this woman was not simple!

Turning his face sideways, he happened to see Nangong Jin's clenched fists and his ashen face. It seemed that his King Jing'an was about to get angry again.Nangong Huan smiled happily, and said, "Miss Leng really wins my heart, okay, please!"

After the words fell, a melodious and melodious flute sound came, but seeing Shen Haoyue holding the jade flute, although he didn't get up, the sound of the flute was tender and soft. Since the establishment of the dynasty, it is also the first time!

Shen Haoyue looked at Ning Yan quietly, with a hint of a smile, as if to say: This is what I promised you, and today I did it.

Of course, Ning Yan understood what Shen Haoyue meant, and she was naturally moved in her heart. She finally knew that all of today's events were arranged by Shen Haoyue alone.

The audience was silent except for the sound of the flute. Ning Yan walked to the center, and the bright palace lantern cast orange light, making her feel like she was in a dream.

She looked at the furious Nangong Jin, smiled, and then gently parted her lips, "My lord, Yan'er is dancing for you..."

Such deep affection, such infatuated love, even with a trace of sadness and melancholy...

The expression on Nangong Jin's face suddenly froze. What was she talking about?dance for him?

For some reason, when he heard these words, he was so shocked and delighted. This kind of joy had never happened in his Nangong Jin's life.

The four words "dancing for you" carry a powerful magic power, which makes this dance sacred and unattainable before it even begins...

In the light, Ning Yan took out the gauze from her sleeves, then turned around, catering to the melody of the flute, her sleeves fluttering lightly, the gauze like a dream... Her long hair was fluttering with the wind, and her skirt was in the air. Every time she jumped and danced, together and fell, she seemed like an elf on the red carpet, and her plum red figure seemed to be embedded in everyone's eyes.

She is so light, even a master of qinggong can't dance with her grace and agility. Sometimes she moves her lotus steps lightly and thinks obsessively, and sometimes she spins rapidly, thrilling and heart-piercing.

Nangong Jin felt distressed for no reason. This woman has made him feel this way more than once, from the first time they met, to when she hurt herself with his sword, from when she was poisoned, to when she used her body to shield him. The knife... And this time, what was she using to move his heart?Is it the world-renowned beauty in the dance, or the bottomless sadness in her eyes at this moment?He didn't know, he couldn't tell the difference.

Gradually, Ning Ningyan's dance became more and more devoted, and gradually, it seemed that there was only that plum red figure left in this world...

Shen Haoyue's flute stopped, and he couldn't continue playing, because he was also confused by the sadness in her eyes, why is she always like this, what is hiding behind her strength?
The dance music without the accompaniment of the flute seems to be more captivating. In the end, in the light, Ning Ningyan twirled and jumped up, as if the phoenix had been reborn from the nirvana, which shocked everyone.

Still, there was no sound, it seemed that everyone hadn't come out of the dreamlike dance.

But when Ning Ningyan fell, the light gauze in her hand came out, and the breeze blew, fluttering, until the gauze fell on the silver hair.

(End of this chapter)