The Six Palaces of Favorites: The Black-bellied Emperor's Cold Concubine

Chapter 79 The Stage Assassin (1)
Qingchen and Ye Wanrong were also happy for her, and they toasted her with tea instead of wine.

Concubine Shu glanced at Gu Manqin with great dissatisfaction, stood up and gave a little blessing and said, "Today is a good day for our ancestors. My father got the emperor's permission to invite a troupe from outside to celebrate his birthday. The protagonist of the opera is Red. Ye Shengge, the head of the rhyme opera troupe, is extremely difficult to invite. Many officials’ families don’t want to give in to sing in the mansion no matter how much money they pay. Hearing that the old ancestor was celebrating his birthday, he agreed to come down if he was in a hurry, and said he could give it to him. The old ancestor's singing is a blessing he has cultivated in three lifetimes."

The Empress Dowager said with a smile: "The words that come out of your small mouth are people's liking. Lord Shen has a heart. When I see your father later, thank him for me."

It was rare for Concubine Shu to be so obedient, and she hurriedly said with a smile: "Our ancestors are willing to show us face, but we are too happy, so how dare we say thank you."

Suddenly, an imperceptible cold smile flashed across the corner of the queen's mouth, and she raised her hand to caress the phoenix hairpin on her temples without saying a word.I heard Xue Wanrong say: "Ye Shengge is a very rebellious person. I have heard some rumors about him when I was in her boudoir. Although this person sings well, he is a bit indecisive. My father once wanted to invite him He came to the mansion to sing once, but he can't be talked about no matter what, he is a stubborn person who won't accept anything."

Concubine Shu swept the fallen flowers off her body with a handkerchief, and said in a gentle voice: "Why does he not know how to advance and retreat? The ancestor wants to listen to the opera, so he hastened to prepare and dare not be negligent in the slightest? It can be seen that it is not that he does not know how to advance and retreat, but that he has not met People who really admire him are just despised."

Xue Wanrong blushed, and secretly pouted at Concubine Shu without daring to speak.

The stage had been set up a long time ago, as soon as the ancestor gave the order to start the play, there was already a din of gongs and drums. As usual, the first scene was to sing Magu's birthday greetings.

Qingchen was only engrossed in eating snacks and watching the play, and didn't notice Xiao Jun's smiling gaze.Although she doesn't know opera, she thinks that Huadan's voice is not bad.Just thinking about it, Ye Wanrong beside her pushed herself with her elbow and said with a smile, "The emperor is watching you."

Qing Chen had a plum in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Xiao Jun with puffed cheeks when he heard the words, but saw that he lowered his head and was talking to Concubine Ning, so he said to Ye Ronghua: "Where is the emperor looking at me?" , he was watching a play."

Ye Wanrong laughed at her and said, "I just know how to eat."

Qingchen leaned into Ye Wanrong's ear, and said as a matter of course: "I was only focused on arguing with them before, and didn't care about eating anything. Now it's so easy to relax for a while, and my sister even laughed at me."

Ye Wanrong peeled another tangerine and handed it to her, pointed to the peels all over the table and asked: "Who eats these if you don't care to eat them? My hand hurts from peeling the oranges for you. Your mouth just doesn't like it." Ken is idle, and you will be full when the banquet starts later."

The two of them were muttering and chatting, the stage had already sung a song, and then the old ancestor ordered "Ding Jiangshan" again, and then handed the script of that play to the emperor.

Qingchen's mind wasn't on watching the play either, seeing the colorful man dancing his sword on the stage for a long time, which drew applause, but didn't sing a word for a long time, so he was a little distracted to look at the apricot tree behind Gu Chang.

In February, the sky is full of apricot blossoms, the wind blows the petals like snow, and they fall on the clothes and temples of the people one after another. The ground seems to be covered with a layer of pink and white carpet, which is indescribably beautiful against the green grass. , there was a faint fragrance of apricot blossoms in the air, she stretched out her hand to catch a petal, she was in a daze for a while, as if she saw the apricot grove, those huts again...

(End of this chapter)