Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 73
The emperor said to the crowd with a dignified voice, "Everyone be excused!"

I just sat back on my seat and saw clearly that the emperor was followed by the elegantly dressed Xiangfei, with a blooming peony carved from white jade on her head, and a wreath next to her forehead hanging down. The delicate makeup exudes a charming illusion under the gentle lighting of the hall.

The goose-yellow floor-length dress is slit to the knees, and the slender and fair calves can be seen looming. The goose-yellow shoes on the feet are also exquisitely crafted, with pomegranate patterns embroidered with gold thread on them, and a dotted in the middle. The slightly yellowish Dongzhu is smaller than the Dongzhu on the emperor's shoes.

At this time, Murong Jin sat next to Qingqing, which made Qingqing a little nervous, and Fang Shaoqi was sitting on the opposite table. Although they were far away, Qingqing raised her eyes and saw his warm eyes, and there seemed to be something in her heart. The warmest hot spring flows.

The emperor sat on the throne, and his face could not be seen clearly from a distance.

He said with a chuckle, "Prince Zhao finally brought Princess Zhao! Seeing her now is indeed overwhelming." Murong Xu's voice echoed in the hall, making Qingqing feel a little ethereal from the distance.

Murong Jin who was on the side said humbly, "The emperor has given me the prize, but my wife's talent is mediocre."

As he spoke, he held Shang Qingqing's hand tightly.

It seems that in the eyes of outsiders, they should be a couple.

It's just that there is a big gap between them in Qingqing's heart.

She pretended to be a bit ashamed and lowered her head slightly, and inadvertently withdrew her hand gently.

At the beginning of the banquet, singing and dancing, incense and mist linger, and cups and cups intertwined, it was very lively for a while.

When the delicacies were served, Suqin sounded like willow-like dancers waving their ribbons, Wen Yuan embroidered shoes, like Yang Huachen, everyone's eyes were attracted by it, and Qingqing felt that it was no longer so attractive Everyone's eyes were relieved.

Although his eyes were fixed on the singing and dancing on the stage, he looked at Fang Shaoqi who was sitting there drinking wine elegantly from the corner of his eye through the singing and dancing.

(End of this chapter)