Chen Palace

Chapter 137 Qionglin
Amidst the melodious feast and music, the emperor smiled and encouraged everyone. All the people present here were good-looking. Although they were excited about the joy of leaping into the dragon's gate, they all upheld the teachings of the saints and respectfully thanked each other without mentioning it.

After drinking for three rounds, a group of graceful dancers floated along the Jiuqu corridor with the brisk and joyful music.

After stepping into the arena, the music suddenly turned and the sound was soaring for nine days. The women with long sleeves danced gracefully, and the clothes flew lightly, looking fresh and beautiful, so beautiful.

The lightness of the water sleeves drove away the slight heat of the drunkenness of the crowd, and the faint fragrance floated in it, as if even the clothes were infected, and the Xinke Jinshi were dazzled for a moment.

The sound of the music gradually weakened, and the girls gathered their bows to salute. Everyone thought that the dance was about to end, but they heard a high-pitched sound of the qin, which was like the sound of a broken silk, and it turned into the sound of golden spears.

Under the flashing silver light, the master attendants threw their long swords, and the dancers turned around to take them. Immediately, the colorful sleeves and snow blades flew together. , It seems that the rivers and seas condense clear light, and immortals fly dragons.

The Jinshi couldn't take their eyes off, cheered in unison, and someone chanted: "In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who moved all directions with a sword dance... This sentence of the poet sage is really appropriate for this situation."

Everyone present nodded in agreement, but only one person pursed the corners of his lips slightly, quite disapprovingly.

Someone with good intentions saw at a glance that it was Jinke Tanhua Peizhen, so he laughed loudly and said, "What is Tanhualang's opinion?"

"It's not really a good idea. If you say it casually, the Bofang family just laughed..."

Pei Zhen's eyes were full of wine, and his demeanor was unrestrained, "The Qing Dynasty of the Holy Dynasty is not like Hu Feng in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Women should be virtuous and courteous. It is really not good to wield a sword!"

They were very interested, and they talked so eloquently, but it didn't matter that everyone's expressions gradually became terrified, as if they saw some ghosts and ghosts.He turned his head in astonishment, only to see that within three steps behind him, the two emperors and concubines were holding jade cups, their expressions extremely worried.

"Tan Hua Lang is extremely talented. The sword dance I rehearsed in this Palace is just a trivial skill, so I couldn't stand up to you..."

Concubine Chen sneered, covered her expression with her embroidered fan, and walked away angrily, leaving only one sentence, "Today is really a lesson... How will I dare to wield swords again from now on?"

Although the voice was soft, it contained sharp sarcasm and anger. Upon hearing this, the emperor frowned slightly, and hurriedly turned to catch up.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to say a word, the scene fell into a stagnation, Pei Zhen's drunkenness turned into cold sweat and rushed to his forehead.

He couldn't say anything, the rest of the people looked on coldly, secretly thinking that his words were careless and he had offended the concubine in the palace, and his future is bound to be worrying.

Chen Lu rushed away angrily, passed by the examiner's seat, couldn't help but stop, and scolded in a low voice: "My lord is really discerning, and mistakenly selected such a prodigal son into the court!"

A burst of fragrance blew by, and she had already escaped behind the curtain of the water pavilion, leaving only the examiner to cry inwardly, and complained dozens of times in her heart to her old and unconscious teacher.

"Xu and Pei's strokes are very different, how can they be confused, this angered the nobles in the palace, wouldn't it make me feel bad..."

Chen Lu and the emperor got into the eight-person sedan chair together, and the emperor put down the curtain of the sedan chair, and couldn't help laughing out loud anymore.

Chen Lu glanced at him, smiled wryly and said, "My acting skills are probably not bad..."

The emperor smiled brightly, and joked: "Not only is it passable, it's really exquisite. Next, it's time for me to perform a show of 'Rushing the crown and becoming a beauty'!"

"Only by deposing Pei Zhen from afar can King Jing believe in his support. We have done enough tricks, so we are not afraid that the fish will not take the bait." Chen Lu concluded, thinking of Pei Zhen's resolute expression, she was also slightly sad.

In the Palace of Compassion and Ning, it was extremely quiet. The servants and servants of the palace were standing in the corridor with their hands down, and they were acting on tiptoe, fearing that if they were not careful, they would wake up the master and cause a catastrophe.

In the sleeping hall, the mahogany sword that Taoist Yuxu used to pray for blessings and ward off evil spirits was still hanging in front of the bed. The curtains in the hall were lowered, dim and silent, as if everything had stopped.

In the auspicious beast jade furnace, the ambergris that soothes the gods is misty, which adds to the sleeping An Tian. The queen mother is covered with a thin quilt, lying flat and faintly falling asleep.

Lavender clouds of smoke surged, and a figure appeared in front of her eyes. The woman was wearing a crown of nine phoenix beads and only a purple weft garment.She stood in front of the window under the moon and didn't open her mouth, she just came swaying with the wind.

The sleeves were light and thin, and getting closer and closer, I saw the cold light of the blade of the sword flashing straight.

The Empress Dowager was frightened and angry, and said with a shocked smile: "This time it's your turn... Lin Chen..."

She forced out this taboo name between her lips and teeth. Although she knew it was in a dream, she couldn't escape the sense of terror of the snow blade.

That alluring face, amidst the smog, smiled slightly, with an indescribably cold and arrogant demeanor.

The Empress Dowager was courageous, exerted all her strength, grabbed it hard, and shouted: "Go back to the underworld..."

After yelling, she woke up with a start, just like before, her silk clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

(It has been modified like the previous chapter, and some BUGs have also been fixed) *************************
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