Concubine God

Chapter 34

Squinting his starry eyes, he sneaked a glance at Long Aoxuan who was sitting on the side table. Fortunately, he still had a cold expression on his face, but when he felt his gaze, he looked back with a gentle smile.

Hehe, her husband is really firm and cool!

Satisfied, she turned her gaze back, and Murong Zijing smiled again, hehe, since you are so sad, let you continue to complain.

Just when everyone was intoxicated by the music played quietly, but listening to the music, there came a sweet and soft female voice, caressing people's hearts like soft feathers, and moistening everyone's hearts quietly like rain—— —

"Last night the stars and the last night wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings on the body, but the heart has a clear understanding. The next seat is to send the hook spring wine to warm up, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp to be red. I will listen to the drum and go to the official, and go to Malan Turntables."

Untitled by Li Shangyin, there is no lack of sweet and happy feelings, but also a little sad and helpless parting sorrow.

"Good poems, really good poems..." The cabinet scholar sitting at the side couldn't help admiring at first, and then, the voice of praise was endless, even Long Aolin and the Queen Mother who originally wanted to stand on the sidelines couldn't help praising nod.

A flash of jealousy flashed in her eyes, Wen Jing's pink lips curled up, and when her slender hands were raised and lowered again, the rhyme changed, and the sudden change was mournful and desolate.

With a faint smile, Murong Zijing calmly followed suit and said: "Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Xun Mian, desolate, desolate and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to take a breath. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can you beat his late arrival?" The wind is rushing! The geese are passing by, and they are sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Keeping the window open, how can it be dark alone? The phoenix tree is also drizzled, and at dusk, every drop Dip. This time, how can there be a word of worry!"

Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, coupled with such sad and sad music, Murong Amethyst is singing like singing, elegant and sweet like spring water dingdong, like a brook gurgling, making people feel as if they really entered the realm of words, singing wandering in a low mood , tactfully and sadly, it makes people feel deeply, and an inexplicable melancholy pervades in my heart, which lingers for a long time.

As soon as this word came out, it was even more astonishing than before.

"Okay, okay, this word should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world! I am afraid that no one in the world can learn as much as Princess Xiangrui!" Longguo's highly respected literati teacher was full of praise, unable to restrain his excitement, he applauded and praised frequently.

"Hehe, so, presumably the concubine has also seen the talent of Princess Xiangrui, is she satisfied?" Long Aolin laughed in a good mood, and turned his head to ask Wen Ji with a seemingly inadvertent smile, as if he hadn't noticed her livid nature at all. complexion.

"Well, of course the concubine is satisfied. Princess Xiangrui is worthy of being the national treasure of the Murong Dynasty, and her reputation is well-deserved. In comparison, Jing'er is much inferior." He still didn't forget to give Wen Jing a cold look, and signaled to his father to take her down to stop being ashamed and conspicuous.

"Hehe, congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Prince Xuanyuan, to be able to marry the Murong Dynasty, and to get such a peerless beauty like Princess Xiangrui, it is really my holy dragon's blessing!" Looking at his horned beard, but then put on a stern expression, walked to Wen Jing who was standing aside, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and said coldly: "What are you still standing here for? It's too embarrassing, it's embarrassing." How dare you play such mourning and music at such a festive banquet!"

Immediately, he turned to Murong Zijing with a flattering expression, cupped his hands and said: "Please make amends, Your Highness, this humble minister's daughter has offended you so much, I made you laugh."

"Prime Minister, don't worry about it." Murong Zijing nodded with a sweet smile, then turned to Long Aolin with a slight blessing, and said: "Just now I made a fool of myself, and I invite the emperor and queen, the empress dowager must not laugh at you."

"Hehe, Her Highness's talent is obvious to all, so there is no need to be modest." Long Aolin smiled slightly, and waved his big hand lightly to signal Murong Zijing to return to his seat, and then said loudly: "Now, the banquet will continue!"

After returning to their seats, Murong Zijing breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, oh my god, it's better not to participate in this kind of banquet in the future, it's so hypocritical, it makes me so uncomfortable." She pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction , She squinted her eyes and looked at Long Aoxuan beside her in warning: "Let me tell you, if you don't come to such a banquet in the future, I won't accompany me!" Tsk, when I think of that hypocritical Prime Minister Wen and his few This daughter's face-changing expression is comparable to that of a Sichuan opera, and she felt goosebumps all over the floor.Shaking her body, Murong Zijing curled her lips in disgust.

"Okay, I don't like this kind of banquet either. However, your performance today is really amazing. It really opened my eyes. I never thought that my future little princess would be a talented little poet. Xiao Ci Man." Long Aoxuan pampered and lightly pinched Murong Zijing's pink cheeks, joking with her with ease, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if something was bothering him.

"Baby, you little clever ghost, this can make you pass. Do you know that when you stepped forward just now, we almost broke out in a cold sweat?" At this time, Murong Ziyan crossed Murong Ziling. He came over and whispered to Murong Zijing, and Murong Zixu, lying lazily behind him, also nodded in agreement.

"It's annoying, I'm not so incompetent, okay, a small test won't trouble me." Wrinkling her little nose, Murong Zijing gave Murong Ziyan a light hammer in reluctance.

Oh, that's right, she doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Who told me that she used to play the piano, play chess, write with a pen, and draw abstract sketches, except for ancient poems that can be used in ancient and modern times. In addition to copying, she is really "incompetent"...

Speechless, two drops of sweat dripped down, Murong Zijing lowered her head and accepted her fate as Xiaobai, and gnawed on the chicken leg unwillingly.Hmph, it doesn't matter, as long as the husband doesn't dislike it, that's enough!
Outside the sky, the spring rain is as moist as crisp, thin and continuous like strips of silver thread woven into beautiful rain curtains, the drizzle hits the newborn green leaves, drips on the fertile land, hits the eaves, and disappears into ripples in the green lake.

(End of this chapter)