The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 135 Want to embarrass Wei Zhao, pediatrics?
Rong Jin stood up, his face worried, his eyes radiating coldness, "It's so noisy. It's singing and dancing every year, it's boring, and they all broke up."

What he said was very capricious, the emperor was still sitting on it, and the birthday banquet had just started, and he actually said that it was going to end.

We all know that His Majesty Ninth Highness is willful, but he did not expect him to be so willful.

Emperor Chu put down his wine glass, showing no emotion on his face, "Xiao Jiu, sit down and don't mess around."

Rong Jin had a cold face and stood still, as if he didn't hear.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

They knew that His Highness the Ninth Prince was favored, and they were used to acting recklessly, but most of them heard about it, and those they saw in person were all victims.Now, in front of all the ministers, His Highness the Ninth Prince directly turned against His Majesty. This courage might break the sky, and he was very embarrassed at the moment.

"His Highness Ninth is too ignorant. You can do whatever you want in private. You can't make trouble in the open. In front of so many ministers, where will you put your majesty's face?"

"His Royal Highness Nine should be unlucky this time, and should be severely punished."

"His Majesty should not be in the mood to marry His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Everyone had different thoughts, and the Imperial Garden fell into an eerie silence.

A cold voice broke the silence, "Your Majesty, my servant did prepare a neon clothes and feather dance for His Highness Ninth Prince, but it is different from the usual neon clothes and feather dance that everyone sees, and some special equipment is needed to perform it. His Majesty grants it."

The Emperor of Chu looked at Wei Zhao deeply, and said after a while, "Laishun, prepare according to her request."

Wei Zhao bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Rong Jin slowly loosened his clenched hands and sat back in his original position.

Wei Zhao went to prepare with Laishun's father-in-law, and asked for a lot of things, and they might not even know what they were if she didn't go.

"Pretend."

Xiao Ya'er looked at the things delivered to the high platform one after another, showing disdain.

Wei Zhao probably didn't even know what the Nishang Yuyi Dance was before, but now doing these things that can't be put on the stage will only be sensational.

"Ya'er, don't mess around anymore." Xiao Shu'er also saw the things on the high platform, and looked back at her sister, "This time you bribed the servant to mess around, sister will not tell parents, don't be self-willed again next time, this is the palace. , if something happens, my sister can't protect you."

"I know, I know that my sister loves me the most." Xiao Ya'er smiled and leaned on her sister's shoulder, feeling that she had the best sister in the world.

Xiao Shu'er smiled, straightened her hair casually, looked at the opposite side inadvertently, and nodded slightly at the person with intertwined eyes.

Soon, everything on the high platform was ready.

A few transparent porcelain pots and several paint boxes, this is what everyone can see.

I saw the girl in purple showing these things one by one, and then took out several white jade porcelain bottles, poured the contents into the porcelain jars, and sprinkled different paints on them.

The porcelain pot was dyed with the color of paint, pink blue, green and yellow. Wei Zhao lightly sketched a few strokes, and several graceful dancing girls appeared on the porcelain pot. She took out a handkerchief and smiled, "The song of neon clothes and feather clothes is about to begin." .”

The handkerchief swept over each porcelain pot, and the dancers on the pots actually moved, raised their hands, bent down, spun, and came alive.

Everyone was shocked by such a spectacle, and stared at the porcelain jars intently until the color gradually faded, the dancers slowly disappeared, and the porcelain jars returned to their original state.

Those who were lucky enough to attend His Highness Ninth Prince's birthday banquet were all well-informed and well-known, so they were still stunned by such a spectacle, staring at those porcelain pots for a long time speechless.

(End of this chapter)