The evil king lured into his arms: addicted to petting the waste Chai medical concubine

Chapter 1239
Chapter 1239: Husband and wife are deeply in love
It was so jaw-dropping.

However, after a while of silence, although the expressions of the people were brilliant, they still echoed one after another.

"The prince and concubine are truly a husband and wife, which is enviable."

"I can't help myself, the prince is so chic and unrestrained."

"Today is the Qixi Festival. The prince and the concubine are so affectionate. I'm afraid that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky will envy the good marriage in the world. Does the emperor say so?"

Concubine Ning's soft voice sounded, and Emperor Xuan answered with a busy smile.

At this moment, Qin Wuge wished she could smash the smile on Bei Mingye's face with one punch. She could clearly feel the scorching eyes from all directions, especially the princess Yunshang who was sitting on the middle stage. He has been greeting her, and has not left for a moment.

"My lord, Qin Wuge should take a seat at the back."

I don't know whether it's from anger or shame, Qin Wuge's cheeks became hot, and he didn't dare to provoke Bei Mingye anymore, so he got up and walked to the back seat without saying a word.

I thought that Bei Mingye would not let her go easily, but he didn't really think that this time he didn't embarrass her, but he nodded at her in a good mood, with a considerate smile on his face, as if saying: I know, I know, Madam is shy!

Sitting behind the veil, Qin Wuge could still feel all kinds of gazes coming from in front of him, and the female family members in the back seats even looked sideways, or looked directly at Qin Wuge with jealousy, contempt, ridicule, and envy. .

Fortunately, the palace banquet began soon, and the emperor's words distracted everyone's attention.

"Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day feast. I heard that Concubine Ai has prepared a show. I wonder when it will be staged?"

Concubine Ning smiled softly, bowed to the emperor, and said: "Your Majesty, Qianqiao is a festival for men and women to make love, and it is also a festival for women to pray to the sky for skillful hands. Qixi is not asking for a good husband, but a good female celebrity." Today, how about letting the wives and ladies show off their dexterity so that His Majesty, Princess Yunshang and all the ministers can smile?"

King Xuan nodded immediately: "Everything is at the beck and call of my concubine. Ladies and gentlemen, you have to let go of your hands and feet. If you show your talent, I will reward you heavily for the winner!"

All the girls bowed their heads and smiled when they heard the words, and looked at the front seats shyly and timidly, thinking in their hearts to show their skills, so as to gain a reputation for ingenuity and win the favor of their sweethearts.

Concubine Ning ordered, and the maids put trays one by one on each lady's table. On the tray was a piece of lotus root with twenty thin needles stuck in it. The pinholes are so small that it is jaw-dropping , and dozens of silk threads are placed on the side of the tray.

"Actually, this competition is very simple. It is to see who can wear the most colored silk within the time of three cups of tea."

After Concubine Ning finished speaking, the emperor was a little surprised and said: "That's all?"

"Don't worry, your majesty. These silver needles are specially made by my concubines. The pinholes are extremely small, and the ends of the silk threads are all flocked. It is required that the silk thread not be trimmed with a sharp tool when threading, and the silver needle cannot be pulled out from the lotus root. Don't be afraid." The emperor joked that the courtiers tried it, and after three cups of tea, the courtiers' eyes were so tired that they only wore three threads."

Emperor Xuan became interested when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Interesting, let's start!"

Concubine Ning nodded with a light smile, and was about to summon Gong'e to burn incense, when Princess Yunshang's soft voice sounded.

"Your Majesty and all the adults are drinking and waiting. It's a little tasteless. I would like to play the piano to cheer you up and cheer up the ladies. I wonder what the Emperor thinks?"

(End of this chapter)