Raiders of His Royal Highness

Yu Ling didn't care what the people below were thinking, she held the tea cup in her hand, thinking about the choice of the crown prince that Emperor Jing Ming liked that her mother told her that day.

The granddaughter of Duke Cheng'en, Song Ruoyi.

her cousin.

Yu Ling could probably guess why Emperor Jing Ming thought Song Ruoyi was suitable. First, in the eyes of Emperor Jing Ming, she would not survive the coming year, and secondly, he was afraid of her grandfather's family, and he was even more reluctant to find her a powerful wife.

So her grandfather's cousin is just right.

For Emperor Jing Ming's request, the mother usually does not know how to refuse, so this matter has to be done by herself.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the banquets are staggered, and the speech is happy.

Sitting on the right side of Emperor Jingming, Concubine Yi, who was wearing a lake blue palace costume, watched the actors below dancing the same dance as before, and smiled at Emperor Jingming: "Your Majesty, it's nothing new for my concubine to see the dance below. The banquets in the past were also performed like this, and the officials and concubines are getting tired of watching it.”

Immediately looked down, thought for a while, and suggested, "Why don't you let the ladies show off their talents by playing drums and passing flowers?"

Concubine Yi's voice was not too loud or not, and everyone in the hall heard the proposal, and everyone's mind became active for a while.

Emperor Jing Ming waved his hand and said, "That's right." Then he instructed a palace servant to play the drum beside him, and a freshly folded sweet-scented osmanthus was handed to Concubine Yi: "Let Concubine Ai choose the first person."

Concubine Yi smiled and answered yes, and immediately asked the maid to deliver the sweet-scented osmanthus flower to the family of the senior scholar Qin on the left.

The drums sounded, and the osmanthus flowers fell.

Those ladies who took the sweet-scented osmanthus branch privately thought that it would be great if she was her, but the drums did not stop, so they had to continue to pass on the sweet-scented osmanthus branch.

Soon, thump—

Stopped!

Next to the osmanthus branch was an uncle's daughter who had no sense of existence in Beijing. She stood up excitedly and bowed to Yingying, the upper head.

Concubine Yi smiled gently and said, "Which noble girl is she?"

"Report to the emperor, the niece, the minister's daughter Wen Chuyun, the direct daughter of Xinyang Uncle's Mansion." Wen Chuyun saw the royal family for the first time, and his palms were sweating nervously.

Concubine Yi nodded and asked gently, "Have you thought about what kind of talent you want to perform?"

There was a lot of sweat on Wen Chuyun's forehead, who was holding the handkerchief tightly. After thinking about it, she found that her mind was blank, and she bit her lip unconsciously, not knowing what to say. Beside her, Mrs. Liu Shi, Mrs. Xinyang, looked at the girl who was too nervous to speak, and wanted to pat her head open to see what was inside! To drop the chain on such an important occasion!

The other noble ladies around had some regrets that they weren't her, but now they were relieved when they saw the humiliating appearance of Miss Wen in front of her. Seeing her never-before-seen appearance, some noble ladies even covered the corners of their mouths with mocking expressions on their faces.

Concubine Yi also saw her nervousness, so she solved the siege with understanding: "I don't know if Miss Wen can play the piano. If she can, it's better to play a song for this palace."

The noble daughters of this dynasty would learn the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting when they were in the boudoir, of which the qin was the most common. So Yi Fei mentioned this skill that almost every woman can do. Thinking about this Miss Wen, even if she is not proficient, she should not lose too much in front of everyone.

Wen Chuyun, as the direct daughter of the family, also learned the art of piano since childhood. Being led by the palace servants to the front of the guqin, she took a deep breath and put her hands on the strings.

The daughters-in-law looked at Wen Chuyun calmly, and looked at Empress Yi Fei vaguely. Thinking of Wen Chuyun's family background, Empress Yifei should despise her.

But after thinking about it, after all, she was the first noble girl to show her face in front of Concubine Yi, and if she finally got the green eyes of Concubine Yi and gave her a side concubine to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, that would be quite hated.

In the eyes of everyone, the sound of a qin as fast as a clear stream poured out from the bottom of Wen Chuyun's hand.

Some noble ladies with excellent piano skills changed their faces when they heard the sound of the piano. Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous Miss Wen family has such high attainments in piano art. They quietly glanced at the emperor and the concubine Yi, who were at the top, and looked at the satisfied expressions on their faces, and the ladies were extremely jealous.