Chapter 2875: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (16)

Ranbai just glanced at it briefly, then withdrew his gaze, "I'm not interested." Then he objectively commented: "Shang Jia."

"Oh?" Mo Liyan was very interested, his eyes seemed to be three-point drunk, and the dark and beautiful pupils were all drawn, as if soaking in a jar of sake, "This king I think it's pretty good."

After a pause, he murmured again, the tone was like smoke, and the traces were ethereal and invisible: "It's a pity that I can imitate the dance, but I can't imitate the character..."

He spoke in a very low voice, as if he was talking to himself, and the tone was a bit inexplicable, but the dyed white sounded real.

Imitation?

imitate who?

He didn't notice Mo Qingcang, who was sitting on the high platform, but his face suddenly turned gloomy, and the veins in his clenched fist burst out because of the force.

Just when the dance posture has progressed to the most amazing moment, the dazzling figure surrounded by the middle is like a water hibiscus, a willow posture, and the red sleeves are waving and the waist branches are lightly twisted.

But suddenly-

"Bang!" A sound!

The sound of the wine cup being smashed to the ground by someone was a little sharp, and it was very clear in the atmosphere of the endless string of silk and bamboo, which was enough to see how much force the owner had used.

And the master who smashed the wine cup made them even more frightened.

In an instant there was a certain deathly silence in the brightly lit hall.

"Enough!" Mo Qingcang's face was gloomy, and he reprimanded violently in a deep voice. After he finished speaking, he coughed violently, his chest obviously heaved twice, and the crown glass beads began to shake with his movements. .

The dancing dancers were at a loss, and all knelt on the ground humbly.

The guqin stopped playing instantly, and the scene was quiet, like an empty deserted valley.

All the dancers put their foreheads on the cold obsidian ground with the weakest posture, and their bodies were shaking slightly.

And the imperial concubine, who was smiling softly, was also slightly stunned, not knowing why, or why Mo Qingcang suddenly became so angry.

She glanced at the emperor's face, her heart trembled, and the secret was not good. She quickly got up and knelt down.

Every word she said was like a charm, soft and soft, and it was heart-warming.

If the past were changed,

Hearing this, Mo Qingcang might calm down his anger, and he might feel sorry for the beauty.

But now, looking at the dance that was so familiar that he almost thought it was the return of an old friend, Mo Qingcang couldn't control the anger in his heart. Sweep the kneeling dance.

In the end, the sharpness was fixed on the icy black brocade suit, and the noble man who was playing with the wine cup was unmoved. I saw his expression was wicked and cold, and his thin lips were still slightly curved. Those pairs were very similar. The deceased's phoenix eyes slanted the mountains and rivers, but it was a little bit more cold and demonic, born in the emperor's family.

Mo Qingcang stared at the unbelievably perfect face, as if he could see the elegant appearance of the woman who rolled her sleeves and poured wine for him, as if from yesterday.

At that moment,

Mo Qingcang stood up straight, waved his sleeves and knocked over the porcelain plate and cakes in front of him, completely disregarding the face of the imperial concubine in front of everyone, and angrily rebuked: "Who asked you to put on such a dance? ?!"

people in the field.

I know, pretend I don't know, and look confused.

I don't know, I'm really confused.

Today is the birthday banquet of the imperial concubine. All matters at the banquet, including singing, dancing and drinking utensils, are all arranged by the imperial concubine.

If His Majesty is really angry because of such a dance, the imperial concubine will inevitably be angered.

"Your Majesty..." The imperial concubine opened her beautiful eyes, it seemed a little unbelievable that the man who always sympathized with her actually lost her temper at her birthday banquet. With the majestic look that belonged to the saint, she trembled, and finally Kneeling on the ground, his face was pale: "I don't know, please forgive me!"

"Your Majesty, rest your anger." The queen next to her knew that she couldn't sit down like this anymore, so she knelt down calmly, and glanced at the unsightly imperial concubine, the corner of her lips wiped a sarcastic arc, and it was fleeting again. , as dignified and generous as ever.

Mo Qingcang's eyes were not on the imperial concubine, but stared at the only prince present who was leisurely and graceful like a sharp blade.

at last,

He sneered and left in a rage.

Today's sages are still scheming and wise when they are young, but as they get older and more prosperous, their temperament becomes more lethargic and violent, and the courtiers are used to it.

Just this thing today...

How to see how unusual.

This dance...

The imperial concubine looked at the figure of Mo Qingcang leaving, and her face became paler and paler. She knew that all her glory and wealth came from this man, so she didn't care about the banquet at this moment. Going out, the golden butterfly swayed along with her unsteady steps and hit her side face.

As the most noble existence at the palace banquet and the birthday star of this palace banquet have already left, the atmosphere at the banquet instantly became a bit dull and strange, and a subtle feeling pervaded the splendid hall unknowingly.

at this time,

The only person in charge at the scene was the Queen. Of course the Queen would not choose to leave at this time. She smoothed the folds on the phoenix robe, stood up calmly, stood on the high platform and watched such a scene, smiled slightly, first facing the The dancer, trembling like duckweed on the water, said, "Forget it, you go down first."

The dancer, who has been terrified since the beginning, was relieved when she heard such a sentence, kowtowed and thanked, and then she lowered her head and panicked. She didn't have the enchanting charm when she just came on stage. She kept walking out of the hall with her head lowered. Ruowu glanced at the direction where Mo Liyan was, and as if it was just an illusion, he left without looking sideways.

With the announcement of the queen, the banquet continued among the people with different thoughts, but it didn't take long for it to be hastily ended.

Although the person who said the incident was angered was his biological mother and concubine, Mo Yelei was sitting very steadily, as if nothing was wrong, but who knew the gloomy eyes surging out of his eyes?

When the banquet was over,

Seeing that the good show had ended, Mo Liyan put down the exquisitely made cold wine cup, and left the banquet first without any interest.

Away from the carved beams and painted pillars, the extravagant and floating hall, all the silk and bamboo songs and dances stopped, as if they had never appeared, and the palace was much quieter.

out of the temple,

The cool breeze is blowing, and the trees are swaying in the early summer night, and the insects are chirping.