Of course, such delicious food must be given to Emperor Sima Zhong first.
Mao Hongbin had already hurriedly selected the two best pieces of mutton from Liu Sheng, put them on the plate, and handed them to the emperor from Zhang Du.
Everyone also watched eagerly as Sima Zhong ate it, and narrowed their eyes with satisfaction.
“It’s so delicious!”
"Then please, Your Majesty, two more pieces." Mao Hongbin asked with a smile, "This roast mutton is best eaten when it is hot."
"Why is the smell gone?" Sima Zhong nodded, and Zhang Du naturally handed the empty plate to Mao Hongbin.
Liu Sheng and Liu Gu moved faster and began to roast more mutton to distribute to other royal ministers.
The aroma became stronger and stronger, and many people who had not eaten the roast lamb suddenly felt that the dishes in front of them no longer smelled good, and they waited eagerly to see if they could take a bite.
"This is added with spices from the Western Regions to cover up the aroma. Of course, it still needs to be baked on site. The mixture of aromas will make the eater ignore the smell." Mao Hongbin explained patiently, holding a Without stopping, he picked out a few good pieces and presented them to Sima Lun respectfully.
Sima Lun naturally ate it in a few bites and was satisfied.
Everyone was not in their seats, but gathered around the fire. Watching Liu Gu and Liu Sheng roasting mutton, they felt that watching the actions of these two people was also a food show.
At this moment, a very clear shakuhachi sound suddenly sounded, and everyone was shocked.
It is indeed ethereal and distant, like fairy music floating from mid-air.
Following the sound, among the many musicians, a bearded musician had stood up and was playing a very beautiful Shakuhachi tune.
Immediately, there was another shakuhachi sound, coming from the dancers in the back hall.
This shakuhachi's voice was whimpering, with an extremely resentful bass reverberating, and there was actually a faint sound of crying.
Just when everyone was still looking for the second player, an elegant dancer came out, light and agile, with slender limbs.
What's a little surprising is that her dress doesn't reveal anything, but it outlines a beautiful figure. There is also a long red satin wrapped between the arms, flying up and down with the movement of the body, which is extremely beautiful.
The sound of the first shakuhachi has weakened, following the sound of the second shakuhachi, faintly visible.
The dancer danced gracefully to the syllables of the second shakuhachi, and slowly walked among the crowd.
"Jinghongwu?" someone shouted.
"Why Jinghong Dance? Isn't this tune Sauvignon Blanc?" someone asked.
"She is good at dancing with red sleeves, has an exquisite figure, her eyes are moving, and her tune is melodious. These are the words someone used to describe the stunning dance of Mrs. Xiahou back then."
"Although she is wearing a veil, she is obviously the Queen."
Although no one dared to speak louder, murmurs had begun, growing louder as the dancers moved.
Sima Zhong stared at the red-sleeved dancer in front of him, feeling a little dazed.
In fact, not only Sima Zhong, but also Sima Lun, Sima Ying and others also looked at this elegant dancing woman, and for a moment they couldn't put her together with the pretty little queen.
The tune became more and more resentful, and even made the sound of sobbing and crying.
The sound of the first shakuhachi rose slightly, and the dancer's steps paused. But at this time, the syllables of the second shakuhachi are deeper and the sound is broken and out of tune.
Only then did everyone look from the dancer to the player of the second shakuhachi.
She is a beauty.
At this time, her face was bloodless, her eyes were closed, and she was playing the shakuhachi vigorously. Her whole body was shaking, but she was walking towards the dancers and the crowd step by step.
At this time, two maidservants quickly walked to the center of the hall holding a long curtain and floor-length umbrella. Their attire was the same as that of Yang Xianrong, and they covered her in it and quickly spun around.
There is wind, flying.
Motobijin, who was playing the shakuhachi with his eyes tightly closed, sounded more confused and his hands became stiff.
Liu Yao walked out from the group of musicians. He was the first shakuhachi. But his melody couldn't keep up with Yuan Meiren's tuneless music. The two voices mixed together, creating an extremely harsh sound that disturbed the mind.
Yuan Meiren finally stopped as the rotating umbrella cover and red sleeves brushed her cheeks.
But at this time, a resentful woman's voice came from the door of the hall.
"The Great Winter Banquet, how lively it is, I should come."
"Who is it?" Yuan Jianshuo, the commander of the imperial army who was guarding the entrance of the hall, had long sensed that something was wrong. When he heard the noise, he even drew his sword.
But the woman just chuckled, "Yuan Meiren, you are finally standing on the main hall. Look, the emperor is looking at you, you can be the queen."
Yuan Meiren frowned when she heard this, but did not open her eyes. She was still playing the shakuhachi and seemed unable to stop.
Liu Yao had already walked to her side. Different from her urgent whimpering, his voice was as long as one, which was in sharp contrast to it.
At the same time, a woman appeared from under the umbrella cover, still dancing to the tune of Yuan Meiren. Her long sleeves were stretched, graceful and elegant, and a little more charming.
Yuan Meiren turned to face the dancing woman.
"Empress," Zhang Du shouted out first, "Don't jump, something's not right with Yuan Mei."
Before he finished speaking, the voice at the door of the hall rang again.
"Yuan Meiren, please kill the queen, and you will be the queen!"
"Ren Meiren, I told you to kill the queen!"
"Ren Meiren, this is the only way to achieve prosperity and wealth!"
"Ren Mei, the emperor is right in front of you."
This woman's voice was extremely strange, rising and falling, and seemed to have the tones of two people.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Yuan Jianshuo didn't care about so much, "Come here, find him for me!"
"Yuan Meiren, kill the emperor! Avenge your child!" Suddenly the woman shouted loudly, and Yuan Meiren's shakuhachi sounds suddenly stopped. She actually pulled the shakuhachi in her hand away, revealing a delicate but sharp knife. The knife stabbed straight towards the emperor.
Sima Zhong still stood there stupidly, without reacting.
The dancer who danced next to Sima Zhong pushed Sima Zhong towards Zhang Du, and she reached out and picked up the iron skewer for roasting mutton and stopped Yuan Meiren's sharp knife.
Yuan Meiren missed the target, and it was impossible to take action again.
Liu Yao had already rushed over from behind her and hit her on the back with a palm. Yuan Meiren vomited out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
At this time, another person ran out from under the umbrella cover. She rushed towards the door of the hall and shouted to Yuan Jianshuo: "Above the door, catch me!"
Yuan Jianshuo saw that it was Cui Xi, and then he looked up and saw an old woman lying on the beam at the entrance of the hall. She was all dressed in black. If she hadn't been shouted out, it would have been impossible in the night. be found.
(End of chapter)
