Just when the string in Zhen Qingyin's heart was about to break, Wei Yi's pipa finally dropped the last note, and the prince's sword pointed in the air.
The old man took the lead in applauding.
The atmosphere in Tingxue Pavilion reached a climax at this moment.
It wasn't until the prince held up a sword flower and put the sword into its scabbard that Zhen Qingyin let out a long breath, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.
She raised her hand and wiped the cold sweat with a silk handkerchief.
The old Duke was full of praise: "The prince is heroic and has the style of Taizong."
The Taizong in his mouth was the founding emperor of Dajing.
The prince turned his hand and handed the sword to Feng Youxi. With a calm breath, he cupped his hand and said humbly: "Grandpa, you are so complimentary."
When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhen Qingyin wiping sweat.
It's such a cold day, where did the sweat come from?
Scared?
He was quite helpless, hoping that this sword dance could appease her fear that day.
The young lady is always afraid of him and avoids him - it greatly affects his ability to complete system tasks.
Feng Youxi handed the sword to the young eunuch, turned around, and saw the prince looking at Miss Zhen.
Understood, the hard-working sword dance was specially for Miss Zhen to watch. He said, how could His Highness give Duke Chao such dignity and dance the sword for the Song family in public.
It turns out that Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong.
Feng Youxi felt sad. How had His Highness the Crown Prince ever pleased a girl like this?
The sun moved to the middle of the sky, and Yin Ruzhu urged everyone to sit down at the table: "... After lunch, we continue to be stubborn. How can we be hungry?"
The prince felt a little tired, nodded and sat down.
During the banquet, they exchanged glasses of wine and exchanged cups.
Yin Ruzhu spent a lot of money to buy a batch of sea goods just to entertain the prince.
A luncheon can be regarded as a feast for the guests and the host.
Zhen Qingyin regretted that she was used to being taciturn, saying as little as possible, for fear of tiring herself, and even more afraid of trouble catching up with her.
No, my aunt didn't know Wei Ji's nature, but she didn't know that flattery would fall on the horse's leg.
Even though Wei Ji was eating to his heart's content, with a happy face, and repeatedly praising "Auntie, you are so thoughtful," in fact, in his heart, he was probably secretly calculating how much money he spent on this lunch, and where the money came from. Is it because Chao Guogong plundered the people's fat and people's anointing?
From the perspective of readers and the common people, Wei Ji is worthy of the character of "loyal, filial, virtuous and benevolent, jealous of greed as much as hatred", but from the perspective of corrupt officials, Wei Ji is no different from the King of Hell in the underworld.
In the middle of the luncheon, Chao Guogong had a few glasses of wine. He was a person who got drunk after drinking. His cheeks were as red as if they were stained with rouge, and he insisted on pulling Wei Yi to accompany him.
"I want to dance with the sword too!"
Wei Yi touched the "Invite God" today, and he was in high spirits. He dropped the wine cup and stood up, hugging the pipa lovingly as if he were a beautiful woman.
This time, he played "Guangling San".
Unexpectedly, after Duke Chao drew his sword and took seven steps, he fell to the ground with a thud.
The whole room was quiet, waiting quietly.
Everyone thought that Duke Chao was going to make some strange move.
After waiting for a while, I heard Chao Guogong snoring like thunder.
Wei Yi heard the snoring, her fingers were messy, and she was so stunned that she couldn't recover for a long time.
He couldn't believe that someone actually fell asleep under his music. It was the first time in history!
"Pfft -" Yin Ruzhu, who was entertaining the guests, laughed out loud first, out of breath, and cursed with a smile, "It's true that wild boars can't eat fine chaff, which made everyone laugh. My father-in-law is a rough man in the army, so he If you want to be arty, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps, but he was better. He fell drunk in seven steps and wasted the pipa of Mr. Wei Yi and the interest of His Royal Highness. Oh, why don't you carry the Duke down quickly and let him give it to you? Do you want to play the role of 'Thunder and Thunder'?"
Song Xiang called out to his father anxiously. He was the first to rush to help Duke Chao, and the second one was Song Chi, followed by the servant from Duke Chao's mansion.
When everyone was carrying Duke Chao past Yin Ruzhu, Yin Ruzhu almost lost control and kicked him on the butt.
Starting from the ladies' table, everyone burst into laughter.
The squeamish little lady laughed so much that she started coughing.
Zhen Qingyin was so embarrassed for her aunt that she scratched her toes on the ground, and felt that her uncle was so cute. The corners of her pursed lips slowly rose, and the shallow dimples gradually deepened.
Well, she was not the only one who stood out today. Her uncle's appearance had actually blocked her light.
The prince glanced at her, with a smile in his eyes. He drank half of the remaining wine and said to the old duke, "Uncle is too honest."
He never doubted his uncle's loyalty.
My uncle danced with the sword because he was eager to please him.
That's all, it's quite pitiful to see how everyone in the Song family is so frightened.
After hearing this, the old Duke finally put his mind to the truth, his eye sockets became hot, and he picked up the wine pot and poured wine for the prince.
"Your Highness is generous and doesn't care about his lack of etiquette."
The younger members of the family still need to work hard and not get carried away by relying on the power of the imperial concubine and the prince.
After lunch, the smell of food filled the snow pavilion. The sons and gentlemen of the Song family gathered around the prince and Wei Yi for a tour of the garden, while the ladies dispersed in twos and threes.
The girls of the Song family were extremely honest today. They did not deliberately go to the garden to meet the prince. Instead, they went back to their respective courtyards and stayed at home.
Zhen Yuanyuan swayed left and right unable to sit still, and lost another round of checkers. She found an excuse to send Song Xiang out, then hugged Zhen Qingyin's arm and shook it hard.
"Sister, sister, I know you are the best, can you help me? The last time I saw him, it was at the prince's birthday party. We left in a hurry that time and I didn't have time to talk to him properly."
Zhen Qingyin nodded her forehead and said angrily: "Every time I meet Wei Yi, my sister becomes a tool and background. I have to stand aside!"
"How dare you! My sister is of course the most important person to me," Zhen Yuanyuan said her kind words for free, "Sometimes I dream that my sister and I are the same person."
Zhen Qingyin's eyelids twitched and she asked calmly: "What dream?"
"I don't know, it's so weird, it seems like it's not the same world as ours. When I wake up from the dream, I forget everything. I only have some vague memories of dreaming about you. Hehe, who told us to have the same face? Did my sister dream about you? I?"
"Of course I have dreamed about you."
Zhen Qingyin's heart sank.
Zhen Yuanyuan's words really frightened her.
She had a bad premonition.
It seemed that something more outrageous and ridiculous was happening silently in a place she didn't know about.
In the end, just like every time before, she did not withstand Zhen Yuanyuan's hard work and helped her and Wei Yi watch the wind again.
Zhen Yuanyuan and Wei Yi are destined to be together. When they came to the garden, before they asked the maids to inquire secretly, they passed through several hollow carved walls and saw Wei Yi.
There was no one else around Wei Yi, sitting alone in the high pavilion.
The pavilion was surrounded by straw mats, which were blown around by the wind, causing air leakage from all sides.
He was probably thinking that if he sat higher, he would be found by Zhen Yuanyuan earlier.
They bumped into each other, one rushed down from the pavilion, and the other rushed up from the rockery towards the pavilion.
Just like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl whom I haven't seen for a year.
Zhen Qingyin stopped under the verandah, wearing a white fox fur cloak, and looked at them from a distance.
Her eyes fell on Wei Yi.
Wei Yi's face turned white from the cold and his lips were a little purple.
——Wei Yi’s heart for Zhen Yuanyuan is truer than gold.
Zhen Qingyin's eyes followed the two of them, feeling both pleased and satisfied, but also habitually heartbroken.
The prince turned around the corridor and saw Zhen Qingyin standing in front, smiling slightly, her dark eyes staring at a pair of little mandarin ducks expressing their love for each other.
A beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, fragrant cheeks like clouds, bright and moving.
He smiled and was about to speak out when he suddenly noticed.
Zhen Qingyin looked at Wei Yi with something wrong.
