211 to please who

"No, I can." Yingqiu pinched his sleeve and suddenly clenched his fist, as if taking an oath: "I can!"

After saying that, he grabbed the food box, lifted the lid, and stuffed the dumplings into his mouth without hesitation.

First, he closed his eyes and swallowed it quickly with a generous look, but after a while, the speed suddenly slowed down...

Ying Ruocheng's heart tightened, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and his voice trembled: "Qiu Ran..."

No matter how disappointing it is, after all, it's his own son. If something really happens...

Qiu Ran slowly opened her eyes, smiled at her father, and swallowed the food in her mouth slowly and infinitely: "It's delicious!"

A whisper suddenly burst out in the hall, but there was a pleasant voice like a silver fish scratching across the dark water: "Qiu Ran..."

Yingqiu's beautiful eyes flashed as a sika deer, and suddenly looked at the source of the sound...

Qian Yuxue, the girl who is not as beautiful as mortals, the girl he fell in love with at first sight, is looking at him with a smile, and his eyes are full of affirmation and appreciation.

His eyes were hot, he hurriedly lowered his head, and then grabbed a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

This dumpling is really delicious...

Looking at his son, Ying Ruocheng couldn't help but feel hot in the corners of his eyes.

Anyway, his youngest son is unprecedentedly brave today. Is this thing called "dumpling" really have a magical power?

"In this case, the old minister also tasted it."

Everyone suddenly let out a cry.

But when Ying Ruocheng took chopsticks and picked up something like an ingot, although he was a little hesitant, he still put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Close your eyes... chew... raise your eyebrows... open your eyes... smile...

"It's really good." "Thank you for your kindness, but the old minister is disrespectful."

It turned out to be sitting back in your seat and eating deliciously.

Everyone was stunned... Even Ying Ruocheng, an old stubborn man, was full of praise. Isn't it really a rare delicacy?

Although these nobles are used to eating delicacies, they can't resist curiosity, not to mention that the name of dumplings has been ringing from time to time in the past six months? So they thanked one after another and sat back in their seats. They couldn't wait to pick up the dumplings.

Shang Jing, the minister of the Ministry of Ceremonies, was half-deathly angry, but he always hid behind others and gave advice to guide others to be the first bird. As a result, today's comeback cameback. If it's someone else, he will definitely scold him a few words, but it's Ying Ruocheng...

In order to marry Duan Muxiu, the prime minister's niece, he retired his original wife, who is also the eldest daughter of the Ying family. Since then, he has turned against the Ying family.

Although his position in the court is rising day by day, and his relationship with the Celestial Empire is getting closer and closer, after all, it is not good to be angry with Ying Ruocheng, so he sat down angrily.

But somehow, he stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and chewed it with hatred.

Qian Yu ink smiled at the corners of his lips and his eyes moved slowly.

However, seeing that everyone changed from doubts to praise, they wanted to taste it to their heart's content and worried that they would eat less and less. Unexpectedly, some people peeked at other people's food boxes...

The deeper the smile, so he met the complicated and gloomy eyes of the Prime Minister, and even nodded to him warmly and focused on his food box.

Looking at the snow-white dumplings, a face can't help but appear in front of me... a little stubborn, a little naughty, a little delicate, a little charming...

Unconsciously, tenderness flowed out from the bottom of his eyes, and even the outstretched chopsticks were a little gentle, as if to touch the beautiful woman's cheeks...

Yuncai, I made a lot of money for you. How can you thank me?

As soon as the lips and teeth moved, I suddenly heard a "bang".

The sound was so loud that even if the hall was noisy, Hu Lun could hear it clearly, and immediately a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

When he was about to ask, Qian Yumo suddenly raised his hand...

He hurriedly silenced and looked carefully at the crowd... Luo Wener, don't drop anything that shouldn't be in this group of ancestral dumplings.

I was worried when I heard the master smile.

The laughter gradually shook the whole hall, which made the water vapor fluctuate like smoke.

Everyone shifted their eyes one after another, but saw Wang take out something from his mouth, shining golden and as bright as a star.

Hu Lun came forward, as if talking to himself, "The country is forever..."

The reverse...

"Blessings and longevity..."

Everyone left the table, fell to the ground, congratulated, and cheered the world.

Qian Yumo looked at the golden lock in his palm, and the smile on the corners of his lips seemed to be as soft as old wine.

The water wave murmured, covering the sound of the clothes in the hall. Only Hu Lun heard the master muttering to himself, and his tone was dreamy and intoxicating.

"Yuncai, are you begging the green eyes of the endless lord, or do you want Mo Xi's favor?"

Hu Lun wrinkled his nose... Is there any difference between the two?

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The snow is falling, the sound of firecrackers, and the rising fireworks reflect red, yellow, green, blue and purple on the snow from time to time. The light and dark are intertwined, dazzling and colorful, but it is even more silent.

One more fireworks rose and made a loud noise, so a red light suddenly spread and stained all colors.

In the halo fading and the scattered stars, a figure is looking up, as if admiring the fireworks. When the light finally faded, a dark purple open-sleeved brocade robe appeared.

He stood in the suddenly empty snow, holding a wine jug in one hand and a luminous cup in the other, and his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a huge butterfly.

The wine pot is tilted, and the wine is poured into the cup.

Raise your hand and drink it all.

seemed to have an infinite joyous laugh, and persisted with the pot sinking into the snow-covered forest, and the slowly moving figure looked so lonely in the snow.

A line of piano sound, as if the snow slipped down the pine branches, as if the breeze brushed the treetops, accompanied by the broken cold, drifted over leisurely.

The walking footsteps stagnated, and the corners of his cold lips hooked a smile. He slowly turned around and leisurely walked towards another dense forest...

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Huayue Palace.

Although it is a palace, it looks more like a pavilion. Although it is called "Huayue", it is because there is a series of large holes on the top of the hall, all covered with glass. On a full moon night, seven colors of brilliance will be cast, and once there is no moon, only a round light will be printed on the green brick floor, similar to the moon, but more cold.

At this moment, a young man in a wide blue robe is sitting in a faint circle. At first glance, he looks like a fairy in the moon.

There is a piano on his lap, and his slender fingers are either picked up or touched or hooked, which is extremely beautiful, but there is no string on the piano.

He lowered his head slightly, and his long hair was only slightly tied at the ends of his hair, and some hair was scattered.

There is no wind in the hall, but the hair is gently dancing.

The clothes were also flying, showing that his figure was too thin, as if he were hanging on a shelf, and the spout covered his face, revealing only a sharp jaw. Even so, it is difficult to stop the charm.

He moved gently and stroked the piano very attentively, as if he didn't see the person in the deep purple robe sitting opposite.

The man leaned on his back, supported the ground with one leg, bent his leg, and his body was as skewed as usual. He held a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, and was drinking by himself.

He smiled, turned his head slightly, and his eyes were focused, as if he were listening to a strange sound. However, if someone passes by at this moment, what he heard is just a passing wind.

The man in purple robe listened, but laughed: "What's wrong with Mr. Jiu today? This song has lost the peace and lightness of the past, but there is a little more sadness, and there is a little joy in the sadness, like expectation, and hesitation. If you want to enter timidly, if you want to retreat, you will wander around. If you don't know what to do, you can only look at the moon and sigh... And tonight, there is no moon.

I took out the cup and drank it again.

Qian Yuhong stopped his hand, and the charming corners of his lips evoked a smile: "Brother Wang, it's your heart..."

The finger that moved to the lip suddenly stagnate, and the lips pressed against the edge of the cup, slowly took a sip.

"In the whole palace and the whole world, only Brother Wang can hear the sound of my brother, and only Brother Wang can understand my brother's music. What kind of mood will pop up and what kind of music will be heard..."

"Do you... like her?" Qian Yumo stared at the wine cup between his fingers, as if he saw the clear snow floating in it outside the window, like a meteor crossing the deep night sky, empty and far away.

The scattered hair covered the world's enchanting face. It was difficult to see the look in his eyes, but he smiled: "Since Brother Wang is a confidant of my brother, don't you understand my brother's heart?"

Qian Yumo seemed to be distracted by the wine cup. For a long time, he smiled and drank it up again.

The slender and beautiful fingers brushed the stringless piano again, like a white seagull passing through the silent and deep sea.

Qian Yumo raised his head slightly and put his back of his head against Liang Zhu, as if he was enjoying the rarest and most beautiful music in the world.

The slender fingers are gently brushed, as if they are twisted; the red lips are gently opened, as if singing.

"Wine can make people intoxicated and sober. Brother Wang, do you want to get drunk or wake up..."

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The carved railings are made of jade, wrapped in silver, and the firecrackers are soft and full of laughter.

In the ice and snow, several girls dressed in red, like Lamei blooming on white snow, ran and jumped, surrounded by the girl in a cold smoky skirt jacket in the middle, and burst out one or two screams from time to time, and then, the laughter dispersed like silver bells, alarming the new snow on the branches and falling.

In the snowflakes, there are two people standing.

The one in front of him, with a long jade stand, wearing a snow mink cloak, which makes his face look like snow and black lips.

At this moment, the corners of the lips are spreading and do not belong to the softness of this season. A faint fog floated out of his lips, confusing his look, but it could not blur his vision, let alone the cold and green figure.

The one behind is short and used to hooking his waist, but his behavior is shrewd.

Lin Zi is big, and the front is empty. He can clearly see the bustle, but he wants to hide behind the snow mink cloak and sneaky instructions: "Master, look, what does that look like? It's simply injurified!"