Chapter 291 Competition

Hearing Duan Mu Mingli's words, Yu Jinghong trembled, his confused eyes suddenly woke up, and quickly knelt on the ground: "Weichen lost his honor in front of the imperial court, and I hope the emperor will forgive me."

Mo Ao's eyes moved and nodded slightly: "It's nothing. Come on, send the sobering soup to the rest of the envoy. Yushi, sit back. I have already said that you can have fun today. You don't have to be so polite.

Yu Jinghong knelt on the ground, his head was full of cold sweat, and his eyes looked at Duanmu Mingli with caution and uneasiness.

Mo Junming's eyes moved slightly, and the wine glass raised at the right time blocked the curvature on his lips. The temptation effect this time was really good. The people sent out had already found out that Yu Jinghong was extremely cautious and refused to say a word. To deal with such a person, he had to take the sword to the front. Humph, didn't you put it out?

"Yes, thank you very much for your kindness." Yu Jinghong sat back on his seat and inadvertently wiped the cold sweat on his head with his sleeves, revealing his slightly trembling fingers.

Situ Fenghua sneered. No matter what envoy you are, a few glasses of wine and a little looseness, not everything poured out.

The dancers entered the palace and danced with the music, but their graceful posture did not attract everyone's attention. Most of them were obscurely looking at Duanmu Mingli. Since Yu Jinghong just finished talking about the prescription, everyone has thought about it. Just now, the envoy clearly told the truth after drinking and accidentally revealed Yuhan's plan. This prescription for the plague was regarded as the dowry of the princess. I have to say that this dowry is heavy enough, which is the lives of thousands of people. Ah!

Dangmu Mingli clenched her fingers slightly, with sweat like a broken diamond on her forehead, and occasionally there was a trace of panic in her beautiful eyes, which made people who saw it couldn't help feeling distressed.

"I heard that Yuhan came out of a talented woman, and I saw that the princess was as elegant as a mysterious girl in the mortal world, and I admired it. Can the princess show her talent and let me see it for a while?" When the singers retreated, Mo Junming said that his gentle tone was to relieve Duanmu Mingli.

Dangmu Mingli smiled, with a trace of shyness in her smile: "Thank you, prince, for your love. Mingli's talent is mediocre. It can't be praised by the prince, but there is a Guzheng song that can barely be heard occasionally."

"Father, I dare to ask my father to allow Princess Mingli to show her talent and let me taste Yuhan's piano skills."

Mo Ao nodded as a promise.

Soon the Guzheng was brought up, and Duanmu Mingli sat behind the piano case after saluted Mo Ao and the prince.

The slender ten fingers are on the strings, and the pink nails are like delicate petals. Every time the strings are touched, they jump gently, making people can't help but immerse themselves in it and want to hold those soft fingers in their hands to enjoy.

The cool sound of the piano is like a tingling spring, and the clear sound has no impurities, with a refreshing and fresh feeling.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the piano, Mu Qingya slightly sank her eyes. I have to say that this song is very suitable for Duanmu Mingli. The vicissitudes of the people's customs are open. If it were the popular sounds in the south of the Yangtze River, it is estimated that it will not make people feel a sense of recognition. Now it seems that Princess Mingli's honesty to her before is completely good. How can such a person who knows how to judge the situation be so simple?

"Qin women Duan Li Li Yuzheng, Liang Chen enthusiastically leaped the night wind light, and the ice string was sung for a moment, but she saw the sound of running stars. It's really a good song!" Mo Junming clapped his palm, and his star-like eyes were full of appreciation.

Duanmu Mingli lowered her head slightly, and her cheeks were stained with a blush: "Thank you for your appreciation." Feeling the increasingly hot eyes projected on her, Duanmu Mingli didn't say anything more and turned back to her seat.

When everyone heard Mo Junming say this, they naturally praised Duanmu Mingli Guzheng, and many people praised the prince, and there was a faint tendency to put the two together.

"His Royal Highness is really right. Yuhan is really a talented girl. At the father's birthday banquet, the noble concubine presented a wide-sleeved fairy dance. I don't know how many people were stunned. At that time, Princess Mu was also Fuqin, right? Seeing that Princess Mingli has presented a song, I don't know if Princess Mu is willing to play a song? Mo Junqi sat opposite, with a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold. Mu Qingya. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Do you really think that pushing Duanmu Mingli out can block your light and slowly retreat behind the scenes? You think it's too beautiful!

Mu Qingya's eyes moved slightly and sneered in her heart. This Mo Junwei was really haunted: "Qingya's piano skills are poor, and it is difficult to climb the elegant hall. It happened that some time ago, she accidentally hurt her hand, so..."

Mo Junyan raised his eyes and said with concern: "Do you hurt your hand? This is really a pity. I don't know how Princess Mu hurt her? Have you invited a doctor?

After his such an intrude, everyone's eyes really turned to her. Many people remembered the news they had received before. This person who was proficient in medicine seemed to be Mu Qingya. Didn't the emperor ask her to go to the imperial hospital to help before? Moreover, Princess Mingli's status is too high to marry home easily. This Princess Mu doesn't have so many taboos.

Mu Qingya sneered: "It's nothing, but I was injured when I attended the Lantern Festival two days ago. I think the prince should also know that many people were injured at that time!"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed. Situ Fenghua stood up suddenly and asked coldly, "Princess Mu was also present at that time?"

Mu Qingya's expression remained unchanged. She raised her eyes and asked coldly, "The Lantern Festival is a big festival in Canglan. Qingya naturally wants to watch it when she comes to Canglan. Shouldn't she go?"

Situ Fenghua gritted his teeth, and his sword-like eyes almost pierced Mu Qingya: "No problem."

Mo Junqi didn't expect that Mu Qingya actually brought the topic to the Lantern Festival. Situ Yanran, the only direct daughter of the Situ family, was sacrificed to the lamp god. This matter has almost become a taboo of the Situ family. Her words poked the pain of the Situ family and asked if there were any problems. It really doesn't matter!

Everyone turned away one after another. After all, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, it may not have a good end if she offends the Situ family. They have seen a lot of things about their beauty.

Just as the atmosphere was solemn to a point, suddenly a crisp sound broke the silence. Yu Jinghong fell down on the wine table with a bang, and the cups and dishes broke all over the ground.

Mo Ao took a look and frowned slightly: "What's the matter? Come on, send the rest of the envoys to rest.

"Yes." The two maids of honor waiting beside her quickly set up Duanmu Lingyu, one left and one right, and slowly walked out of the palace, and their faces did not change from beginning to end.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with these extra envoys? Why don't you let him..." Duanmu Mingli said.

"Don't worry, naturally someone will arrange it."

Mu Qingya suddenly tightened her palm, and the slight tingling came to calm her down. She kept comforting herself in her heart. Duanmu Lingyu had been prepared for a long time and should not let herself have anything wrong, so don't worry, don't worry...

Mo Junqing, not far away, keenly put her abnormality into his eyes, clenched his hand holding the glass, and slowly loosened it after a while.

Although Duanmu Lingyu was helped, Mo Ao did not seem to have the intention of ending the banquet.

The queen glanced at the people in the hall and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that you couldn't sleep at night two days ago, so my concubine specially asked Lord Han to ask the monk. Unexpectedly, I really found a Taoist monk and offered a prescription. My concubine did not dare to use it for the emperor, so I asked the people of the Imperial Hospital to specialize. After studying, who would have found that this prescription is really very useful? The monk said that the emperor is the body of the real dragon, but the dragon's body is uncomfortable because of the disturbance caused by villains. It is necessary for the ministers to pray for blessings collectively. Originally, I wanted to tell the emperor, but I just found that this is not a good opportunity? Emperor, can you declare the monk to enter the palace?

"Oh?" Mo Ao became interested, and his face seemed to be much better. "And such things, the queen has the intention to come and proclaim the monk."

Mu Qingya paused slightly and looked at the door with everyone's eyes.

A monk in a shave slowly walked in at the door. His expression was quite kind, with a warm smile on his face. After entering the hall, there was no extra movement. He put his hands together and saluted Mo Ao: "The poor monk has seen the emperor."

"Bold, why don't you kneel down and salute to the emperor?" The eunuch next to him questioned harshly.

Dachen's face is still: "There is a Buddha in the heart of the poor monk. Naturally, there is great respect for kneeling and not kneeling. There is the emperor's majesty in his heart. Naturally, there is also respect for kneeling and not kneeling. The emperor is the body of a real dragon, and even if he does not kneel, the dragon still shines in all directions. The poor monk is already a person who jumps out of the world, and it doesn't matter if he ignores the worldly etiquette.

The eunuch still wanted to scold, but was interrupted by Mo Ao's wave and respectfully retreated aside.

"Are you dust?"

"Yes, the poor monk's law is dust."

"Is it you who gave me a prescription that can make me sleep?" Mo Ao asked coldly.

"I didn't dare to offer it. I just came to Beijing to watch the dragon spirit of the imperial city and found that there was a faint color in the dragon spirit, so I carefully calculated it and sent a prescription to Lord Han."

"Oh? Will you watch the luck?

Chen's smile remains unchanged: "I know a little."

"In that case, you can find two people in the hall and let me see it."

Chen shook his head: "Although the poor monk knows how to watch luck, his personal fate is different, and his luck will change at any time. This is a matter of heaven, and the poor monk dare not say anything."

"It's okay. You can take a look at it at will."

"The poor monk obeyed the order." After bending down to salute, he slowly took two steps forward and glanced at the crowd one by one.

At first, everyone didn't care much, but they became nervous after touching the dust's eyes. At first glance, they were no different from ordinary people, but if you look closely, you will find that there seems to be an irresistible figure inside, leisurely The indifference and wisdom of seeing through the world make people involuntarily feel revered.

Chen looked around the ministers in the hall, shook his head slightly, paused slightly when his eyes swept over Mu Qingya, and walked slowly.