223 Yiren Red Makeup

The rest of the people also said no more, and even Liang Peihan looked at a pool of sparkling blue water with a gloomy look.

There is a green forest beside the pool, which is green without any bright color. There is another pavilion, which is also green, faintly hidden between the branches and leaves. One of them is particularly conspicuous, like a jade butterfly quietly perched in the forest.

Originally, the queen in a golden silk dress sat in the pavilion, and the wide skirt was spread out with a regular semicircle on the ground, such as the magnificent butterfly wings. Two maids in light green skirts were serving her.

Cheng Xueyan suddenly realized the exquisite design here. In the green bushes, women are like flowers, and it is inevitable that people will not be touched...

Next, the women like flowers flew into the forest one by one, sat around the queen, and sent people to invite the women who entered the palace together, and added a lot of delicacies. So a group of people sat in the forest according to their grade, talking and laughing. Although they were careful, after a while, they found that even the women in the palace were just It's just women. It's easy for everyone to talk about family affairs with each other, find a few people who know each other to gossip and talk about parenting.

In this time, someone sent Prince Yuwen again.

The prince was born by the queen. He has just turned two years old this year and is the only son of Emperor Kangjing.

Du Mizhen saw that the little prince was pink and cute, and couldn't help thinking that her son died early, but now it was not easy to cry, and her eyes were red.

Cheng Xueyan didn't know how to comfort her, but suddenly saw the queen handing her a silk pa with embroidered peony flowers.

Du Mizhen was stunned and just wanted to thank her. The queen shook her head gently, stuffed the veil into her hand, and personally held the prince and put it in Du Mizhen's arms.

Du Mizhen's tears couldn't stop coming down.

Although the little child was two years old, he was extremely sensible. He wiped Du Mizhen's tears with his chubby little hands and comforted him vaguely: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

All the concubines knew that the little prince died on New Year's Eve, and they couldn't help sighing with tears and persuading them one after another.

Cheng Xueyan sighed. Without the unique emperor, they would have been a group of simple and kind women. They were still so young...

I don't know which proposal asked her to teach singing.

She was not in the mood, but the atmosphere is too sad at present.

Thinking about it, the concubines rushed to accompany her. However, after all, their identities were different, and Cheng Xueyan did not dare to bother them.

At this time, a beautiful voice suddenly came from the chaos: "If the Empress accompanies my sister, I'm afraid it's embarrassing to sing, let me do it..."

It turned out to be Qin Gulan.

Cheng Xueyan looked at her with some suspicion, but saw her smile light, sitting lightly beside the piano, and casually plucking a string of strings.

Even if Cheng Xueyan doesn't know much about musical instruments, she can hear that her piano skills are more than one level higher than Cheng Xueman's. Even if Le Feng is afraid of listening to it, she will bow down.

This woman sitting opposite her can't be impressed.

Qin Gulan rubbed the strings gracefully, and his snow coat set against the green background, like a flowing painting.

People always lack the ability to prevent beautiful things. Even though Cheng Xueyan has a preconceived view on her, she can't help praising her that she is indeed a wonderful beauty who can enter poetry and painting.

"Which song is your sister going to sing?"

Qin Gulan's eyes were slightly raised, and the crystal butterfly wings embedded in the corners of her eyes flashed, making her eyes light like water, bright and touching.

Cheng Xueyan really didn't expect to sing which song for a moment, cheerful? Everyone's mood is still a little sad, afraid of being counterproductive; sad? Isn't it worse? You should know that she is facing the emperor's women. Although they are all kind at present, in case of accidentally wrong...

"Since my sister can't make up her mind, it's better to ask her to help her make a decision..."

The slender finger swiped and slipped out a string of flowing sounds, which turned out to be "Yiren Red Makeup".

Cheng Xueyan can't help admiring her intelligence and wit. This song is most suitable for the mood of this group of women in the palace, but it is also reborn and alert. Is it possible that Qin Gulan often secretly pays attention to her teaching of girls?

The alert is only for a moment.

The music is soft and the singing is slow. A woman who could only taste her thoughts alone stood in front of her eyes. In the moonlight, beside the window, she wandered with sorrow. Occasionally, she sighed at the mirror, sighed that the years were easy to pass, and sighed that she was lonely and helpless.

However, it turned out that there was a trace of sadness in the heart of every happy person, but it turned out that there was a little loneliness in every lively moment, and he could only taste the sadness alone in the middle of the night.

Unconsciously, it seems that she has turned into the wandering woman in the world, Gu Ying's self-pity.

"... Looking back at the lonely shadow under the moon, the flowers are falling beside him. There are two vastness in the play, and the dream is in the heart.

Ren Jun's exclusive enjoyment of Yi Hong makeup..."

After the song, the women had their own minds, their faces were quiet, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

A few scattered applause suddenly came from behind him.

Cheng Xueyan looked back in shock, but found that there was a group of people behind her.

Her eyes involuntarily fell on the slender and loose man, her eyes tightened and her chest suffocated.

It's not because he wears a black-colored four-finger wide vermilion silk rolling robe, and the golden dragon's four claws on his chest fly furiously, soaring through the clouds and fog, but because he declared his identity extremely domineeringly, but...

This person is very strange and familiar, and he always seems to have seen him somewhere.

Everyone wanted to lean down and worship, but he waved his hand, as if talking to himself, "Let you enjoy Yi Hong makeup alone..."

Qin Gulan's face suddenly blushed, and her long eyelashes flashed like butterfly wings. Cheng Xueyao's cheeks also turned red. Her eyes wanted to see but did not dare to look at them. Her chest fluctuated violently, as if she didn't breathe a little, she would faint because of insufficient support.

I can't be excited, because this is the most handsome man Cheng Xueyan has ever seen. She has the heroic posture of Cheng Cangyi, the heroism of Han Jiangzhu, the charm of the jade fox, Gu Haoxuan's romanticism... But more... Moreover, Zichen's vulgarity, and even at the moment her eyes first touched this person, she seemed to Seeing the long-lost Zichen, if it hadn't been the inadvertent charm of his smile, she really thought that it was Zichen who appeared in front of her in a dragon robe, but... No, Zichen would never laugh like this. He was always light...

For a moment, it seemed that an electric light crossed his mind, but it was interrupted by his smile again.

This man... is evil! Thinking of such a word, she couldn't help but wonder whether the emperor of Tianhao was selected through beauty pageant?

"Ren Jun enjoys Yi Hong makeup alone..." He muttered again and looked at her.

Although it is evil, there is majesty in the eyes that people can't see. Although it seems to be trying to hide, it is still aggressive.

There is a kind of dignity that is born with invisible but huge pressure.

She couldn't help lowering her head and beating her heart. Is there anything wrong with this lyrics?

Because of his unique identity or because of this man's inherent strong magnetic field and charm, everyone's attention was taken by him, and then fell on Cheng Xueyan, whom he paid attention to.

If Cheng Xueyan has the ability to peep at other people's thoughts, she will hear those concubines say: Shit, why did you choose the location here? How can you ignore that in addition to Lingbo Bridge, this jasper forest is the only way for the emperor and the emperor? Although they are eager to see this rare person all the time, they don't want this character to ignore themselves and stare firmly at others and become the foil of others. However, she is a married woman. Although she is currently free, will the emperor like her? It may not be so easy to recruit into the palace. The etiquette is not allowed, but the emperor has always said that as long as he wants something, he will definitely get it... In case she really enters the palace, what advantages and disadvantages will it bring to herself? Do you want to unite with her or suppress her? Because of her intervention, some people may be out of favor for themselves or bad...

At this time, you need to move your mind quickly and come up with a feasible solution.

Concubine Lan suddenly laughed and took Cheng Xueyan's arm: "Your Majesty, is this song beautiful? The big girl is teaching us to sing..."

"Yes, your Majesty, Miss Xueyan sings very well. If you have nothing to do, why don't you sit down and enjoy it together?"

The queen also stood beside her.

For the current hypothetical opponent, it is better to attract it.

The smile on Qin Gulan's face has gradually withdrawn, and the snow on her clothes seems to be spreading, while Cheng Xueyao stared at Cheng Xueyan with her cheeks.

"I feel that eavesdropping is wonderful. Once I really sit down and appreciate it, I'm afraid I can only see a trembling person, which makes me uncomfortable. How can I still be interested?"

Cheng Xueyan's heart suddenly got angry. Do you think you are the emperor? If you sit there, you will be scared to death?

Immediately raised his eyes and glared angrily, but his anger was half shortened by his indignation and self-impression, but he still stood there unyielding. Concubine Lan kept dragging her clothes and sleeves... How could she look at the emperor like this? It doesn't matter if you die. Don't involve me...

"Father..."

At the critical moment, Yuwen ran crookedly from Du Mizhen's arms and waved Yuwen Hanxing's robe with his little hand: "Hug..."

The eunuch wanted to pick up the prince and put it in his arms. He curled his eyes to stop him, only lowered his body slightly, stretched out his arms, and held Yuwen slightly in his arms. Although his expression was not particularly spoiled, he was also kind. Then he didn't say a word and left with his son in his arms.

A row of eunuchs hurriedly bowed and followed.

I don't know when Princess Xinyue, who changed into a colorful butterfly and wore a light gauze palace costume, turned out of the crowd. Cheng Xueyan squeezed her eyes and pulled her away, regardless of the ugly faces of the concubines.

"Are you scared?" Princess Xinyue did not shy away from it.

Who is afraid? Who are you afraid of? Cheng Xueyan's mouth is hard.

"Aren't you? How can your hands be so cold?"

Cheng Xueyan pulled back her hand... Today, she has offended everyone in the palace.

"In fact, don't look at my royal brother's fierceness, in fact, he likes you very much..." Princess Xinyue is mysterious: "The more he likes something, the more he pretends to be indifferent and deliberately teases him, but everything is very thoughtful. Just now, if he doesn't leave, they don't know how to embarras you later. ?"