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However, the music rose, and a group of musicians sang and danced on the stage.

So, as in the past, he sat on the throne, while she stood in front of him on the left, occasionally turning around and smiling at him.

This year's birthday banquet is really richer. Everyone almost ignored the image to taste all kinds of delicious food and almost competed for it.

Not to mention, since having this Luo Shangyi, it has greatly satisfied their appetite.

In the past, I always heard what was popular in Tianxianglou. After a long time, I got a little star in the palace, and it depends on whether Wang Shang is in a good mood. And those delicious food, except for the concubines, these palace people can't even smell them, and they can only listen to other people's descriptions to relieve their lusciousness.

Today, although all kinds of delicious food can't be seen every day, at least everyone can share a little bit, especially today... Oh, there is another pagoda-like object on Wang's case.

They recognized that it was called "birth cake". Since they had Luo Shangyi, they appeared on the king's birthday every year.

There is a candle on it. It is said that as long as you make a wish on the candle and blow it out in one breath, your wish will definitely come true.

They don't care much about what Wang Shang wants. What they care about is that they have to cut the cake after blowing out the candle.

The small finger-sized triangle is sweet, soft, smooth and tender, and will melt as long as you hold it.

They didn't dare to let it melt too quickly, so the small piece was between the teeth, lips and tongues, tossed and linger until a few days later, as if they could taste the fragrance of the day.

However, I heard from the palace people who are close to their master that what they get is just a drop in the sea. The cake is beautiful, with all kinds of flowers, birds, butterflies, and words...

The second master was happy and directly enjoyed her "rose", which was the taste...

Everyone suddenly swallowed their saliva and then looked at the " pagoda"... This year's cake is unprecedented. I guess it should be more than a star later, right? Maybe you can also catch a "flower"? However, there are obviously more people this year than in previous years...

is entangled, and the candles have begun to blow in front of him. The queen smiled and said, "I don't know what wish the king has made, but will it come true?"

It seems that only Qian Yumo and Luo Wener have felt the meaning of this tone.

The two looked at each other and did not forget what Dongfang Ning said on New Year's Eve.

Some people seem to be born to add heavy to others.

Qian Yumo found an opportunity to pinch Luo Wener's hand... Don't worry, we will be together at any time!

Luo Wener raised her eyes and was hitting his eyes.

When the eyes touch, the heart is connected.

Dong Ning took a panoramic view of everything, bent the corners of his lips, and called Jingqiao to whisper.

Jing Qiao's face was half hidden by the candlelight, and the nodding smile was so gloomy in Luo Wen'er's eyes that she actually felt as if a cold wind had blown, and she unconsciously shivered.

Qian Yumo is ready to cut the cake.

In previous years, cutting the cake was equivalent to the end of the banquet, and he also wanted to see another surprise of the clouds.

But the queen smiled gracefully: "Yours, the concubine's gift hasn't been received yet. Why don't you wait for the king to see the gift and get together with Shang Yi?

actually directly points out Qian Yumo's intention, which made Luo Wener feel even more ominous.

Qian Yumo also frowned. However, when he saw Jingqiao leading several well-dressed women standing in the corner, he expected to sing a song and dance, so he nodded quietly to Luo Wener.

However, Luo Wener clenched her palm... How could her heart suddenly beat so violently?

When everyone saw that the queen prevented the king from cutting the cake, they were immediately dissatisfied and dared not show it. Look at the women in the corner...

Is this the Queen's gift? It doesn't look special.

So I just stared at the cake and didn't have time to see how the women danced into the entrance.

Luo Wener was worried, so she looked at the women in red for a moment.

Seeing that they seemed to want to protect something, they surrounded the dome and moved in, accompanied by silk bamboo, either rotating or moving, but always surrounded. During this period, several times, it bloomed like petals and gathered together in an instant. However, it could still be seen that there was still one person in the middle, but it opened and closed several times, and the speed was extremely fast. It was not clear what kind of person it was.

Is this person the highlight of this dance?

She stared at the man and occasionally looked at Qian Yumo, but saw that he was just impatient.

Finally, the petals bloomed again, but not like the previous ones, but slowly unfolded, finally revealing the woman in it...

The stamen-like woman half lay on the deep gold velvet carpet in a weak and extremely beautiful posture, with green silk hanging, shining soft light in the candle shadow.

The music gradually slowed down, and a gust of wind blew at the right time, lifting her wide clothes, floating and falling, like a butterfly wet with its wings by the rain.

Luo Wener suddenly felt strange. Looking at it again, the corners of her eyes suddenly jumped...

Whether she misread it because of the candlelight, or because of the candlelight, no one found out... This woman is actually wearing a purple dress!

However, the purple is extremely light, much like the outermost petals of the wisteria.

She hurriedly looked at Qian Yumo. He still looked absent-minded and smiled at her when he saw her.

However, she hurriedly turned her eyes and continued to look at the woman.

The woman began to dance.

If you say how graceful her dancing is, it is not true, but her graceful posture is only a casual action, which is also romantic and unparalleled, which has attracted everyone's attention.

She has no accessories, but between raising her arms and raising her hands, her open sleeves are brushed down, revealing a pair of jade bracelets, lined with slender wrists, shining in the light.

The concubines began to whisper and looked here from time to time, which made Luo Wener confused.

However, when her eyes turned again and fell on the woman again, she suddenly found a problem... This woman thought that there was something wrong with her legs and feet, but it was not obvious, but because she had been lame for nearly a year, no matter how Qian Yumo comforted her, she unconsciously wanted to hide her injured leg, and this That's exactly what a woman is.

She wanted to see her face clearly, because she didn't understand why Dongfang Ning presented a lame woman to Qian Yumo.

But this woman's long hair has been covering her face, and occasionally her hair is curling, revealing her face wearing a silver mask.

When I looked at Qian Yumo again, I saw that he had calmed down. Although he was still tilted on the throne, his body was stagnant and slightly leaning forward, and his hand clasped the armrest. I don't know whether he was stunned by the dance or worried that he would fly out uncontrollably.

His long narrow phoenix eyes opened, and he looked at the woman in the field for a moment, while Dongfang Ning took his eyes away from his face, showing an unfathomable smile.

I don't know when a thin layer of sweat oozed from the palm, which was cool.

Luo Wener moved her stiff fingers, and at this time, the woman had begun to sing.

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River and the tail of the Yangtze River. I don't see you every day, drinking the water of the Yangtze River. When does this water stop? When has this hatred been? I only hope that your heart is like my heart and will live up to my lovesickness..."

The voice is gentle, and the tune is cool, accompanied by a dance like a wave of steps. "When will this water stop? When has this hatred?" The two sentences are like raindrops thrown by a rotating oil-paper umbrella, sad and sad, like crying, endlessly.

I don't know when a figure appeared on the edge of the line of sight, a snow-colored figure.

He walked into her sight like a sleepwalker and walked down the steps like a sleepwalker...

All the people looked at him, looking at the sad figure who almost sang with his life.

He walked towards that figure...

For a moment, she wanted to pull him back. She felt scared that if she didn't hold him, he would walk out of her sight, and even out of her life...

But she just stood fixedly and watched him walk to the man, listening to his trembling voice with some uncertainty and affirmation...

"Purple Smoke..."