When they arrived at Chaoyang Hall, all the officials had already taken their seats, and the ladies and ladies quickly sat down according to their positions. Because the General Dingguo Mansion did not have the mistress, Nalan Wan was arranged in the front of the second row, without showing off the limelight, and could see most of the hall.

Looking at the front of Chaoyang Hall, two white jade steps extending upwards. The slight curve gives the hall a soft breath. The steps paved with white and warm jade are filled with a faint light, as if showing low-key luxury.

The top staircase is very wide. There are two gold chairs and tables made of gold in the middle, which are so dazzling that they cannot be ignored. The position on the left is for Emperor Yongding, and the position on the right is for the most favored Concubine Hui.

Since the death of Prince Mingzhao's mother and Empress Nalan Wan's aunt, Emperor Yongding has never made a new queen.

After two gold tables and chairs, several yellow rosewood tables and chairs were placed in turn, which were seats for those concubines with status. The second staircase downward was much narrower. Two white jade tables and chairs were placed on the left, and three white jade tables and chairs were placed on the right, all of which were the same as the white and warm jade paved on the stairs. At this time, the five seats were already full of people.

Nalan looked up at the night and saw five handsome and handsome men sitting on the second stairs. She only knew one of them, which was the young prince she met in the imperial garden. When she looked at the palace clothes the other four were wearing, she was even more sure of what she thought.

I saw the man leaning on the seat made of Baiyu, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other, pouring and drinking on his own, and having an unspeakable romantic freehand painting in every move.

Before the banquet was opened and the emperor had arrived, the man actually opened the banquet without any scruples. He was so arrogant! If he changed someone else, he would be charged with a very disrespectful crime immediately.

The other four men, Nalan Wan, didn't know them, and vaguely remembered the appearance of Prince Mingzhao, while the others could only identify them based on their respective court robes.

The man sitting next to Ye Shurui was wearing a light yellow eight-clawed dark dragon court suit. It was the prince's cousin Ming Zhao who she had only met once. There was still the familiar outline between her eyebrows and eyes when she first met four years ago.

On the other side, the person sitting on the right was wearing a dark red four-clawed dark dragon court suit, slightly older than the others, so it was undoubtedly King Su Mingyin. One person next to him was wearing a brown four-clawed dark dragon court suit, and the other person was wearing a crimson four-clawed dark dragon court suit. The younger one could tell at a glance that it was King Yu Mingjun, and the Xuan Mingkai in the middle. The other princes were all underage and sat beside their mothers.

"The emperor arrived, and the concubine Qin arrived--"

When Nalan Wan was about to look at the banquet opposite to see his father's seat, a loud and sharp roar sounded. Everyone left their seats to salute, and the sound of "Long Live" resounded throughout the palace.

The emperor walked through the middle of the palace and stepped up the white jade steps. Looking at the families of officials who surrendered in front of him, his face was filled with joy and peace. This scene was pleasing to the eyes just by looking at it, not to mention the boundless power of turning hands to turn hands to the clouds and rain. It is no wonder that since ancient times, countless people have fought for the position without any means.

When the emperor happily gave up the gift and then took his seat again, Nalan Wan had already seen his father General Nalan Huai's majestic and upright figure in the front of the first row opposite.

"Today is my birthday. I wish to share my joy with all my beloved ministers. You don't need to be polite and don't return without getting drunk!" The emperor, who was forty, was filled with deep smiles in his deep eyes. He was full of energy as soon as he opened his mouth. His whole person exuded a majesty that shocked the world but was not sharp, instantly making people surrender.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Congratulations on your longevity than the southern mountains and the East China Sea." The ministers thanked each other in a tacit understanding.

The emperor waved his hand and drank a cup of imperial palace wine with a smile.

After three rounds of drinking, the emperor turned his head to the dignified and gorgeous Concubine Hui beside him and said, "My beloved concubine, I'm sorry, you'll host today's birthday party for me. I wonder what programs will be next?"

The gorgeous rose-red palace outfit makes Hui Fei extremely beautiful, and her eyes are filled with a gentle charm, but it doesn't make people feel that she is charming, but instead has a kind of charm in her beauty. It's no wonder that she is so beautiful.

At this time, Concubine Hui could only say in a gentle voice: "It is my blessing to be able to hold a birthday for the emperor, and I dare not say that I have a hard time. In the past, the birthdays were performed by the ministers after the dance music. Today, I have a new idea, just to give the emperor a surprise, and I haven't told you to the emperor yet!" Half of the seriousness and half of it was acting coquettish, Concubine Hui took the right amount of her inch, and she had neither lost her generosity nor tenderness.

"Oh? Let's hear it!" The emperor's curiosity seemed to be easily drawn out, and he asked with great enthusiasm, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

Nalan Wan listened to the conversation between the two people above and curled her lips boredly. What else could she have surprises? Isn’t it just to let the ladies perform their talents? A month before the birthday party, Hui Fei asked the palace servants to go to various prefectures to collect the list of ladies’ programs.

As expected, Hui Fei said softly: "The ministers' gifts are still lifes. I have ordered people to register them. Why not today's birthday party will be used to perform tributes. After the dance music is performed, the officials will perform their talents for the emperor. How about it?"

"The beloved concubine is indeed intent!" Emperor Yongding has always been diligent and rarely has time to enjoy singing and dancing to peace on weekdays. Now he is happy to hear Concubine Hui's words. Moreover, the officials' ladies are the ones who perform their skills. They are more elegant than actors in theaters or palaces. They agree at once, "Okay, let's follow the words of Concubine Hui."

After hearing the emperor's permission, everyone under her seat looked at each other tacitly.

Although Concubine Hui's actions were to give the emperor a surprise, they were a little overbearing. Not only did the emperor not pursue the matter, but he became more and more enthusiastic, which shows that Concubine Hui's favor is so strong.

"What's the point of just performing skills?" Just as the palace servants were ready to invite the ladies from all over the country to start performing their talents, a loud voice came from above.

Nalan Wan looked at the place where he spoke, and saw the figure of the silver-white brocade robe with dark patterns on the sea of ​​clouds. Ye Shurui raised his wine glass and his eyes as bright as a sea of ​​stars swept across the female seats inadvertently. When he saw Nalan Wan in front of the second row, his deep starry eyes paused slightly and then continued to wander, his eyes were bold and arrogant.

All the ladies who had been scandalized by his eyes bowed their heads in embarrassment, and many of them had surprise eyes. Nalan Wan put this feeling into her eyes, and her lips were almost invisible and slightly curled. The princess and sons were indeed all romantic!

When the emperor heard the sound, he turned his eyes to look at the silver-white figure, as if he had become accustomed to his behavior of disregarding etiquette. Not only did he not blame him, but he asked with a hint of indulgence: "Oh? What should I do with Yishurui's opinion?"

Shu Rui? It's him.

Nalan Wan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes that were calm and unwaveringly exploring slightly. This guy now looks like a playboy, no similar to the sad young man in the bamboo forest in the back garden of Prince Jin's Mansion. It seems that except for a handsome face that is both angry, there is no trace of me on his body!

Ye Shurui had retracted his gaze of looking at the women, looked up and finished drinking the American wine in the glass. He smacked his lips as if he was still unsatisfied, and then raised his head again. He glanced at Nalan Wan, who was sitting at the table intentionally or unintentionally, and replied to the emperor's words: "It's too boring to perform the show. It would be better to give the winner a reward. Isn't this performance more interesting?"
Chapter completed!