Pampering the sea

As the night gradually fell, the palace was lit with candlelight, the lanterns were blown by the wind, and the scent was wafting from the incense burners in the room, which spread far and wide.

On Chengsu Road, the rumble of the carriage had already stopped abruptly, and a man got off the carriage and sedan chair first, and stood aside.

A snow-white and flawless hand protruded from the sedan chair, and at first glance it was a woman's hand, with delicate skin and slender fingers, and a green jade bracelet was worn on the wrist like a jade carving.

The man at the side was dressed in dark purple, with dark eyes on his handsome face. He stretched out a hand, looked at the girl who was startled for a moment with a smile, and then put her hand into his palm, and led her out of the carriage.

Just as he was about to speak, the temperature in his palm had already disappeared.Her hand no longer let him hold tightly.

Turning the head, the woman beside her has a beautiful face, and the mole of tears adds to her softness, but the expression on her face is as indifferent as clouds.

Seeing Yan Zhan looking at him, Xin Yue turned his head, but he didn't see anything unusual, raised his eyebrows and asked softly:

"Is there still a long way to go?"

"Not far."

The location of the palace dinner is very close to Tianxin Lake. At this moment, the sound of silk and bamboo is spreading, and the eunuchs and maids are rushing in and out. The emperor has not come yet. There was a burst of laughter, and many people were elated to be able to participate in the dinner party. Looking around, there was a lively scene.

"Master Yan is here."

Yan Zhan's status in the emperor's heart was incomparable, and the salaries of senior officials were very high, so everyone naturally looked for opportunities to curry favor.

"Brother Yan Zhan."

Yan Zhan dealt with all kinds of flattery politely. Suddenly, a delicate voice sounded like a warbler's cry. Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw a girl in pink clothes standing up behind a low table not far away. Yan Zhan looked at her, her face turned red, and after calling out, she lowered her head again.

"You child, why are you called Brother Yan Zhan when you are so old, you should be called Master Yan." The girl's father said from the side.

"This is Chujing, right?" Yan Zhan paused, remembering the girl's name.

Yin Chujing's father Yin Yun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly brought his daughter forward with a smile on his face:

"Master Yan still remembers my little girl."

His mind was naturally clear, he just wanted to hug the big tree Yan Zhan.

Yan Zhan looked at Yin Yun's hypocritical smile, and the corner of his mouth also raised a smile, as if he was careless.

He took two steps forward, and the girl who hadn't shown up behind him was no longer blocked, and just accepted the baptism of everyone's eyes.

Xin Yue wore the magnolia-colored long skirt that Yan Zhan gave him, with a clear and elegant temperament, like jade soaked in water.She is slender, with a slender willow waist, and her black hair is casually gathered into a flowing cloud bun. A hairpin flower made of pearls is inserted obliquely on the side of the hairpin. It is casual and exquisite, which is her consistent style.

Her temperament is elegant and refined, her appearance is picturesque, she is a peerless beauty, her slender black eyebrows look like distant mountains, her delicate nose is delicate and beautiful, her lips are as delicate as roses, her bright autumn eyes are even more radiant, full of tears, her skin It is very snow white, the skin is made of fat, and the bones are made of white jade.

She looked at the people watching her indifferently, as calm as ever.The cold posture, like the snowy moonlight, is a fantasy dream.

She followed in Yan Zhan's footsteps, and walked away calmly, dressed neatly.

And the girl in the pink dress just now, her face was already pale, her hands were about to smash the silk handkerchief, she lowered her head, her snow-white teeth were firmly embedded in the flesh of her lips.

Looking up again, the man who is as elegant as the bright moon is already sitting far away from her.

Yan Zhan noticed that someone was looking at him, turned his eyes and found that it was a girl in pink, so he raised the wine glass in his hand and smiled at her.

"It's no wonder Master Yan is so popular, so he's showing mercy."

The corners of Xin Yue's lips raised slightly, a rare playfulness appeared on his face.

Yan Zhan laughed softly: "Are you going to offend everyone like you?"

"Mouth stinks enough." Xin Yue glanced at him coldly.

Everyone ate snacks and chatted, singing and dancing, time passed by.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice resounded:

"The Emperor is here."

Everyone knelt on both sides to welcome the emperor's arrival.

The quaint ambergris smelled in his nostrils, and the young emperor walked forward surrounded by eunuchs and eunuchs, stepping on the paved red carpet with the soles of his boots in a bright yellow robe.

When he was beside Xin Yue, he paused slightly.

Then he crouched down.

The ambergris was long and thick, lingering in Xin Yue's nose, Xin Yue lowered his head and frowned slightly, wondering what Zhu Yan's intention was for squatting beside her.

Suddenly, a pair of pale jade hands appeared in front of her eyes.

Unable to allow her to refuse, Zhu Yan stretched out his hand to her arm and helped her up from the crowd of kneeling people.

The young emperor laughed loudly and said: "You saved my life, so you should be exempted from kneeling."

"Thank you... Thank you Majesty Long En."

Xin Yue felt a little uncomfortable being held by his arm like this.

"Is your hand ready? Show me."

Xin Yue stretched out his hand, but Zhu Yan grabbed her hand and looked at her carefully.

"Fortunately, the medicine sent was very effective and did not leave any scars, otherwise I would feel guilty."

Hearing the words of the king of a country, Xin Yue felt complicated, and she replied very officially and politely:

"It is a villain's honor to go through fire and water for the emperor. The emperor said so, which really makes the villain terrified."

Zhu Yan put down her hand, said nothing, and walked straight to the end of the red carpet, where the golden carved dragon chair sat.

"All the gentlemen are flat."

Everyone stood up as they said, and looked at Xin Yue with another meaning in their eyes.

The emperor's favor is like this, so it's strange not to be a concubine.

Sitting down again, the sound of silk and bamboo was melodious, and the dancer was dancing on the stage not far away, her dancing posture was wonderful.

"I always feel that the emperor looks at me strangely."

Xin Yue approached Yan Zhan and said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Zhan took a sip of his wine, his voice low.

Xin Yue fell silent, and she couldn't tell why.

Yan Zhan put down his wine glass, cleared his throat, and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of the Emperor?"

"It's...not bad."

"What do you mean it's not bad?"

"What can I say, that's all."

"Oh." Hearing Xin Yue's reluctant tone, the corners of Yan Zhan's mouth turned up.Then he asked: "Then, if the emperor wants to accept you as a concubine, will you be willing?"

"Shit."

Xin Yue almost stood up.

Listening to her swearing again, Yan Zhan couldn't laugh or cry on his handsome face.

"I'm not pretty, it doesn't make sense." Xin Yue frowned and muttered.

"Where?" Yan Zhan said suddenly.

"Oh? Didn't you say I'm not pretty?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows.

Yan Zhan's face turned red suddenly under the gaze of Xin Yue's bright eyes, Xin Yue hooked the corners of his lips, thinking that he would say something to praise her, but he didn't expect him to recover his expression soon, and the words he spit out surprised her .