MTL - The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor-Chapter 432 Palace Banquet (below)
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However, it turned out that Wu Mei Niang and Li Zhi were already familiar with it so early. Perhaps Li Zhi disregards the condemnation of the world, and the woman who has to establish his father is not only because of her beauty.
The playmates in childhood, the incitement of youth, the obsession with youth, and the means of Wu Mei Niang, how can Li Zhi resist?
Yan Yan is in the noise, listening to their conversation, as if she has seen the vague outline of the future female emperor.
Song and dance pause, Wei Guizhen only makes Yan Yan hold a child closer. There is no shortage of children in the palace. The palaces have only seen the twins. It is rare to see them. If the children are close to each other, they will be close to each other. If they don’t close their eyes, they will look at it.
Wei Guiyan looked at the child gently, and the lips were slightly open, saying: "Reward."
She opened her head and the rest of the people also gave birth to gifts.
Yin Xian smiled and got up, holding a piece of jade engraved with auspicious patterns, and personally gave it to a child. "It is really gratifying that Xiao has such a blessing."
Yan’s Yin Xian, her grandmother is from Du Gu’s, and she has some relatives with Yan’s family. She tried to bring Yan’s while she did not forget to use this relationship to win the lonely and Xiao’s. A woman who seems to be weak is not as simple as it seems.
Which of Li Shimin’s embarrassment is simple?
Yan Yan smiled a little and thanked him. I couldn't help but glance at Shu Shu. This elegant woman, sitting there, has no sense of existence. It is hard to imagine that this is the daughter of Emperor Sui and the biological mother of Li Wei.
When Yan Yan had just returned to her seat, there was a servant who walked in and walked in front of the main seat. He said: "The maiden, the sacred slaves, and the ladies and ladies, went to the garden to enjoy the fireworks."
"Good." Wei Guiyu looked around in a circle and said: "I must be bored in the house, go out and have a look at the fireworks, maybe you will be fortunate enough to hear the official poems."
Looking at the surroundings, everyone is happy, but she is close to Du's, and she can see that the smile has not reached the bottom of my eyes.
It must be said that the so-called palace banquet is actually a very boring activity. Unlike the privately-sponsored banquet, this kind of banquet is mostly based on the rules of ritual system. The songs and dances performed are mostly lyrics, and the words are also grand. The person who presides over the banquet does not need to arrange the performance so wonderfully. Everything must be ceremonial.
However, the women of Datang can always have fun at the boring banquet, for example, they are passionate about you, as if they like it very much, but they may not really like it, and they may not be malicious. Maybe they listened to your gossip in the workshop. Run over to see the protagonist of the gossip and add a side to the side to get a new gossip.
Therefore, if they are noticed at the banquet for no reason, they will inevitably reflect on what they have done recently.
And Yan Yan will never be so troubled. She has always said that others have others and have passed their own.
The women of the life have risen up and waited until Wei Guizhen and others first, and then went out in order.
Because of the curfew, there are not many dinners in the Tang Dynasty. Only during special holidays, the gates of the city will be postponed, and large celebrations will be held. Occasionally, they will be open all night, and the stars will be thin and the rows of lanterns will be bright. The interest of everyone is very high, a little ridicule, not strictly following the level of walking.
A woman with a light-colored sash skirt walked to the side of Yan Yan and smiled and said: "Does the lady still remember me?"
The woman is about the age of seventeen or eight, but she still wears a girl, lively and beautiful.
"Duo Gu Niang." Yan Yan slightly manicured.
Yan Yan had only seen Du Gu Yanyan twice, and she did not have a deep impression on her. She only remembered that she had a good relationship with Princess Baling, so she even had a bad sense of her.
Du Gu Yanyan did not seem to see the coldness of Yan Yan, and continued: "Mrs.'s children are really beautiful, and I was able to see Xiao Langjun dancing at the banquet. It is really like."
Every mother likes others to praise their own children, just as every woman likes others to praise her for being a bit or beautiful, but Yan Yan obviously does not eat this set, "Yes, thank you."
Du Guyan knows that Yan Yan doesn't like herself, but she thought that no matter how Yan Yan always puts the surface on her work, as long as she is willing to talk, things will turn, but now this situation is quite embarrassing.
"I think." Yan Yan thought a little, and felt that there was really no need to make a fool with Du Gu, so he said softly: "Multiple lines of injustice will be self-sufficient. Some bad things have already ended. Accept it with peace of mind, otherwise it may be a more tragic result. Du Gu Niang is a person with affection and righteousness, but sometimes it is worth noting that the value is not worth it.
Du Gu Yan Yan is silent. Since his father passed away, the solitary family has been far worse than before. In this world, people are walking away from tea. She has long had no hope. Princess Baling treated her like a sister, but now she is forbidden at home. It is likely to be a life-long ban. She just doesn't want to be as ruthless as the world, never thought worthless.
"Yan Yan is taught." Du Gu Yan Yan slightly owed a gift, but did not know whether to listen to it, sideways to the side of the road, retreated to the back.
The place where the fireworks are seen is in a large open space in the garden. There are screens on all sides, and the lanterns are raised high. With the slight night wind, it is also beautiful.
Before Yan Yan went in, he hired a housekeeper and rewarded some objects. He asked him to go to the official to pass a few words to Xiao Shilang.
In the open space surrounded by the screen, everyone found their own seats and chatted with each other.
"The two young Lang Lang and Xiao Niang are very good." A woman smiled and praised her.
The woman was about ten years old, dressed up slightly old-fashioned, but the facial features were correct, her eyebrows bent, and she looked very kind.
Yan Yan applied a gift, but did not ask for identity, then the woman said: "Hey is Xie, the husband is Li."
Li’s officials, known to Yan Yan, only have Li Jing, who is at home, and Li Ji, the military secretary. Yan Yan saw that her class was not high, but she did not flinch when she spoke to her. Li Jing’s family did not meet her age-old daughter-in-law, and she guessed: "Are you a family member of the military department?"
"That is my Avon." Xie Shidao.
Xie saw that Yan Yan was not good at chatting, and he took the initiative to find a topic, and occasionally knocked on the side-clicking question about the daughter of Zheng’s daughter, and Yan Yan also confided some distress.
The ladies next to each other seem to be busy, in fact, all of them have erected their ears and listened to the dialogue here. This is the first-hand news, how can I miss it!
After a short time, the servant returned. When Xie’s visit to the house was to find the face, he left with great interest.
The servant whispered: "Mrs., the officials gathered in the main hall to discuss things, and the slaves could not enter."
Yan Yan’s heart is tight, isn’t it about watching fireworks? How do you suddenly discuss politics? In this case, it is clearly a big deal!
"What winds did you hear? Why did you discuss things at this time?" asked Yan Yan.
The waiter lowered his head in uneasiness and said: "The slaves don't know."
With his voice, he only heard the sound of "嘭" and opened a fireworks in the night sky.
Then, two flowers, a deep night sky, bloomed with flowers. Yan Yan’s heart jumped a bit with the sound of “嘭” and “嘭”.
Yan Yan thought turned around and murmured: "...can be in the temple?"
The internal service hesitated a bit, and the heart felt that there was no news to reveal the reward. I was afraid that it would offend the lady. It is not a secret to think of the news he will say. It is only a slave to talk about this matter. Then the voice was pressed low. "After returning to the lady, since the death of An Zhen, I have not gone to the DPRK, and refused to see the Holy."
There is a blank in the brain of Yan Yan. Is history going to be rewritten?
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