Chapter 2872

Dyed white just glanced at her and took back her eyes. "Not interested." she objectively commented, "it's still good."

"Oh?" Mo Liyan was very interested. He seemed drunk at the bottom of his eyes. Against the dark and beautiful pupils, he seemed to be soaking in a jar of sake. "I think it's very good."

After a pause, he whispered again. The tone was like smoke, and the strands were ethereal and invisible: "it's a pity that you can imitate the dance posture, but you can't imitate the character..."

He spoke in a low voice, like talking to himself. His tone was dizzy, with some inexplicable regret, but ran Bai listened really.

Imitation?

Copy who?

Didn't notice the Mo Qingcang sitting on the high platform, but his face suddenly became gloomy, and his clenched fist burst into green tendons, because he made a creaking noise.

At the moment when the dancing posture has reached the most amazing moment, the dazzling figures surrounded in the middle are like water hibiscus, the posture of willows, and the light twisting of waist branches when waving red tea.

But suddenly——

"Bang!"!

The sound of the wine lamp falling heavily on the ground is a little sharp, and it is also very clear in the atmosphere of silk and bamboo string music, which is enough to see how much strength the owner has used.

The owner who smashed the wine lamp made them more frightened.

The brightly lit hall showed some kind of dead silence in an instant.

"Enough!" Mo Qingcang's face was gloomy and his voice yelled violently. After that, he coughed violently, his chest obviously fluctuated twice, and the crown glass beads began to shake with his actions.

The dancing dancers were at a loss and all knelt humbly on the ground.

The Guqin stopped playing instantly, and the scene was quiet, like an empty valley without people.

All the dancers pasted their foreheads on the cold Obsidian ground in the weakest posture, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The imperial concubine who originally smiled and chanted was also slightly stunned. She didn't know why. She didn't know how Mo Qingcang suddenly lost such a big temper.

She peeped at the emperor's face, trembled, and said something bad. She quickly got up and knelt down. Her slightly drooping neck was white and tender. In a soft voice, "where did the minister and concubine do bad? Why should the emperor be angry?"

Every word she said was like a hook to charm silk, soft waxy and soft, exciting.

If you look at the future,

Mo Qingcang may calm his anger and love her.

But now looking at the familiar dance that almost made him think it was the return of his old friend in an instant, Mo Qingcang couldn't control his inner anger. His eyes almost coldly swept the misty ministers in the hall and the kneeling dance.

Finally, he stopped sharply on the noble childe who was wearing a thick black brocade suit and playing with the wine lamp. He looked evil and cold, and his thin lips were still vaguely hooked with a radian. His pair of Danfeng eyes, which were very much like his old friends, tilted mountains and rivers, but had a little more cold and thin demon fierce demeanor born in the emperor's house.

Mo Qingcang stared at the perfect and incredible face, as if he could see the elegant appearance of a woman holding her sleeves to pour wine for him like yesterday through such a face.

At that moment,

Mo Qingcang rubbed and directly stood up, waved his sleeve and knocked over the porcelain plate cakes in front of him. In front of everyone, he completely ignored the face of the imperial concubine and angrily scolded: "who asked you to put such a dance up?!"

People on the scene.

I know. I pretend I don't know. I'm confused.

I don't know. I'm really confused.

Today is the birthday party of the imperial concubine. All matters, songs, dances, wine and utensils at the party were arranged by the imperial concubine.

If your majesty is really angry because of such a dance, the imperial concubine will inevitably be angry.

"Emperor..." the imperial concubine opened her eyes and seemed unbelievable. The man who always sympathized with her lost his temper with her at her birthday banquet. She looked like the Holy Ghost. She trembled and finally knelt on the ground with a pale face: "I don't know, please forgive me!"

"Calm down, your majesty." the queen next to her knew she couldn't sit down like this anymore, so she knelt down calmly, glanced at the imperial concubine who didn't look very good, and wiped a ironic arc on her lips, which passed in a flash, as if she was as dignified and magnanimous as ever.

Mo Qingcang's eyes did not focus on the imperial concubine, but stared at the only leisure, elegant and indifferent prince like a sharp blade.

last,

He gave a sneer and left in a rage.

Today, when the emperor was young, he was resourceful and wise, but the later he was, the more prosperous he was, the more fatuous and violent his temperament became, and the courtiers were used to it.

Just today

How unusual.

This dance

The imperial concubine looked at the figure of Mo Qingcang leaving, and her face became more and more pale. She knew that all her glory and wealth came from this man, so at the moment, she couldn't take into account the banquet and other people's eyes. She directly stumbled up and chased out. The golden butterfly swayed with her unstable steps and hit her side face.

As the most noble existence in the Palace Banquet and the birthday star of the Palace Banquet have left, the atmosphere at the banquet has suddenly become a little dull and strange, and the subtle feeling is unconsciously filled in the magnificent hall.

At this time,

The only main thing at the scene was the queen. Of course, the queen would not choose to go at this time. She smoothed the folds on the Phoenix robe, calmly got up, stood on the high platform, looked at such a scene, smiled, and first said to the dancer who trembled like a duckweed on the water: "just go down first."

From the beginning to now, the panicked dancer listened to such a sentence, relieved, kowtowed and thanked again and again, and then lowered her head in a panic. She didn't have the enchanting charm when she just came on. She kept lowering her head and walked out of the hall. Yu guangruo glanced at the direction of Mo Liyan, as if she was just an illusion and left without squinting.

The banquet continued among the people with different thoughts under the announcement of the queen, but it was not long before it was hastily closed.

Although it is said that the person who was angered by the accident was his biological mother, Mo Yelei sat very stable, as if nothing had happened. Who knows the evil surging out of the flat bottom of his eyes?

At the end of the party,

Seeing that the good play had ended, Mo Liyan put down the exquisite and cold wine and took the lead in leaving the banquet.

Far away from the carved beams and columns, the extravagant floating hall, all silk and bamboo songs and dances stopped, as if they had never appeared, and the palace was much quieter.

Out of the hall,

The cool wind is blowing on my face. On the night of early summer, the shadows of trees are whirling and insects are singing.