Cloud painting

Chapter 21 Palace Banquet (7)

Everyone was silent, this Northern Qi Kingdom's fourth prince, no one knows, no one knows, can't practice profound arts, has suffered from illnesses since childhood, soaked in medicine jars all day, is the idle prince of Northern Qi Kingdom.

Everyone looked out in unison, and suddenly, they all looked at that person in astonishment, their heartbeats couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and some people even lost the stability of the cup in their hands and fell to the floor of the red carpet.

He was wearing a snow-white robe with a white belt around his waist, and only a piece of black jade of excellent quality was hung on it.

Lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, skin as fine as porcelain, black hair with a luster like silk, indifferent like flowing water, the beauty is suffocating.The face is like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers of spring dawn, the temples are cut like knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, the eyes are like autumn waves, and there is no bottom in the long and narrow phoenix eyes.The appearance is picturesque, as beautiful as a god, it is impossible to look directly at it, and if you smile a little, you will turn all living beings upside down.

The aura emanating from him is like that of a celestial being, and his aura is like a heavenly man.

"The Moon Emperor doesn't welcome me?" His lips, which were in full bloom like cherry blossoms, curved into a half-moon shape. Even though he was indifferent, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, and his voice was ethereal and clean, touching the heart.

Immediately, everyone was amazed again.

"Where." Nangong Luo's eyes dimmed. This person is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface!There must be a purpose in coming to Yuexi Country this time, it seems that he is going to send someone to watch his every move.Thinking about it, he said calmly, "Give me a seat."

Beilin Xuan Ye raised the corners of his lips, his color was as pale as water, and he sat down on an empty seat. On the table, the court lady arranged some exquisite wine and dishes for him.

"Your Majesty, my concubine feels a little uncomfortable, so I'm leaving first." Feng Rongying blessed Fu Juemei's body, and left the hall with lotus steps. She was relieved, she didn't like the intrigues in the palace, She still longs for freedom, but this palace like a cage traps her.

Nangong Luo looked at Feng Rongying's back with a deep expression, Ying'er, it's been three years, and you still won't forgive me.

"The palace banquet begins—" the eunuch's voice sounded again.

Singing and dancing, seven or eight beautiful women, all dressed in the same pink silk gown and waving their jade arms, started a pleasing dance.

"Miss Feng Si is here—"

It was such a voice again, breaking the beautiful atmosphere of this moment.

Feng Yunhua was wearing a white pleated dress, with a graceful neck exposed at the collar, clearly visible collarbone, the skirt was gently let down to the ground, three thousand black hair was tied up with a blue ribbon, and she wore it on both ears Blue earrings, half-open silk-like dark hair floating casually around the waist.

Behind her, Yue Mo is wearing a goose-yellow warm dress, with a golden butterfly hairpin in her head, a strand of blue silk hanging on her chest, and the faint feeling of red leaves on her cheeks creates a delicate and lovely pure skin like petals, and the whole person seems to be blown by the wind Flying butterflies, delicate and elegant little beauty.

Everyone present was amazed again, and then took a breath, God!Is this still the same Feng Yunhua whose face is covered in powder all day long and whose body smells like rouge?
It's so, so beautiful!

Compared to Beilin Xuanye, the fourth prince of the Northern Qi Kingdom, it is even worse!
(End of this chapter)