The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 205
Neon clothes and feather clothes?It was the first time for everyone to see this novel dance.

Emperor Changde emptied Zhao Guifei, "My dear concubine, please get up."

Concubine Zhao lowered her head resolutely, "Your Majesty, the concubine knows that she is guilty. A few days ago, the concubine was too self-willed and caused a lot of trouble between the majesty and the queen mother. Can your majesty forgive the concubine?"

"I am also acting as the imperial concubine, please forgive me, Your Majesty!" At this time, the old lady Zhao left the table, intending to salute Emperor Changde.

"Please get up, old lady Zhao!" Emperor Chang De signaled to her old lady Zhao that there is no need to be polite, he had already forgotten most of the mistakes Zhao Guifei made in the past when he saw Concubine Zhao dance.

Emperor Changde asked Concubine Zhao to go and sit beside him.

Concubine Zhao Gui was bright and flamboyant, while Concubine Zhang De who was not far away from her was much less impressive.

"My younger sister is really versatile. Presumably, even the dancing skills of Jiaofang Division's women are not as good as yours." Concubine Zhang Defei had a vague smile in the corner of her eyes.

"It's better than some people who are old and decrepit and have no skills." Concubine Zhao squinted at her, leaning naturally in front of the desk, with an air of dominance over others.

Concubine Zhang De was not annoyed, and then said: "I am indeed not as prosperous as my younger sister. Thanks to the Jinnian gang for their support, when I grow old in the future, I will still have children to entertain me."

Concubine Zhao's eyebrows twitched, Concubine Zhang De's words clearly meant that she had no children under her knees, and the momentary favor was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

She really wanted to refute it back, but when she thought of the teachings Zhao Chu and Mrs. Zhao gave her, she forcibly held back.

He had just regained Emperor Changde's favor, and at this moment, if he started to quarrel with Concubine Zhang De, wouldn't it mess everything up.

So Concubine Zhao reluctantly chose to remain silent.

Then, Concubine Zhao gently twisted the wine cup in Emperor Changde's hand, lifted it up charmingly, and poured it into her cherry lips bit by bit.

A pair of hands are like water snakes, soft as if there are no bones, Emperor Changde's heart feels numb.

Concubine Zhao Guifei drank a few sips of fine wine, her face was slightly flushed, she wanted to get up, but she always fell down inadvertently.

The drunk appearance of the noble concubine made everyone stare straight at her.

Emperor Changde couldn't stop, so he hurriedly advised her to be careful.

Concubine Zhao looked back, full of charm, she knelt down slowly again, poured a glass of wine for Emperor Changde, and brought it to Emperor Changde's lips.

After all, Emperor Changde was not a foolish emperor, and he didn't have too many rituals with his harem concubines in public.

He only took a sip and gave up.

And everyone can see that Concubine Zhao Gui has now regained her extraordinary status. Emperor Changde's love for her is something no other concubine has ever enjoyed, including Yun Xiaomei who is in the limelight.

Concubine Zhao looked at Xiaomei Yun triumphantly, but Xiaomei Yun was still sitting calmly as usual, acting as a bystander.

Concubine Zhao looked at Feng Xihe again, and saw that Feng Xihe was quietly watching the singing and dancing, her eyes darkened again, she wanted to see how long Feng Xihe could be proud.

After she finishes dealing with Feng Xihe, she will deal with Concubine Zhang De.

During the banquet, Zhao Chu's eyes were also deep. Occasionally, his gaze would pass over Feng Xihe and Gu Shiyin.

Feng Xihe noticed that so many people were staring at her, lowered his eyes slightly, and his slender eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids.

About an hour later, the singing and dancing dispersed, and Emperor Changde announced something to the crowd, which was mentioned in the daytime, when people gathered, he would open the altar.

Now, everyone was here except Gu Linlang, so he invited Master Yuan, Master Jiran, and a group of young monks in.

At the same time, ask people to look for Gu Linlang.

Liao Yuan and Ji Ran walked lightly and lightly, as if riding the wind, they looked at each other, their eyes were full of dislike for each other.

The palace people put the incense burner outside the palace, in an censer with two people hugging each other, and someone lit the agarwood incense.

Wisps of fragrance penetrated into the hall, and several bright yellow prayer flags began to flutter. Compared with the extravagant breath just now, the atmosphere of the whole hall suddenly became strange.

A group of young novice monks lowered their heads, folded their hands together, and recited Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

After not seeing Gu Linlang for a long time, Emperor Changde frowned, wanting to wait.

But Master Jiran said: "Your Majesty, actually, there is no need to wait for the Seventh Princess to come. The Seventh Princess has nothing to do with the calamity, and the poor monk can start practicing right now."

"Exactly." At this moment, Master Liao Yuan and Master Jiran showed the same tacit understanding, "Your Majesty, the poor monk also thinks that this matter has nothing to do with Princess Seven, and these people here are enough."

Seeing that both of them said that, Emperor Changde raised his eyebrows and said: "Then I have to thank you two masters."

"Is there anything else I need to give you?"

Master Jiran wanted to speak, but Master Liaoyuan said a step ahead: "Your Majesty, when the time comes, we will form a circle, just put a blank picture scroll between us, and we will do it."

"We will use the technique of summoning souls to invite the dead to help point out the disaster star. Therefore, after a while, every lamp in the temple must be extinguished. No matter what sounds you hear, don't be surprised .”

"What sound?" Emperor Changde asked in confusion.

"Your Majesty, the heavenly secret must not be leaked." Yun Xiaomei persuaded at the right time: "Perhaps, even the two masters don't understand what kind of voice will come out."

If Emperor Changde realized something, he nodded his head slightly, that is to say, someone went to fetch a scroll, and the scroll hung down in front of everyone, everyone could see clearly that it was indeed blank.

A group of young novice monks formed a circle, and in the middle of them was a sandalwood table with a mandala pattern painted on it. The blank picture scroll was rolled up, placed in the middle of the table, and a few prayer flags were pasted on it.

Master Liao Yuan and Master Ji Ran stood in front of the desk, and they also clasped their palms together.

"Have you started? Master Jiran." Seeing that Master Jiran hadn't moved for a long time and seemed hesitant, Master Liao Yuan asked.

Master Jiran unhurriedly picked up several long prayer flags and hung them around the necks of the little monks, and Master Yuan one by one.

"Master Liaoyuan, wait a moment. When you summon souls, your heart must be sincere. It's better for you to carry the Buddha on your body like a poor monk."

Master Liao Yuan listened and let him go.

After Master Jiran hung up the prayer flags, they walked to the small novice monks. The two of them happened to be facing each other, looking at each other with disgust.

The candles were extinguished one by one, and the hall was immediately plunged into darkness.

After the two masters and a group of young novice monks recited Buddhist scriptures for a while, they slowly put their hands on their sides. After a while, they held hands one by one and continued to work together to find out the disaster star.

Not long after, along with the sound of chanting, strange sounds came out one after another. Everyone was shocked and shook their bodies. Then, they remembered that Master Yuan had reminded them not to be afraid when they heard strange sounds. They insisted on not being afraid.

Feng Xihe listened, but she was not afraid, she was the reincarnation of a ghost, and she was afraid of other ghosts.

Moreover, Gu Shiyin was sitting next to her, so she didn't have to be afraid if something serious happened.

Concubine Zhao looked at the darkness and heard the horrifying voice, she took the opportunity to shrink into Emperor Changde's arms.

"Your Majesty, my concubine is really scared."

Emperor Changde patted her on the back, and at this time, gave her blessings, which was very unpleasant for the other concubines to hear.

Concubine Zhao had a triumphant sneer on her lips.

A strange voice lingered in the hall for a while, and then, a woman's voice suddenly came out, gentle and gentle, as if weeping and complaining, as if complaining and admiring, which made everyone's hearts ache.

Emperor Changde, as if struck by lightning, was stiff in mid-air with his arms around Concubine Zhao Gui's back.

In the darkness, no one noticed that his eyes were filled with melancholy as they flashed across in a hurry.

Feng Xihe couldn't help feeling suspicious, she asked Gu Shiyin in a low voice: "Whose voice is this?"

Zhao Chu and Yun Changyi and the others would not just imitate a woman's voice for no reason.

Gu Shiyin said truthfully: "The first queen."

Feng Xi and Wei Leng, if the scourge of witchcraft back then is true, then Emperor Changde should be very disgusted with the first queen.

If they call the soul call, and the soul they attract is the former queen, shouldn't it offend Emperor Changde?
Or, what happened back then, there are other secrets, not only did Emperor Changde not hate the first empress, on the contrary, he liked her very much?

Feng Xihe remembered that eight years ago, before the young man in Riyue Mountain took the place of Emperor Changde to set off, it seemed to be the time when the witchcraft incident happened.

Could it be that at that time, Emperor Changde didn't suffer from a serious illness at all, but because of this incident, he was exhausted, so he sent someone to go out on his behalf?

Thinking of this, Feng Xihe couldn't help shivering. She always felt that the more she thought about it, the more she would not be able to accept it.

"Miss, are you scared?" Gu Shiyin felt her strangeness, and joked, "Would you like to come and hide in my king's arms?"

Feng Xihe immediately recovered from her contemplation, she turned her head angrily and ignored him.

The woman's voice was still echoing in the hall, mixed with whimpers and gasps, but everyone only classified it as one of the strange voices, without thinking much about it.

After a long time, the woman's voice gradually disappeared, and everyone was able to catch their breath.

"Your Majesty, it's time to hold the lanterns." Master Jiran's voice sounded, and Emperor Changde asked people to light up the palace lanterns one by one.

"Let me see who this catastrophe is!" Emperor Changde strode forward.

However, just as he stepped out, Master Liao Yuan, who was standing among the young novice monks, closed his eyes tightly, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Everyone panicked at once, and Emperor Changde called an eunuch to check.

"Your Majesty, Grandmaster Liaoyuan is out of breath!" The little eunuch sniffed and reported to Emperor Changde in horror, but the strange thing was that Grandmaster Liaoyuan didn't have any wounds on his body.

Out of breath?Everyone was startled, and the few young novice monks present also found it inconceivable. They remembered that just now, everyone was holding hands, and no one had the possibility of murdering Master Yuan.

Moreover, before Master Liao Yuan died, he didn't make any calls.

(End of this chapter)