The favorite concubine of the system is in power

Chapter 112

During the conversation, King Duan came over, and Emperor Jiawen had a chat with him. The words were all admiration for the opera tonight. King Duan accepted it with a smile, but his eyes fell on Xiao Wanwan.

Xiao Wanwan said softly: "It's cold tonight, my concubine's clothes are thin, Yongxiu Palace is not far from here, my concubine will go back and add some clothes."

Emperor Jiawen nodded, and said with concern on his face: "When the seasons change, people are most prone to catch a cold, so you should wear more."

The feeling in Xiao Wanwan's heart is very strange. A person who only wanted to use herself before, but now she really started to care about herself. This kind of contrast made Xiao Wanwan feel a sense of accomplishment in her heart. She The steps are much lighter.

Halfway through Xiao Wanwan's journey, I went back to the troupe's cubicle. Chun'er had already finished her makeup and put on a blue dress. Xiao Wanwan sat in front of the vanity mirror and opened it one by one to paint her face. Chun'er said from the side: "If your empress wants to paint, I can help you."

Xiao Wanwan replied with a smile: "No need."

She first took snails and carefully painted her eyebrows, outlining a pair of light and thick suitable distant mountain eyebrows, then took lip gloss and painted her lips all over, the lips were beautiful and charming, she tapped a tear mole under her eyes, dipped in the ink color , Draw the eyeliner, apply vermilion under the eyes, spread peach powder on the cheeks.

Unknowingly, Chun'er was dumbfounded, this lady Yanjieyu was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life, even the peach blossoms in the mountains were not as delicate and charming as her.

Xiao Wanwan loosened her hair and combed the most common hairstyle of a folk woman before she came out of the pavilion. The red skirt was full of tassels around the waist.

Bringing a juanhua, Xiao Wanwan said: "Chun'er, let's go."

An opera on the stage just came to an end. King Duan knew Xiao Wanwan's plan a long time ago, so he was standing under the stage with his chest folded. ", there are a lot of beauties in this world, people like Duan Wang are extremely beautiful in the world, he has already seen nine points.

There was a clear and crisp sound of hitting the board. Compared with the previous operas, this sound was a bit too simple. This sudden gap could not help but attract everyone's attention.

Emperor Jiawen turned his face and asked Eunuch Li: "Has Yan Jieyu come back yet?"

Eunuch Li said: "Perhaps something has delayed me, so I will send someone to remind me."

A gentle and long female voice sounded.

"The clear silk blows to the courtyard, swaying the spring like a thread. Stop for a while, and make the flowers. There is no water chestnut flower, stealing half of the face, and the colorful clouds are swaying."

The stage was still empty, but the lyrics that popped up suddenly were completely amazing.

This is the sound that belongs to the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a gentle tune that can only be bred in water towns. It does not have the rough and arrogance of the grassland frontier, and does not have rough and heavy armor, just like the tender green willow branches swaying on the lake in March.

Duan Wang narrowed his eyes slightly.

A veteran like him can naturally hear the flaws in this libretto: the breath is not calm, and the sending and receiving are not comfortable.

But even with so many flaws, it can't hide the "wild" agility of this paragraph.

When everyone's eyes were startled by this singing, a girl in Tsing Yi with a bun came up to the stage and opened her mouth to say: "This is the gate of the garden, please come in, miss."

(End of this chapter)