Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 157 Luoshen Dances



Chapter 157 Luoshen Dances

The emperor didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind and wanted to go to Changchun Palace.

Could it be that, as Li Yu said, it was just a spur of the moment action? Or was there another reason?

However, when everyone mentioned the word fairy, the emperor's mind involuntarily emerged with the bright and beautiful figure at the banquet. These images and sounds kept lingering in his heart, making him have a strong interest in this woman.

Perhaps it was this curiosity and expectation that prompted him to decide to go to Changchun Palace to find out.

It was late at night, but the lights in Changchun Palace were still bright, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.

Faintly, the sound of stringed instruments and orchestras could be heard.

This music is different from the grand and majestic Western orchestra at the banquet. It has a more quiet charm, as if inviting the emperor alone to enjoy it.

The emperor shouted "Stop", and the carriage stopped immediately.

With the help of Li Yu, he landed on the ground and then walked into Changchun Palace alone.

Li Yu wanted to follow, but since the emperor had already given the order, Li Yu and others could only watch from afar and follow quietly.

The trees in the yard are hung with white lanterns, like a small white moon hanging high on the ever-fading osmanthus tree.

In the moonlight, a fairy is dancing.

When the emperor looked at it, he thought he was having an illusion, because it was clearly the Goddess of Luo River in the painting of Goddess of Luo River that the empress had presented to him.

She stepped out of the painting, her wide sleeves fluttering and her clothes dancing.

Looking more closely, it was not the Goddess of Luo River, but the queen dressed as the Goddess of Luo River.

As the queen, Fucha was the mother of the country and there was nothing wrong with her. However, as a woman, she seemed to lack some charm.

Few men would be interested in a Buddha statue in a temple. In bed, they all prefer beauties like Concubine Chun, who are well-proportioned and beautiful.

Now wearing the costume of the Goddess of Luo River, the Queen seems to have broken free from certain restraints. Those things that seemed too heavy have disappeared with the wind, and what remains on her is only her graceful demeanor and unrestrained style.

The queen danced and sang at the same time, her movements were smooth and graceful, and her posture was as natural as flowing clouds and water. Her singing was melodious and lingering, like heavenly music, which made people intoxicated.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew, and the queen's clothes fluttered and her sleeves danced, as if a fairy had descended.

The wind seemed to come from the sky, carrying a gentle breath, blowing the queen's hair flying, making her as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

This dance and singing seemed to have triggered a resonance between heaven and earth, and many palace maids and eunuchs were attracted to come and watch this extraordinary performance.

They watched the queen's dance, their hearts filled with joy and pleasure.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and pulled the queen towards him in a somewhat rude manner.

The queen looked at him in astonishment, a blush of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she prepared to salute, "Your Majesty! I have lost my manners, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

The palace maids who were accompanying her with the flute also hurriedly put down their instruments and knelt down together: "Your Majesty, we respectfully wish you the best!"

The emperor raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to stand up, but his eyes remained on the queen.

He had a smile on his face, and seemed quite satisfied with the queen's outfit.

The queen nodded slightly, her face flushed, and she bit her lips lightly, appearing a little shy.

The emperor slowly walked to the queen's side and whispered, "Queen, don't worry. I will order that your dance today should not be spread to anyone else."

The queen raised her head, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and joy, and whispered, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The queen shyly tidied up a strand of hair that had fallen by her ear and said, "I was impulsive and thoughtless, and I almost made a fool of myself!"

The emperor smiled slightly, reached out and gently combed her hair, and said gently:

"I have never seen the Queen dressed like this before. She looks extraordinary, fresh and moving, very different from the past. I am deeply moved."

The queen lowered her head, her cheeks slightly red, and a sweet feeling surged in her heart.

The emperor gently held the queen's hand, and the two stood side by side, as if they were the only two people left in the world. The queen's face was filled with a happy smile, and the emperor looked at her with deep affection, his eyes full of love.

A shy blush appeared on the queen's face, as charming and beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

Since becoming the empress, she has treated the emperor with respect and had a harmonious relationship with him and she has been praised as a model for the emperor and empress.

However, their relationship is more like that of a close family than lovers.

She could only hear such gentle and sweet words of love in her dreams, but had never heard them spoken from his own mouth.

Now, seeing her displaying such a rare girlish demeanor, the emperor became even more excited. He held her hand tightly and walked towards the bedroom together.

He whispered softly, "Come, it's windy outside, Queen, follow me in and dance for me..."

Everyone naturally knows what will happen next.

The few palace maids who were left in the yard slowly picked up their musical instruments and stood up. They turned out to be Wei Yingluo, Mingyu, Qingyun, and Zhenzhu.

"The emperor must stay in Changchun Palace tonight." Mingyu smiled proudly.

"That Concubine Chun is so arrogant all day long, let's deliberately make her wait for a whole night and see how long she can be so arrogant!"

"Sister Yingluo, you guessed it all." Zhenzhu looked at Wei Yingluo with even more admiration.

Qingyun also quickly agreed, "Yes, the emperor heard the rumor that there was a fairy in Changchun Palace, and he couldn't help but come to see it out of curiosity. After one look, he was reluctant to leave."

Wei Yingluo smiled, but did not become proud of it. Instead, she looked towards the direction of the bedroom with gentle eyes.

In her heart, the Queen's wish was fulfilled, which meant her own wish was fulfilled.

Now the harem is becoming more peaceful and tranquil. Only Concubine Chun, Yuan Chunwang, and the mysterious Liu Baizhi are left, and they still pose a threat to the Empress...

"Everyone has been busy all day, and I believe you must be tired. Let's go back and rest early." Wei Yingluo said to everyone.

"I'm going out for a while. Eunuch Li is still waiting outside for me to reply to him." After saying that, he turned and left.

After Wei Yingluo left, Zhenzhu continued to praise her.

"In fact, this success is all thanks to the dress Yingluo gave to the Queen!"

Qingyun was so excited that he forgot himself and started talking incessantly.

"That skirt is exactly the same as the Luoshen dress in the painting, and it looks flawless and perfect on the Empress..."


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